Page 9 of My Best Friend’s Silver Fox Daddy (Yes, Daddy #52)
MARCUS
A fter a long shower, I pull on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and pad down to my office.
I drop into my chair and look at my phone, tempted to text Morgan and ask her to come over.
It’s been a couple of days since the night at the sushi bar, and I find myself missing her.
But she has exams to study for, and I have some film to break down, so I don’t.
Our first game is quickly approaching, and I feel as unready for it as I’ve ever felt for any game.
The past few weeks have been a whirlwind.
But I’ve been having more fun than I’ve had in a long time.
Morgan is an incredible girl. I think I’ve always known that, but being able to see her now, in this more intimate light, I’m seeing things in her I never let myself see before.
More than that, I’m feeling things that feel so foreign to me.
She’s opened doors in me I thought were long closed and sealed shut forever. And she’s done it so effortlessly.
The pull I feel towards Morgan is so strong that I can’t ignore it.
And when I do try to ignore it, those feelings only seem to get even stronger.
She’s got this gravity that pulls me to her.
A gravity I can’t seem to fight. I pick up my phone, fully intending to text her, then quickly drop it again.
I can’t. I’ve got work to do. More importantly, she’s got work to do.
The last thing I want is to get in the way of her studies.
I drop my phone into the top drawer of my desk and quickly close it.
Out of sight, out of mind. After that, I open my laptop and call up the film I want to break down.
Before I can get into it, the doorbell rings.
I’m not expecting anybody. Frowning, I get to my feet and head out of my office and to the front door.
I open it and pause, speechless for a moment.
“What are you doing here?” I ask. “I thought you had exams to study for.”
Morgan drops her bag at my feet and smiles. “Brought it with me.”
I laugh. “Study date, huh?”
“Maybe.”
She walks into the house, closes the door behind her, and locks it. She turns back to me and I cock my head, looking at her quizzically.
“Why are you wearing a long coat?” I ask.
She bites her bottom lip flirtatiously, and her eyes glitter as she shrugs out of her coat, letting it fall to the floor.
She steps out of the coat and stands before me, wearing nothing but heels and a matching set of stockings, panties, and bra.
I swallow hard as I drink her in, feeling my arousal already stirring.
My eyes trace the swell of her hips and breasts and soak in her smooth, creamy skin.
All thought of breaking down film is driven from my mind, replaced by images of the night ahead of us.
She holds her arms out and turns in a circle. “What do you think?”
Morgan squeals as I scoop her up and cradle her in my arms. I kiss her as I walk upstairs and carry her to my bedroom, laying her down gently on the bed. Braced on her elbows, she looks up at me, her eyes alight with desire.
“You’re overdressed,” she says.
“I am.”
As I quickly strip out of my sweats and t-shirt, she slips out of her bra and shimmies out of her panties. She’s just about to take off her heels and stockings when I put my hand over hers.
“Those stay on,” I say.
She smiles brightly. “Naughty.”
“You bring it out in me.”
I crawl on top of her, bracing myself over her.
Leaning down, I kiss her, relishing the feel of her warm, velvety tongue rolling around mine slowly and passionately.
Our kiss quickly grows more heated and my cock grows rigid, aching with need.
I plant a line of kisses down her neck, circle her nipples with my tongue, sliding the tip of it down her flat, taut belly, then tickle her clit.
She gasps and moans as I taste her, reveling in the feeling of her sticky, warm juices on my face and her silk stockings rubbing against my cheeks.
I lap at her center, making her squirm, using my fingers and tongue to quickly bring her to the pinnacle.
Morgan clamps her thighs around my head, a wail bursting from her lips as she thrashes and writhes beneath me.
“I’m coming,” she cries. “I’m coming so fucking hard, Daddy.”
Morgan yanks my hair so hard, it makes me wince, but I keep licking her sweet little pussy, unable to get enough.
The taste of her is intoxicating. But she slowly releases her hold on my hair, and her thighs loosen.
I look up at her and lick my lips, savoring the last bit of her nectar.
She trembles, but her eyes shine with need.
“I need you inside of me,” she gasps.
A grin upon my face, I flip her over onto her belly and climb up on top of her.
As I kiss the back of her neck, I slip my cock into her.
She is such a tight fit that Morgan gasps.
But her pussy is so wet that I’m able to slide deep into her.
Her soft moan is like music to my ears, and I take a moment to savor the feeling of her tight, wet grip around my shaft.
Slowly, I start to move, gently thrusting myself into her, the feeling of my dick sliding along her wet, slippery walls sending sparks of electricity shooting through my body.
Her whimpers become cries as I increase my pace, pounding myself into her.
Grabbing a handful of her hair, I pull her head back.
The sharp crack of my hand slapping her ass echoes around the room. Morgan yelps and moans salaciously.
“More, Daddy,” she cries. “Harder, Mr. Hooper.”
It should freak me out to hear her call me that.
I should tell her to stop. But the truth of the matter is that hearing her call me Mr. Hooper while I’m buried deep in her tight, wet pussy is filthy.
Dirty. And I fucking love it. I slap her ass again, drawing a moan from her that rings in my ears.
My balls tighten, and the pressure builds inside of me. I know I won’t last much longer.
Grabbing her by the hips, I roll Morgan onto her back and brace myself on my arms above her.
She spreads her legs, inviting me in, and I lean down, kissing her with the heat of my passion as I bury my cock inside of her.
She gasps and groans as I thrust myself deep.
I pound myself into her in a hard, steady rhythm, and I’m mesmerized, watching her full, perfect tits bouncing as I do.
Her bright blue eyes are locked on mine, and her lips are slightly parted, a look of pure rapture on her face.
A grunt slips through my gritted teeth, and I feel the heat in my face as I try to hold back.
Try to stave off the inevitable. I want this moment and these feelings to last. I’m not ready for them to end.
But the friction of her tight pussy, gripping my shaft harder than a fist, is pushing me to the brink, and I can’t hold myself back.
“Fill me up, Mr. Hooper,” she moans. “Come inside of me, Daddy.”
And that’s all it takes. That sort of filth coming out of such a sweet, innocent face pushes me over the edge.
My cock swells, and I throw my head back, moaning loudly as I burst. My cock throbs and pulses, shooting my thick, hot seed deep into her.
And as I fill her up, Morgan’s body tenses and shakes.
She calls out my name and digs her nails into my forearms as she writhes beneath me, as she orgasms. Her pussy contracts around me, making the fit even more snug as she milks every drop out of me.
Our breathing ragged, our hearts racing, we remain locked together as the warm glow of our union burns brightly around us.
Morgan looks up at me with those wide blue eyes of hers and a strange look on her face.
She reaches up and lays her hand against my cheek, and I lean into her.
Feeling myself soften and slip out of her completely, I flop onto my back and stare up at the ceiling, my head spinning, and a smile on my face.
Morgan lays her head on my chest and traces lazy circles on my stomach with the tip of her finger as I gently stroke her back.
Wrapped in a contented silence, neither of us speaks for a long moment.
She finally raises her head and looks at me, a flirty smile on her full lips and tired eyes.
She kisses my chest and lays her head back down.
It’s not long before she slips into the slow, steady breath of sleep.
I lean down and kiss the top of her head.
I don’t know what this is or where it’s going. All I know is this girl has awakened something in me I thought was long dead and gone. And I love her for it. All I know is that I think I love her.