Chapter 8
Dina
Michael didn’t have much in his almost empty house, so he drove into town to pick up pizza for us. Our town was too small to have a delivery service.
We were sitting in bed, and I was wearing one of his oversized shirts. His eyes had gone feral when he saw me slip it on and he’d eaten me out again as I held the long shirt up.
I wiped my fingers with a napkin, dabbing at my mouth as I finished my second slice. Usually I could demolish a whole pizza on my own, but my nerves wouldn’t let me. I watched Michael as he drank his bottle of water; the column of his throat moved as he swallowed.
He was already growing stubble that trickled down his neck, over that strong Adam’s apple. He was just so sexy; so…manly.
Well, he is forty-two, dummy.
He was so much older, wiser and worldly than me. Was this some sort of sexual kink for him? To sleep with a woman less than half his age?
“What is it, baby?”
His head was tilted at me, his brow furrowed in concern. His fingers reached out and stroked my cheek and I instinctively leaned into his touch.
“What is this?” I asked. My cheeks flushed, and my stomach twisted in nerves. I licked my dry lips and pushed through.
“Is this a bit of fun for you until you meet someone more appropriate or–”
“You really think I’d risk my livelihood, the rumors and glares from other folks, my relationship with my daughter—your best friend—for a bit of fun?”
Although his words were harsh, his gaze was tender as he stared down at me. “This is me staking my claim. You’re mine, Dina. No one else’s.” His mouth tightened. “So no more dates with boys.”
My mouth quirked, and he tightened his hand on my chin. “I mean it, brat. No dates. No hanging out with other guys. If I find out you’ve even smiled at another boy–”
“And what about you?” I glared. “Are you going to stay away from other women?”
“No one else exists for me but you.”
The air was sucked out of me, and my face softened as I fought a pleased smile. But then I remembered. “And what about Lucy? I already feel guilty sleeping with her dad.”
Lucy and I told each other everything—even though I suspected she was dating someone and was keeping tight-lipped about it. Still, this was one secret that I’d been keeping from her for years; this crush on her dad. What would she say if she found out? She’d be angry for sure.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. I hate hurting her, but…” His hand fell to my thigh, smoothing up my legs. My pussy clenched in response. “You’re eighteen, and you’re leaving home soon. We’ll make it work.”
I fought a grin as I felt his hands grab the hem of his shirt before he lifted it clean off my body. His eyes darkened as he took in my bare breasts. When he went to grab me, I shuffled back. He lifted a brow at me.
“I–I wanna try something.”
His brow furrowed, although his eyes lit up with curiosity. “Tell me.”
I looked at the heavy bulge in his sweatpants and swallowed. “I wanna…” I gestured to his hard cock.
A slow smile curved his face. “You wanna suck my cock, baby girl?”
My breathing quickened at his dirty words. “Please. I need it so bad.”
He nodded solemnly, as if he understood the craving I felt. The physical longing. He hopped off the bed and pulled his sweats down. He’d gone commando under it, not bothering to fully dress when we both knew we would be ripping clothes off each other soon.
His large cock bobbed in front of me, heavy and aching; his balls large.
My mouth watered as I watched him stroke it from root to tip.
I couldn’t wait a moment longer, so before I could second-guess myself, I crawled across the bed until my mouth was inches from the tip of his cock.
His hips jerked forward, and he rubbed his dick on my lips until I tasted his salty essence.
Instead of sinking my mouth over it, I tucked my bead lower and nuzzled his heavy balls. I heard his breath hiss in as my lips mouthed at them, giving each one little licks before I covered one heavy sac and sucked.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Suck my balls, get them nice and wet.”
I moaned around them, letting one go and bathing the other in spit. Drool was running down my chin as I sucked and licked at both his balls. My thumbs brushed over the soft skin as I rolled them carefully between gentle fingers.
Finally satisfied, I leaned back and gazed hungrily at his cock. The mushroom head looked even bigger now, and pre-cum leaked from the tip. Unable to resist, I scooted forward and licked it up with the tip of my tongue.
“Fuck, baby.” His hands speared through my hair. “You’re such a little slut for my cock, aren’t you?”
He lifted my head before rubbing his fat cock all over my cheeks, nose and mouth; leaving a trail of his pre-cum on my face.
“Open,” he commanded as he tapped his dick against my mouth. I obeyed and he pushed the tip between my eager lips. “Wider.”
As soon as my mouth opened more, he shoved his cock in.
“Umpf!” I choked.
“You can do it, baby,” he soothed. “Suck my cock, baby. Take it like a good girl.”
I moaned and closed my eyes, concentrating on opening my throat like I read about in my erotic books. His cock slipped further inside until he was cupping my face and rocking his hips in and out. His hot, hard length slid along my tongue, and I eagerly sucked and licked.
“That’s it, baby, you’re taking me so good.”
I grabbed onto his thighs and let him plow into my mouth. Drool dripped down my chin and my eyes watered.
“Fuck I’m gonna come. Gonna paint your throat, baby. You ready?”
I groaned in response and held on as his movements became more frantic before I felt his salty cum fill my mouth. I gagged and choked as Michael groaned above me.
He quickly pulled his cock out and painted my face with the rest of his orgasm. “Fuck, baby, look at you,” he said as he rubbed his dick over my lips. He bent down and covered his lips over mine, sucking my tongue and tasting himself.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured.
Michael
When I woke up with Dina in my arms, life felt good. Life felt amazing. I’d woken up to the taste of my woman still in my mouth, and to the promises I’d whispered to her over and over again as I’d given her pleasure.
And I’d meant them, too. I wanted to be with her. Forever. I was tired of fighting my feelings and worrying what everyone else would think. Dina was the one for me, and I didn’t want to waste any more time denying it.
I waited for the feeling of panic to overtake me, for reality to set in. But there was nothing. Instead, there was just a calm peace and acceptance.
I should’ve been panicking. I was forty-two years old and a teacher at her former school.
Ethically, it would raise more than a few eyebrows, even if I had developed feelings and started sleeping with her after she’d turned eighteen.
Christ, there was also the fact that I was her best friend’s father.
Shit, Lucy!
I gently extracted myself from Dina, placing a soft kiss on her head.
I reached for my phone with a shaking hand.
I couldn’t believe that I’d forgotten about my daughter.
My lust for Dina had completely taken over, and I forgot to double-check our cameras.
Nothing would’ve happened, though. We lived in a safe neighborhood, and my daughter was a very mature, reliable and trustworthy eighteen-year-old.
But when I powered my phone on, my brow furrowed as a slew of notifications from my Ring camera app poured through. I opened them and my blood turned cold.
Dina
Something lured me out of my sleep. The bed was shaking a little before I heard rustling and the sound of Michael cursing.
I rubbed my eyes and glanced around. It was still dark outside, so I knew it was very early.
Through bleary eyes, I could make out Michael’s figure.
He was pulling on his shirt as he swore at something on his phone.
“What’s going on?” I croaked.
His back tensed before he continued pulling on his socks. “There’s an emergency at home.” His voice was flat, his back still turned to me.
I sat up, fear for Lucy drumming through me. “What happened? Is Luce okay?”
“She won’t be by the time I get through with her.”
I frowned at him. “What? What do you mean? What’s happened?”
He turned to me, and my stomach dropped when he wouldn’t look me in the eye. “I’m sorry, Dina. This–this was a mistake.”
“What?” I was wide awake now.
“I have to go. I'm sorry, Dina. I-I’ll leave money on the dresser for you to get home.”
My mouth dropped. Surely he was joking? Leaving money for me like I was a whore? I sat up fully, swung my legs out, and stood to confront him. Michael’s eyes swept my naked form, his eyes flashing before he gulped and glanced away.
“Michael, what are you saying?”
His jaw pulsed as he shook his head. “I don’t have time for this. I need to get to my daughter. Your best friend.” I flinched at his accusatory tone.
He ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck! What was I thinking?”
My head reared back and tears clogged my throat. “Why are you acting like this?”
He glanced at his phone, his face turning red again. “I gotta go. I’m so sorry, Dina.”
With an open mouth, I watched him drop a few notes on the dresser before he walked out.
I still couldn’t believe it. Not when I heard his footsteps pounding down the stairs. Not when I heard the front door open and slam shut. Not even when I heard his car start and peel out of the driveway.
Only when I saw the twenty-dollar note did I burst into tears.