Forbidden: Daddy's Best Friend

Olivia Westview "Yes! Right there! Right there," I screamed, bent over the sink in the nightclub's cramped ladies' room. Oh fvck, this feels amazing. "Open this fvcking door, b1tch! I'm gonna pee myself already!" a voice yelled from outside, accompanied by loud knocking. I ignored her, focusing instead on the man behind me. "You like that, baby girl?" he growled as his strong hands gripped my waist, his thick fingers digging into my flesh. "Y-yes." I bit my lip as he continued thrusting, his c0ck filling my throbbing hole. His balls swung, hitting my vulva with every pound. "P-Please, don't stop." He didn't, and my drunk self was grateful. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, my body trembling with each collision. I could feel the tension building, the heat pooling low in my belly. "You are so tight." I moaned in response, barely able to form words as he pounded into me. The sound of the running tap and our ragged breaths filled the small room. "Harder," I begged. The intensity of his thrusts increased, driving me closer to the edge. My knuckles turned white as I clung to the sink, trying to keep my sanity. "Oh my gosh, I am cvmming!" "Not just yet, babe," he said, stopping. In one swift and practiced gesture, he pulled out of me. The feeling of being filled by him vanished, leaving me empty and hanging on the edge of my climax. With his hands, he turned me around so that we were facing each other. I could barely see him, but in the dimness, I could make out his features. High cheekbones, strong jaw, a full black beard with wisps of grey. A neck tattoo was peeking out of his button-down collar. Fvck. He's so handsome for someone his age. He leaned in and kissed me, our mouths crashing together. Hot. Wet. Sloppy. His hands roamed over my body, lifting me without effort onto the sink. He pushed my dress higher as he spread my legs and placed them on his shoulders. The faucet was digging into my back, but I didn't care. I was desperate for his c0ck inside my hole again. "Open this door right now! Hey!" There was the angry girl outside again. I ignored the noise, completely lost in the sensations coursing through my body. His thickness entered me once more, and it was glorious. I reared my head, moaning as he pounded into me, staring into my eyes. He ran his thumb over my lips and inserted it into my mouth. I sucked on it, heaving, hyperventilating, and all of a sudden, I was on the verge again. "I'm coming!" My 0rgasm hit me like a tidal wave, and I screamed as my body convulsed around him. He groaned, his face scrunching up as he pounded through his cl!max. Incomprehensible noises spewed out of our mouths like the juices dripping down my thighs. We were a writhing, moaning mess of pleasure. When we were both spent, he pulled out, stripping the condom off his d1ck and throwing it into the trash. We kissed again, the taste of each other lingering as he hauled me off the sink, his lips never leaving mine. He must have accidentally opened the door as the angry girl spilled in. She glared at me, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the sight of me and the man as we fixed ourselves. "w***e!" she yelled. "Get out! I just laughed, unfazed, and walked past her with my hand in the man's. When we were back in the nightclub's hall, I gave my 'date' a peck on the lips and gestured to him with a smile. "Call me," I said and walked away. ~ o 0 o ~ "Girl! You wild!" Sharkeisha shook her head at me, staring as though I had grown a second head. "Who that fine man you be bangin'?" A giggle escaped me. "Just someone I met on a dating app." I took a shot of my cocktail as I could already feel my buzz going away. It was too early to be sober. "D'yall use protection, girl? You don't wanna be no baby momma to some jerk." "He's not a jerk, Keish," I explained. "Besides, his dating profile said he's a businessman who just went back to the city. And of course, we used rubber. No glove, no love, remember?" "Mmkay..." My best friend laughed, raising both her hands in defeat. "I was just looking out fo' yo' nasty ass. Cuz ya know you a h0e, girl." I laughed with her. "I know, right?" She pouted, tilting her head to the side. "What?" I asked her. "What? I did not say nothing." "I know that look on your face. Go ahead, spill." She sighed."I know he fine. Damn near perfect like them daddies on TV. But ain't he kinda too old fo' you, girl? How old you is, anyway? Twenty?" "Twenty-one," I corrected. "And he's not too old. He's just, like fifty-something." Sharkeisha made an overly dramatic gasp, placing her hand on her throat as though checking for her pulse. "Nasty. Nasty! He could be yo' Pops already!" I was about to retort to her that age did not matter and that that was just a one-time thing when my phone decided to blare. With a sigh, I picked my phone up from the table and looked at who was calling. "Speak of the devil." I rolled my eyes. "Dad." "Mm-mm," she said, downing her Cosmopolitan in one gulp and setting the glass on the table. "Get yo' ass up, girl. I don't want no beef with Mr. Westview." "But we just got here!" Sharkeisha glared at me, making clicking noises with her tongue. "Nope. You already had yo' pvssy filled. You done for the night, girl." She waved a finger at me. "We goin' home, Liv. Up. Up." "Fine, fine," I groaned, dramatically dropping my head into my hands. "Let's go home, Mommy Shark." ~ o 0 o ~ I stumbled through the front door, struggling to keep my balance. Dad was sprawled out on the couch, snoring softly with the TV still on, playing some late-night football. “Fvck,” I muttered under my breath. Why is he home so early? He wasn’t supposed to be back until tomorrow. It was a stroke of luck he was already asleep; if he caught me this drunk, I’d be in serious trouble. I moved cautiously. The last thing I needed was to wake him up. Step by step, I made my way towards the staircase, holding my breath with each creak of the floorboards. As I climbed, I almost tripped over a vase perched on the edge of a stair. My hands shot out, grasping it just in time. My breath hitched as I stood frozen, listening for any sign that Dad had woken up. But the steady hum of his snoring continued. Phew. That was close. I let out a silent sigh of relief and continued my ascent, this time even more careful with each step. Finally, I reached my room. I closed the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment to steady myself. My bed beckoned, and I collapsed onto it. My skull was splitting from a massive headache, but I could not care less. All I wanted to do was sleep, and maybe, just maybe, I'd dream about the silver fox of a man I just fvcked tonight.