Daddies Do It Better: Forbidden Desires Duet

Kylie

"What if he doesn't like me?" I murmur, nervously nibbling on my lip.

Xavier reaches over and smiles at me softly. I wonder, not for the first time, why it does nothing for me. It just feels...safe and comfortable. Which isn't such a bad thing for me. I need to stop dating the wrong men, and Xavier is kind and nice and...boring, but shit, that's not bad, right?

Boring is good. Boring won't hurt me.

He grips my hand in my lap and squeezes before tugging my dress down, making me shift uncomfortably. Should I have worn something else?

I've never met a boyfriend's parents before. I'm not exactly the type you take home to the folks, plus the idiots I usually date don't last that long. I mean, we have only been dating a couple of months, but he wanted me to tag along to his dad's birthday party, and I felt awkward saying no.

So here we are, and when we pull into a long driveway leading to a very normal-looking, huge house, I swallow. Fuck, what am I doing? But I don't have time to think. Xavier is out of the car and waiting for me. Sucking in a steadying breath, I scold myself as I get out of the truck. You've got this, Kylie. Fake it till you make it, it's just like being on the stage.

I take his arm, and he tugs me to the front door. He doesn't even knock, just yanks the black door open and slips inside. With a grin, he greets the first person he sees and wanders away, leaving me there.

Awkwardly shifting, I slip from my jacket and fold it over my arm as I hold the present in front of my stomach.

I meander forward in the hallway, ignoring the stairs to the right, and follow the music from the party to the left. It's bustling with people, and I tug nervously at my lip. Normally I wouldn't be so bothered, I would go in and introduce myself and have fun, but this is different.

This is my boyfriend's dad's house, the guy I like, so I stand there until a man breaks from the crowd and heads my way.

The air whooshes from my lungs as I stare at him helplessly. Holy fucking vaginas. He's perfection. A silver fox for sure. He has a trimmed, well-kept, dark brown beard, and his short, styled brown hair is peppered at the sides. There are a few laugh lines around his eyes and mouth, but they only add to his beauty, not subtract.

His eyes are dark and consuming as they lock on mine, freezing me to the spot with no escape from them or him. Others would glance away, but not him. He's intense and heading straight for me.

His huge, built body is encased in grey slacks and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms to showcase thick, veiny forearms and big hands.

He's probably in his mid-forties, but Christ, it's obvious he takes care of his body more than most guys my age. And dancing around those dangerous lips is an arrogant smile like he knows it.

From one look, my panties melt and my pussy turns slick. I'm wetter than I've been for months with Xavier. I'm no doubt blushing hard and breathing a little too heavily, but this man...he seems to take up the whole room. His personality fills it so completely, his power, his dominance...and it's all aimed at me right now.

And then he's before me.

"Hello," he greets with a slightly confused smile, his eyes running down me in an undeniably sexy way.

The burn of it makes me tremble before him.

Suddenly, Xavier is there at my elbow.

He wraps an arm around me almost possessively, acting more covetous with me than he ever has before. "Hey, Dad, this is Kylie, the girl I'm dating."

Dad?

This is his fucking dad?

My jaw almost drops. Xavier is blond with green eyes, and this guy is all dark and brooding, built where Xavier is lean. Please tell me he's a stepdad, because fuck.

The man jerks back slightly, his eyes narrowing as they run across me in anything but a fatherly sexless way, and it has me almost panting again. No, stop, shit.

"Nice to meet you," I force out, my voice tight. "Happy birthday, Mr. O'Neal."

He frowns at that as I thrust out my hand. "Call me Jesse. It's nice to meet you, Kylie."

I freeze, my heart flapping wildly like a caged bird caught in my chest. My stomach clenches and my breath catches as I awkwardly hold out my hand.

He captures it gently, like I'm precious, his callused fingers stroking alongside my hand as he leans down and, dark eyes on me, presses his soft lips to the back of my hand. The whiskers of his short beard catch and make me swallow hard. He straightens and gently lets go as I gawk at him.

Fuck.

Am I attracted to my boyfriend's dad?

No, no fucking way. This can't be happening, but as those dark eyes stay locked on me, I know the truth. I'm screwed, and not in the good way, because after just one second around my boyfriend's father, I'm more turned on than I have ever been.

And he's off limits.

Jesse

My dipshit of a son's new girlfriend is way too fucking beautiful. I can't take my eyes from her as she laughs and leans into his side. I've been trying to stop watching her all night, but I can't. He doesn't even look away from his phone, the stupid prick. Where the hell did I go wrong with him?

Look at her.

She glances up and seems to deflate when she realises he doesn't care-what an idiot. She's breathtaking, the most beautiful girl in this room. Hell, any room I've ever been in.

Her long wavy hair hangs over her sleek, tanned shoulder. Her blue eyes are captivating and melt anyone they settle on. She's so sweet, so innocent looking. Her lips are full, and her face is all angles and enchanting. Her body...

Fuck.

She looks like a wet dream.

Shit.

I want my son's girlfriend. Badly.

Turning away, I toss back my drink and head to the kitchen, rearranging my hard cock in my slacks, and lean against the sink. Get it together, stop thinking about her like that. She's young enough to be your goddamn daughter!

But fuck...

"Mr. O'Neal?" The soft, sweet, seductive voice comes from behind me, and I have to curl my fingers into the sink to stop myself from grabbing her.

I can't even bear to look into those blue eyes again.

"Jesse," I remind her harshly.

She goes quiet for a moment, probably at my abrupt, rude response, so I sigh and turn, hiding my erection behind the kitchen chair. "Anything you need?"

Like my cock? I want to ask, but I don't.

She smiles a small, nervous smile. Those red painted lips curl up, and all I can imagine is having them wrapped around my cock, and that blonde hair bound in my fist as I take her sweet little young mouth.

"I was looking for the toilet..." She trails off and shifts awkwardly, drawing my gaze to the high heels she's wearing.

I run my eyes up her long, lean, tanned legs to her thick thighs that are on display in the short, floaty dress she's in. I wonder...if I pulled it up, would I find lace?

I bet I would.

Shit.

I jerk my eyes up to hers to see her lip caught in her teeth, her eyes wide and confused, but also...a flare of something else, something that flitters by too fast for me to catch. "Down the hall, first door," I tell her roughly.

She nods and turns away, her hips swaying as she heads into the hall, and my eyes catch on that perky plump ass. I imagine it filling my hands as she rides my dick.

Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me?

Just then, Xavier strides into the kitchen and looks around, no doubt for his girl, the thought sour in my mind. "She's in the bathroom," I grumble.

He nods and grins at me. I swear this kid looks more like his mom than me, it's scary. "What do you think of her?"

I fist my hands and push them into my sides to stop myself from wringing his neck. It's not his fault I'm attracted to his girlfriend, and I'm a sick fuck for wanting a young girl like that. "She seems really nice," I offer, and he nods.

"She really is. She's a singer downtown, got a regular spot, that's where we met." I nod. She sings... I can just imagine.

Her voice is smoky, soft, and sexy. I can envision her singing, the sound wrapping around me as I peel off her clothes and bare her perfect skin.

"That's good," I bark. "You like her?"

He shrugs. "Yeah."

Yeah? Christ, sometimes I want to smack my kid. Is that normal? "She seems very smart and kind," I hedge.

That's an understatement.

She charmed the room and me tonight. Her laugh is contagious, and her smile is sweet. I couldn't take my eyes off her, brooding in my chair as my friends talked to me, but none of it mattered. My eyes were locked on the angel in white.

She listened so intently and cared what they were saying, I could see her dazzling everyone here.

He pulls out his phone again, smirking at something on it. "I guess it helps she's hot as hell."

I snort and turn away. What a prick. Hot? That word is ridiculous and doesn't touch her beauty. She looks like perfection, all curves and sweetness, that delicious little mouth perfect for fucking.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I breathe deeply. "How's your mum?"

"Seems fine, off with Mark in Thailand. You know, Dad, you should really get a new wife or some shit so you aren't alone here. God knows you could do with getting laid, you're always wound so tight."

Turning, I arch my eyebrow at him. "Xavier, my sex life is none of your concern. Now go say hi to your auntie, she's been worried," I snap, and he sighs but does as he's told like when he was a kid.

I hear a slight gasp, but when I look around, I can't see anyone, so I dismiss it. I turn back to the sink and count to ten. So she's attractive? So your cock is hard just from looking at her?

That's fine.

You won't see her much, you can ignore this. If she makes Xavier happy, then I can handle this...

Jesse

A Month Later..

She's here again.

In a fucking tiny little red bikini that hides nothing. The material clings to her wet perky ass, and her full breasts almost tumble from the material. Her nipples are pebbled temptingly. Her hair is pulled up in a sloppy bun, and her face makeup free. If I thought she was beautiful with it on, she is downright astonishing now.

I've seen her a few times since my birthday, mainly in passing or when we go out for a meal with Xavier. Each and every time, I come back with a raging hard-on and feel sick with myself. I want her, even now.

Badly.

It consumes me. I jack off to my own fantasies of her. Of stealing her from my son and teaching her what a real man would treat her like, making her scream my name and ride my cock. Turning away from the window, I breathe heavily. Now she is here.

In my pool. Half goddamn naked and wet, and I can't take it. I even asked him to stop bringing her around. He asked why I hated her. It was better than him learning the truth-that I don't hate her, the opposite actually. I crave her and the sweetness of her body.

Her innocence calls to a dark part of me that wants to ruin it, that wants to shatter it, claim her, and make her my own dirty little angel. She's young, barely over twenty, and I'm twice her age. She's dating my son, but it stops nothing.

I still wish I could storm out there, throw her onto the patio, and rip off that tiny suit and tongue fuck her. I bet she would taste as sweet as she looks...

Like she controls my movements, I turn back at her laugh, pressing my forearms to the glass of the second-floor window in my bedroom as I watch her. The sun kisses her golden skin, and her curves call to me, demanding I fill my hands as I drive into that tight little cunt.

Xavier splashes her, and she splashes him back before he grabs her and reels her in for a kiss. She doesn't even fucking moan. She would if I did it. I would plunder that mouth until she couldn't breathe without me. He slides his hands down into the water, and I have to close my eyes as jealousy roars through me.

She isn't mine, but fuck, I wish she was.

I can't help but torture myself, unable to turn away as he hoists her from the water and perches her on the pool edge.

He kisses her again, and her eyes close as he turns her head and kisses down her shoulder and chest, ignoring her silent plea. She thrusts her ample chest out, and he doesn't so much as even touch them, the fucking idiot. I would yank down that string and lavish them with my tongue, making her beg from that alone.

But he doesn't. His hand slips past her bikini bottoms, and I feel filthy for watching. I'm about to turn away when her head falls back and her eyes open, scanning the garden and the neighbours before perusing my house. Fuck.

They slide past the window I'm in and flick back in shock, locking on me. She can see me. She knows I'm watching like a perv. Yet she doesn't say anything, instead she freezes briefly before closing her eyes again and parting her legs further for him.

Dirty little girl.

Does she want me to watch? Is she teasing me? Does she like it? If the way she moans is any indication, she does.

She seems wilder now that she's aware my gaze is trained on her thrusting hips as he fucks her with his fingers. It's over all too soon though. She moans loudly, fakely, and he pulls back with a smug look.

That fucking idiot. She faked it.

I rip myself away from the window before I storm down there and take her myself, showing him exactly what to do with a woman like that. How to make her scream, writhe, and beg for your cock. To take hours tasting her, learning her.

Heading to the shower, I strip off quickly and palm my cock, the image of her eyes on me seared into my brain.