Dirty Seduction

MR. MANCINI

I know I shouldn’t laugh, but the expression on Ashley’s face when she realized she was still wearing that face mask was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s been haunting every waking thought I have since she turned 18, but lately, she’s been taking over my dreams as well. There’s never a time when I’m not thinking about her, and it’s starting to make me feel like I’m losing my mind.

When I’d turned around to find her with her hand buried in her pussy and that sexy, wild look in her eyes, I’d nearly yanked her pants down and bent her over right then and there. I want nothing more than to bury my cock inside her and fuck her until she can’t even remember her name. It’s getting harder and harder to resist that impulse.

I can still taste her on my tongue, and the memory of the smell of her has me so hard it’s painful. God, she’s going to be the end of me. I shouldn’t want her. I know I shouldn’t. She’s my daughter’s best friend. I watched her grow up, for fuck’s sake! Everything about this screams ooff-limitI can’t help how I feel. My cock certainly isn’t listening to me.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

With a sigh, I grab my discarded jacket and go to my room. First I had to go to that stupid work function filled with people who constantly try to kiss my ass, and now I’m stuck with a hard-on that’s showing no signs of going away anytime soon, especially not with the source of all my pain just a few doors down from me.

Once my bedroom door is shut, I strip down and head immediately for the shower, craving the hot water on my tense, knotted-up muscles. After a few minutes, I feel my neck and shoulders start to relax, but my cock is having none of it. If anything, it’s standing a little prouder.

I know it’s already a done deal, so I grab my cock like I’ve been having to do at least once a day for the last several weeks and think about Ashley. This isn’t about taking my time; this is about cumming as fast as possible. It’s a means to an end. I tighten my grip and pump myself harder, imagining it’s Ashley’s tight little pussy instead of my hand.

The usual stream of images floods my brain-me on top of her, fucking her while she looks up at me, fucking her from behind, her riding me with her tits bouncing in a hypnotic rhythm. Each scene is more vivid than the last until I get to the final one, the one I always save for last.

I imagine Ashley in the shower with me, my hands sliding over her wet, pregnant belly as I fuck her from behind. The sound of her moaning fills my ears as I picture her arching her hips for me, needing me to fuck her harder and deeper. Right as I imagine her cumming around my cock, I slam a clenched fist against the tiled wall as my whole body tenses seconds before I cum with a force that leaves me gasping.

Even after that rush of pleasure, and even after I’m emptied and spent, I still want her with a force that scares the hell out of me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I loved Sara’s mom, but it was nothing compared to this. I know I’ll never have my fill of Ashley, but I’d sure like to try. It’s more than just wanting to fuck her, though. I feel protective of her, obsessive about her, and so possessive that I want to follow her around all day just so I can make sure no one else tries anything with her and she’s safe. Just the idea of another man laying his hands on her makes me want to kill someone.

I force myself to calm down and stay under the stream of hot water until my muscles are loose again, and I’m feeling relaxed enough to hopefully sleep. After toweling off, I throw on a pair of boxer briefs and crawl under the covers. I just want a few hours of peace, but the last thing on my mind before I drift off is a pair of sweet brown eyes and the knowledge that she’s right down the hall when she should be in my bed.

I woke up just as frustrated, and if I didn’t need my phone so badly, I would’ve thrown it against the wall when the alarm went off. It had yanked me out of one of my many sex dreams starring my daughter’s best friend, and I hadn’t been ready to leave. At least when I’m dreaming, she’s mine. Now that I’m awake, I’m forced to go back to a world where she doesn’t belong to me.

Forcing myself out of bed, I take a quick shower and get dressed. It’s Saturday, so I don’t have my usual workday, but owning a company means you’re always busy. I need to go in and straighten out a few things and then later on tonight I have a business dinner that unfortunately I hadn’t been able to get out of. I push it from my mind, saving that particular headache for later, and leave my bedroom.

I can’t help but glance at Sara’s door and picture Ashley in there sleeping. I’d love to be able to fall asleep with her small body curled against mine. Hopefully, I’ll at least get to see her before I have to leave. The smell of a delicious breakfast might help lure them down. I set to work and soon the smell of bacon and pancakes fills the room, and I smile when I hear a door opening above me.

I’m in the middle of flipping blueberry pancakes when I see Ashley shyly walk in.

“Good morning,” I say, motioning her forward. “I’ve already made coffee if you want some. Are you hungry?”

Now that she has the face mask washed off, I can see the blush creep up her cheeks. “I’m starving. Thanks.”

While she gets a mug, I ask, “Where’s Sara?”

“Oh, she’s still passed out. I imagine she’ll be sleeping in today. She was up pretty late, I think.”

“Not you, though?”