Page 12 of Accidental Dad’s Best Friend (Unintentionally Yours #7)

We both take a sip of wine– a long sip– and I set my glass down. Then I take her glass and set it down too.

And I kiss her.

I shouldn’t be doing this. She is my best friend’s daughter. I have nearly twenty years on her. But she is a woman. Every delicious, curved, gorgeous inch of her is all woman. For a split second I wonder if I’ve taken it too far.

But then she lets out an “Mm...”

Izzy moans into my mouth and I take that as a confirmation that I didn’t cross a line. When she turns her body towards mine, pressing against me and letting her jaw go slack, allowing my tongue to penetrate further into her coconut flavored mouth, I take that as confirmation too.

This isn’t just a fantasy anymore. I have Izzy Sloane in my arms, in my mouth, all over me, and I’m not dreaming.

I’m not beating one out in the shower while secretly nutting at the idea of what it would be like to run my hands over her soft skin, to run my tongue over the warm slits of her wet pussy, to feel my aching, pulsing cock inside her.

This is really happening.

And it definitely isn’t just a nightcap.

“I want you, Izzy.” I say the words I have been dying to say for so, so long.

“I want you too, Ethan.”

Fuuuck me … I could blow my load just at the sound of those words. I want to hear them again. Need to hear them again.

“How do you ask?” I nibble on her lip, my hand running from her soft jawline down her chest, stopping just above her nipples.

“I want you. Please.”

I let out a gravelly groan. “Good girl.”

I continue to kiss her– her lips, her cheeks, her neck. My hands clasp around her breasts through her dress, finding her nipples through the fabric and teasing them with my thumbs until her back arches and her jaw unhinges.

“I love the way I can drive you wild, baby girl. I love the way you taste. Like honey. Your curves are like honey too. Thick. Full. Mine .”

“Just don’t stop,” she begs.

I grin and reach for a small remote on the side table, adjusting the lights on the dimmer. But when I do, Izzy stops, opening her eyes and looking around.

“Why did you make it brighter?” She asks.

I take her dress by the hem and lift it over her head, tossing it across the room. “Because, I want to see you. I have waited so long to see you and I don’t want to miss a single detail. You’re fucking gorgeous, sweetheart. Let me look at you. Let me have you.”

Izzy tries to hide behind crossed arms but I take her wrists and pull them aside.

Then I undo her bra. “All of you.”

For a moment we just look at each other, our chests rising and falling with jagged, heated breaths.

The air between our mouths grows thicker with every exhale.

I’m about to cover her mouth with mine again when she stands up.

I turn to watch as Izzy keeps her gaze intensely locked on my mine.

Then she hooks her thumbs into the band of her panties and bends over, eyes still on me, and slips them off.

“My fucking god, you are gorgeous, Izzy.” I say. Then I motion to her. “Now get over here.”

I sit back on the couch and Izzy straddles me, hovering over me while I free my dick from my pants. Fuck these slacks, by the way. I’m burning them as soon as the night is over. Izzy hangs onto me, pumping her hand up and down my shaft for a moment.

I groan and dig my fingers into her hips. “Do you like that, baby girl? Do you like the way I feel in your hand?”

“Yes…”

“What do you like about it?”

“How hard you are for me. How big you are. How wet you are.” She circles her thumb over the tip of my cock and precum drips down her hand.

Then, she smiles. A sweet little smile full of innocence and brimmed with something devilish.

She takes her finger, the one wet with my desire for her and sticks it in her mouth–all the way in her mouth– and slowly pulls it back out.

“Jesus,” I let out.

Then she takes that same finger and shoves it in my mouth. I lick it off with a grin and she lowers herself onto my cock until I am as deep inside her as I can go.

“Oh fuck,” she gasps, her forehead pressing into mine.

“Yeah…” I nod. Slowly we start to move, up and down, in and out. Neither of us in a hurry, neither of us wanting to rush anything. I am amazed at her endurance, at her ability to control the orgasm and the flow.

“How are you so good at this?” I ask, my hands on the swell of her delicious hips. “You haven’t been too naughty have you?”

It’s a sideways way of possessively asking how many men she’s been with. The thought of it makes me see red.

“So naughty. Three times a week sometimes. And always a different place. I get bored easily.”

I stop and Izzy smiles.

“Pilates, Savage,” she says with a laugh. But I thrust my hips upward and she gasps again.

Little minx, she’s going to pay for that sass. I slide in and out of her, slowly, then faster, hard and grinding, filling her up until I can feel her stretching around the girth of my hard, pulsing cock.

“Oh my god,” she lets out.

“Have you ever fucked anyone like me?”

She shakes her head quickly. “No. Never.”

“Tell me what’s different, baby girl. Tell me why I’m better.”

“You’re bigger.” She bites her lip so hard I wonder if it’s going to bleed.

“How big? Too big?”

“No. But definitely the biggest I’ve ever had.”

I grin at that. “What else?”

“Your hands. They feel so good. You are very, very good with your hands.”

“Like when I do this?” I ask, running my finger down the length of her just above her clit.

“Yes,” she gasps. “Most guys can’t find it.”

“It’s not hard. You just tease until you feel the spot. Which is right…here.” I curl my finger and tickle her clit until she moans. I can literally feel her dripping out around my cock, making everything wet. Making it easier to glide.

“Fuck, baby girl. You are so goddamn wet for me.”

“Only for you.” She bucks against me, riding the wave of a small orgasm caused by my hand knowing exactly what to do.

“Whose pussy is it?” I grit out.

“Yours.”

“Say it,” I bark out.

“It’s your pussy, Ethan.”

“Good girl.”

We pick up the pace, grinding into each other, faster and harder until both of us are dripping, both of us moaning, our faces together, mouths open and begging for the crash.

We cry out as it happens, riding wave after merciless wave and Izzy collapses into my arms. I carry her into my room and lay her on my bed. Then I clean myself off and crawl in next to her, pulling her against me.

“I should go,” she murmurs.

“I don’t think you should.”

“Staying the night looks bad.” Her words are already sleepy and I smirk. She’s not going anywhere.

“Well then it’s a good thing nobody’s watching.”

The next morning, as the sun is just starting to peek through the curtains, I take a deep breath. I can still smell her and it hits me that last night really happened. She was here. She stayed. I roll over and reach for Izzy but the bed is empty. It's still warm though.

I open my eyes and sit up just in time to see her putting her clothes back on.

“Leaving so soon?” I ask and Izzy jumps.

“Fuck! I thought you were asleep.”

“I was,” I sit up on the edge of the bed, not bothering to cover up. Izzy’s eyes dart to my crotch and she blushes. “You know, baby girl, a lot of things look good on you. But the walk of shame isn’t one of them. At least let’s get coffee.”

“I need to get home,” she insists, slipping her shoes on.

“What’s the rush?”

“That’s none of your business. I have a life outside of working for you, you know.”

“Yeah. Fucking me on the side.”

Izzy shoots me a look that could burn the skin off my face and I laugh before standing up.

“Fine. But you forgot something.” I hold up her panties and her expression is priceless. She snatches them from my hand and attempts to slip them back on under her dress.

Then I hear her phone buzzing on the nightstand. I grab it, ready to hand it to her, but my eyes catch the screen before I do. I stop, my smile fading and my amusement gone.

Izzy notices and reaches for the phone but I hold it, my eyes slicing up to hers.

“Who’s Jaxon?”