I bit my lip as I spied on him from the hall. He was so tall and powerfully built, his figured kept in shaped by the decades of being a firefighter. His hair was salt and pepper and kept tidy and trimmed, just like that of his beard. I pressed my naked thighs together as I watched his hands prepare his breakfast. Coffee and sweet toast. His face was set in that concentrated frown of his, making my nipples bead through the thin material of my shirt.
Ever since I saw him two years ago, I felt overwhelmed with how much I wanted him. Hard, fast and filthy. I lost count of how many times I made myself come calling his name, how many times I fucked other boys and pretended it was his face I was riding. Because he made it perfectly clear he only saw me as a little girl, his daughter’s best friend.
But I was 18 now and it was time he saw me as the woman I was. The woman who’ll seduce him today.
My friend had mentioned how she encouraged her dad to start dating, that she didn’t want him to be lonely. Well, I agreed with that. Mr. Wilson deserved someone crazy about him and there was no one better than me for the job. Just thinking walking up in his bed, those strong arms wrapped around me, his erection digging into my ass…well, it was incentive enough to make sure I was successful.
Like I said: I had it all planned out. First, I would walk inside the kitchen, my bed-hair wild and my shirt barely covering the naked body underneath. I put extra theatrical movements in the way I stretched so he could get a glimpse at my bare pussy. Like I wanted to, he turned, hands frozen with a spoonful of sugar over his coffee. He probably thought he was seeing things, dirty inappropriate things.
I smiled and tucked my hair behind my ears. It was impossible to miss the way his eyes travelled over my exposed legs, over the short hem of my shirt and the way it fell from one shoulder.
‘Morning, Mr. Wilson,’ I greeted sweetly, padding towards him.
‘Morning, Anna,’ he said in that gruff voice of his as I hopped on the breakfast stool.
God, I wanted to hear his moan so badly. I knew it had been a while since Kelly’s mom divorced Mr. Wilson and that since that time he had not had a woman over in his house. I was more than eager to be the one breaking his dry spell.
‘Can I have one of those?’ I ask, nodding to the cup in his hand.
‘Sure you can,’ Mr. Wilson said and poured for me. ‘Half and half, right? Almond milk?’
While he was with his back at me, my hand was busy circling clit. Fuck, the way those grey sweats were fitting his ass should have been illegal. My pussy clenched when I slipped one finger inside and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
‘Yes, Mr. Wilson,’ I answered a bit out of breath while my feet were twitching from the exhilarating danger of being caught fingering myself at the sight of my best friend’s dad.
‘How is Kelly? Still sleeping?’ He asked, coming to seat across from me. His eyes kept returning to where my nipples poked through my shirt.
My hand stilled inside me and I knew my cheeks were pink with the flush of arousal burning through my blood. As I reached for the cup, our fingers touched and I could swear I saw a flash if naked hunger in his eyes.
‘Yeah,’ I say, offering him a smile. ‘She was pretty tired.’
It was true; Kelly was exhausted from fucking our teacher’s brains out the other day. Apparently she needed a better grade if she was to make a good impression at her university program.
‘How come you’re up, baby girl?’ He asked that endearment he slipped right there? It made my clit ache for attention.
I could barely restrain myself.
‘Couldn’t sleep,’ I tell him and smile into my coffee. I take the spoon and stir before bringing it to my lips and licking it clean. I do it as he watches unblinkingly, eyes black with want.
‘Is that so?’ his voice dropped an octave.
My heartbeat jolted, recognizing that it was Mr. Wilson’s bedroom voice.
‘Mhm…oh gosh,’ I gasp as the next step of my plan sets in action.
The spoon clatters on the floor and I make a slow move to grab it, but Mr. Wilson is already on it. And me? Well my thighs are spread wide and my pussy is on display as he lingered there a beat longer.
The fact that I have his eyes on that part of me makes me feel as if firecrackers are going off beneath my skin. He watches me and I feel wanted, beautiful, powerful.
‘You’re playing a dangerous game, baby girl,’ he warns, dropping the spoon on the table. ‘Are you sure you’re ready for the consequences?’
My heart fluttered but I held his openly hungry gaze.
‘What consequences?’ If they aren’t in realm of me getting dicked down by my best friend’s dad I didn’t care for them.
My plan had two possible follow-ups from this point on: a) he would fuck me on that table, or b) I would have to make myself come in front of him. I was down for both but it seemed like Mr. Wilson had other plans.
To my surprise, he stood up in all his height and came to me, holding out his calloused hand. His cock was hard and thick in his pants and the sight made me whimper restlessly.
‘That I’m taking you up on it, baby girl,’ he helps me up and I’m brought so close that I feel his hot breath on my lips. ‘You’re going to take care of this.’
His cock twitched when he rubbed himself on my belly and god, I reached up and pulled him to me. I brought his mouth on mine, turning out first kiss wild and wet. It was soon after our tongue licked and sucked on each other that he pulled me up into his arms. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, bringing my naked pussy right over his hard on. I was beyond sensitized, feeling his hunger stoking my own. While I’ve kissed boys before, they were nothing compared to Mr. Wilson. He was a man, rough and demanding and so very delicious.
Before I had time to wrap my head around it, he started walking while grabbing handfuls of my ass and rocking his erection on my slick opening. I was going to ruin his pants but he didn’t seem to mind.
‘You’ve been a cock tease since sixteen and today you sit your naked pussy at my table?’ He growled and sucked my nipple through the shirt, keeping trapped between the closed door and his hard chest. ‘You need Daddy’s cock so bad, huh?’
Oh god, I moaned.
Daddy. Why did that word got me even wetter?
‘Yes, yes, yes,’ I whispered nervously.
I had dreamed of it for two years and now that it was happening, it made me giddy with anticipation.
‘On your knees, baby girl., and ask nicely,’ he ordered and I immediately complied.
The height imbalance was even more striking from this position but I loved. I lowed how small I was in comparison to him, how he was the same age as my dad and I was still lusting after him. Leaning forward I kissed him though his pants and palmed the rigid length.
‘Please, Daddy,’ I whined and looked innocently up at him. ‘I need your big cock inside me so bad.’