My Father's Best Friend(10)

By: Fiona Davenport

“You okay, baby girl?” he asked, sounding concerned.

“Way better than okay,” I answered. “I think I might be addicted to sex now.”

“That’s an addiction I’m more than happy to feed,” he rasped. “With me, and only me.”

Chapter 5


I panted harshly as I waited for my heart beat to slow down. Fuck. I’d never experienced something so incredible, never come that hard in my life. Lilah was everything I could ever, would ever, want.

My cock had barely softened, but then I leaned up and turned to look at my beautiful girl. The sight of my come leaking out of her, slightly pink with evidence of her virginity, had me becoming painfully hard once more. Leaning down, I brushed a kiss over her lips, smirking at her exhausted state. “Wait here, baby girl. I’m going to take care of you.”

I climbed off of the bed and walked to the bathroom to fetch a cloth. After running it under warm water, I returned to find her in the exact same position, her blue eyes drowsy and sated. My chest was practically bursting with emotion, and though I was somewhat stunned by the abundance of it so fast, it didn’t scare me. It only made me want her more.

I tenderly cleaned between her thighs, trying to ignore the need building inside me from the sight of her glistening, pink pussy. I’d been honest with her when I admitted to thinking about planting my baby in her belly.

The image of her with a rounded and swollen stomach made my blood boil, my cock pulsing with the desire to make it a reality.

It had been a conscious decision not to use protection, one I hadn’t discussed with her beforehand. For a split second, I felt a little guilty for my ulterior motive, but my desire for her, my need, it pushed away any doubt immediately.

I would need to return to Texas soon, and I was determined to get Lilah pregnant before we left. No one, not even her father, could take her away from me if she was having my baby. I also hoped it would negate her anger at finding out who I really was.

Done with my ministrations, I tossed the rag towards the bathroom and fell back down beside Lilah before pulling her into my arms. She snuggled into me and sighed with contentment. Her body fit mine like a glove, clearly made for each other.

“Rest now, baby girl,” I murmured gruffly with a soft kiss on the top of her head. “You’re going to be sore, and I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to wait before I fuck you again.”

She shifted restlessly and my arms tightened to hold her still. If she kept rubbing her silky skin against mine, I wouldn’t be able to hold out very long. With one hand, I began to rub slow circles on her naked back and her breathing eventually evened out as she fell asleep.

A million thoughts were swirling around in my head, and they kept me from drifting off until the early hours of the morning.

The ping of my cell phone, alerting me to an email, woke me a little after six. Lilah was sprawled across me, using me like a full body pillow, and I hated to disturb her by moving, but figured the sound of my phone would do it anyway. As gently as possible, I reached to the bedside table and grabbed it. My thumb unlocked it and I opened up my email.

There it was. The one I’d been waiting for. I hesitated, again torn at what to hope for. Telling myself not to be such a pussy, I clicked on the message.

99% positive match.

Lilah was officially my best friend’s little girl.

She shifted and I quickly shut down my phone, tossing it back onto the nightstand. Her wiggling brought my cock to full attention, and I focused solely on my girl. My girl.

“How are you feeling, baby girl?” I asked when she lifted her head. She smiled shyly, and I pushed her wayward hair out of the way so I could see her face.

“Um”—her cheeks turned pink, striking a match and lighting a fire in my core—“incredible.”

I grinned. I fucking loved how honest she was. Her every thought was broadcast on her face, but the way she blurted things out was so fucking cute.

“Are you sore?” She squirmed again, seeming to test out her muscles and I grabbed her hips, stilling her. “Don’t move like that, baby girl,” I groaned.

She froze and stared at me wide-eyed. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”

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