Here's another sweet episode for you my sweets!
If you're sensitive to stories like this just know this book is definitely not for you...
I don't want my readers to feel uncomfortable, the whole concept regarding this book was created by me . So please no criticism if you don't like the short stories then don't bother reading them.
Note that's this book was specifically created for your own pleasure for those of us who has some particular yearnings and hidden desires .
Abella P.O.V.
I've always preferred older men. They're usually more mature, and there's just something about a man who has his shit together that checks all my boxes.
Take Rose's dad for example. Mr. Russell or I mostly call him Mr Zion as have done since i turned 17 is the perfect man for me . I started noticing him a few years ago as more than just my best friend's dad. He'd join us for a swim in their pool, and I'd watch the trail of water sliding down his sculpted chest and abs. Not only is he insanely attractive, but he's sweet and funny-the full package.
Call me crazy but the man has always been what I've always dreamed of and wanted , a quality I noticed about Zion is he's always helping others, which is another quality I find so damn sexy. He's also handyman and is continuously fixing things for the neighbors for free. He works in his backyard a lot especially when he works out back in his garden, which I can see right through my bedroom window cause he lives next door.
He has a gravelly, deep voice with a sexy Italian accent. Honestly, every single time he says my name chills run down my spine and hits the apex of my thighs with a big whack. I'm not ashamed to admit he's been the star of my many fantasies for the past couple years, but given he's almost twice my age and my best friend's dad, it's only ever been a fantasy. Which is why I'm trying my hardest best to restrain myself from ravishing him ,it's a much more practical way of handling it.
I reach the landing and head toward Rose's room when I hear the shower on the other side of the hallway. It's the middle of the afternoon, a strange time to take a shower, but then again, it's been real warm around here the need to spend all my days at the pool is quiet overwhelming.
A grin tugs at the corner of my mouth as I shove open the bathroom door. I close the door behind me and tiptoe toward the shower around the corner. I'm going to scare the shit out of her. We're close, so I know she won't even mind me being in here instead of waiting for her in her room.
Beside that's what best friends do , spook each other and being a pain in the ass . As I round the corner my breath catches in my throat, my pulse starts to race and desire coils low in my belly.
To my greatest surprise Rose wasn't the one taking a shower it was none other than my crush Zion.
I can't tear my eyes away from his gorgeous, naked body. His muscles are hard and defined, chiseled to perfection. I know he doesn't work out. He doesn't need to. That's the result of hard physical labor."Damn why couldn't he be like those other middle aged men with big tummy , instead he's one hot as hell daddy.
My breathing starts to accelerate as I watch the water cascade over his back before it trails over his perfect ass. Carved like a statue of God.
Oh fuck!
I should get out of here before he sees me, is the first thought that comes to mind. But I can't seem to move a muscle. My nipples strain against my flimsy lace bra I'm wearing under my dress, my hormones and emotions flying all over the place. How I've dreamed about this kind of situation , how I've fantasize how this will play out in my head"I sigh out dreamily.
Zion's neatly trimmed Auburn hair looks black under the constant stream of water. His jaw is dusted with a few days worth of scruff. I find myself wondering what it'd feel like against my face, and more inappropriately, between my legs.
I know am not suppose to be feeling this way but I can't damn help myself Liquid desire pools between my thighs and my clit throbs against the lace thong I have on as I struggle to back out of the bathroom slowly. I watch as his hand reaches for his cock and my eyes widen at the size. It's thick and rock hard. I've only seen one from the guy who took my virginity. I find myself wondering what it'd feel like to touch a cock that big or if it'd still be velvety smooth?
What would it feel like to have a cock that big thrust inside me?
Sweet Mama Mia!!
A shiver courses through my body at the thought. I can't stop staring at him. It's all so memorizing and intoxicating and i can't help myself.
My mouth goes dry as he starts stroking himself. I bite down on my lower lip to hold back a gasp and think about what it'd be like to taste him there. The fact that I've been attracted to Rose's dad for the last three years have both intrigued and bothered me. He's my best friend's father for crying out loud, but I can't seem to ignore it.
Especially now.
It's like he's everywhere all the time, and right now I'm watching my own fantasy come true, now I fully understand precisely what hot and bothered means.
Zion moans deeply, and I watch as he tosses his head back with intense pleasure and a small gasp escapes me. Shit, he is so fucking hot." I know I should excuse myself and run out the door and never come back, but watching Mr. Zion touch himself is the hottest thing I've ever seen. My lips and throat going dry, and I find myself licking my lips with a desire I've never felt nor experienced before.
My one time at having sex had been a clusterfuck. We both fumbled through everything and even by the time he found my entrance, he was still fumbling like a some kinda rookie player. Of course, he later erupted like fucking volcano whereas I was left bleeding with a sore ache between my thighs and unsatisfied.
Until now.
Completely transfixed, I watch the way he strokes himself. His grip tightens and focuses on the tip, his breathing rapidly increasing in short bursts as he drives himself closer to the edge. I let my eyes slowly travel up to face, so I can to watch him come apart, and instead, I see he's watching me.
How long has he been watching me?
Oh Damn it!!
He's seen me"i panicked.
Wait , he's seen me but hasn't said anything about me getting out of the bathroom"I bite my lower lip again, unable to draw my gaze away from his. His eyes are darker than their usual cerulean-blue, they're almost sapphire blue from his evident arousal.
His hand doesn't stop the motion of running up and down his cock as he watches me. I can feel my panties growing damp from the sight of him nearing his release, his eyes never leaving mine. His jaw ticks and I see the tightness in his throat as his release starts to build.
I want to climb into the shower with him. I want him to touch me like he's touching himself, but I'm too absorbed in his pleasure to move. My breathing matches his, my body on fire as I watch him. The reason for coming over completely forgotten, the only thing on my mind is how fucking hot Rose's dad is.
I know how twisted that must sound, but he is. So goddamn sexy. I swear if I could turn back time, I would've given my left kidney or even my heart for Mr. Russell to be my first. But that boat has sailed, however, as for the one we're currently in...
He grins at me, and my stomach does an Olympic qualifying backflip at the sight of his perfectly straight white teeth. His one hand is resting against the tiled wall as his other continues rubbing back and forth over his glorious dick. It's slick from the water, and I want to taste it. His eyes are pinning me to my spot, his hands driving me fucking crazy as I wish I could touch him there.
ZION'S P.O.V
They say the forbidden fruit was what drove Adam and Eve from the garden of Eden. Well it's seems history is about to repeat itself.
Forbidden fruit is the first thought that came to me when I notice Abella watching me jerk off. As my daughter's best friend and next-door neighbor, she's always been around. I've known her since she was a cute little girl with frizzy, brunette pigtails.
The first time I noticed her as more than just a kid, she'd just turned sixteen and had started dressing more provocatively, making it quite hard not to notice her. Her parents hosted a backyard barbeque party to celebrate with some family and friends. She and my daughter had plans to party that night with some friends, however, when she came out revealing her outfit, it took everything in me to not tell her to change into something else. She wore a short, tight skirt that showed off her long, toned legs and a tank top that left nothing to the imagination. I immediately felt sick and perverted and drank myself into a stupor trying not to notice my friend's fucking hot daughter.
Ever since that day, for three years, I've had to physically stop myself from fantasizing about her. She Isn't like other girls her age, rather She had a sense of maturity about her that had always intrigued me. It was hard not to notice the way she developed, delicious, intriguing curves that started to turn into forbidden desire.
I've made a conscious effort not to be alone with her, and now she's found me at my weakest. Our eyes meet, and I want to tell her to leave, or at least remove my hand from my dick, but I can't. Just the sight of her watching makes my cock grow even harder in my palm.
It's pathetic how long have I've dreamt of touching her smooth, soft skin and kissing those rose petal lips. She just turned nineteen, and although she's still my daughter's best friend, she's definitely no longer a kid, rather a young woman. I bask in her gaze, driving myself closer to the edge as she watches me.
Is it possible that she feels the same? Her bottom lip is being crushed between her teeth, her thighs are clenched together, and her breathing matches mine. Looks like Abella enjoys what she's seeing as well.
My eyes trail over her body and the body hugging dress hugging her curves makes me forget for a moment that she's only nineteen years old. The black fuck me pumps make her at least three inches taller, making me itch to run my hands along those long, smooth legs.
I'm more turned on than I've been in years. I can't think straight and i don't think I can fight it. Following my instinct, I open the glass door of the shower and step out, my erection still very evident and hard. I expected her to run, but she stays glued to the spot, her gaze never leaving mine. Her thick hair brushes against her cheeks; her forest-green eyes hooded as she anticipates my moves.
I can see the sweat beading on her upper lip and her nipples peeking through the thin fabric of her dress. She's clenched her thighs so many times, her dress has ridden up and is now tightly hugging her hips. I take another step toward her.
The only sound in here is the shower running and our heavy breathing. Our gazes hold for what feels like an eternity before she finally releases her captured bottom lip. I lick mine in response and watch as she gasps softly.
Damn , She's is just as turned on as I am, I realize with a smug grin.
Impulsively, I reach for her hand and wrap it around my shaft. Her breath catches for a moment before I feel her fingers explore the thickness and texture of my dick. Her touch is tentative and soft like a butterfly, and yet it sends desire raging through my blood like a rabid bull.
Abella quickly catches on and starts stroking up and down in her small hand. I lock my knees and close my eyes enjoying every second of my fantasy coming to life. Just as I feel my body start to contract with an imminent release, her touch disappears. I open my eyes and find her on her knees in front of me. She looks up at me with a clouded emerald-gaze as she opens her mouth and takes my cock between her lips.
Her teeth scrape along my length as she takes me deep into her throat. It's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. As she licks and sucks, she kept her eyes open and locked on mine as if she's seeking approval. Moaning, I wrap my hand around her neck and squeeze, encouraging her to continue. Abella speeds up her pace as I grab locks of her hair and tug slightly, wanting to exposure her gorgeous throat as she attempts to deep-throat me.
"Fuck." I groan, biting down on my lip as my breathing escalates. I can't believe this is happening right now, but I'll be damned if I stop her now. "Yeah, baby. You look so goddamn good sucking daddy's cock."
She attempts a smile as her other hand reaches for my balls and gently massages them. Her mouth bobs up and down and left to right, and soon I feel like a teenager all over again, ready to blow my load sooner than I want.
With both hands on her head, I push her deeper and harder on my cock, and soon my body tightens and convulses with the strongest release I've had in years.
Abella's hands wrap around my thighs and squeeze as I shoot deep down her throat. Her little choking noises turn me on all over again. Even in my wildest fantasies, I would've never imagined her sucking me off in the middle of the afternoon. But fuck, I can't even say I regret it.
As my body slowly comes down from its high, I glance down to see her smiling up at me victoriously. She's licking her lips and sucking on her fingers as if she's just eaten the most delicious thing in her life. I grab under her arms and pull her up until she's standing in front of me. She deserves a fucking medal for the blowjob she just gave me.
Unable to control myself any longer, I crush my mouth against hers, tenderness completely forgotten as desire takes control. She tastes sweet from her cherry lip gloss and salty from tasting me. I'd even say a little innocent as I swipe my tongue into her mouth and pull her small frame against mine.
She responds immediately, showing me she wants this as much as I do. Her hands wrap around my waist and holds me to her as I devour her completely. My lips linger down her jawline and suck on her neck. I want to mark her, make her mine, and claim her. She's stunning, but even more so, she's delicate, and I want to do very dirty things with her.
I know what we're doing is forbidden and maybe even morally wrong. No one would understand. She's like the fruit I've always wanted but won't ever get to eat. So if I'm only allowed a small bite, I'll savor every fucking moment.
Abella's P.O.V.
Zion's strong hands firmly grab my hips and pulls me against his arousal while his mouth invades mine. I'm never been so fucking desperate to be touched in my entire life. My body burns for him, and only his touch can soothe the desire quickly building up in my core. Even the wet dreams I've had about him doesn't come close to what it feels like to be touched by him.
I don't want it to stop. I let my hands explore the muscular ridges of his back as his mouth leaves mine. He trails hot wet kisses over my jaw and down my neck. His touch is electrical, like a spell I'm unable to step away from. His hands tug at the hem of my dress, dragging it over my head. I feel wanton in his gaze as his eyes hungrily devour the sight of my lacy underwear. His hand sneaks lower, and instinctively I part my legs for him.
Zion shoves my panties aside before he runs a thick finger through my folds. My breath hitches and I gasp as how amazing it feels. I nearly unravel from his touch. I'm so fucking turned on.
His finger trails a little higher and makes a few lazy circles over my clit using just the right pressure. I can feel my body tightening, begging for more.
My breath releases in short pants and my knees are weak. I cling to his shoulder, hanging onto him for dear life as he continues his delicious and torturous assault.
"You like that, Baby?" his deep voice echoes, demanding and low. It sends shutters through my spine.
"Yes daddy." I whisper on a gasp. My eyes flutter shut, enjoying his touch and wanting more.
Zion trails his fingers south and slides through my folds, the wetness of my arousal coating him, he smacks my inner thighs sexily. His long finger pushes inside me, deep and controlled. Holding onto him, I widen my legs, giving him the control to do as he pleases. I want him; I want it all.
"Goddamn, you're so fucking tight," he hisses, licking his lower lip as if he's eager to taste me down there too.
"It feels so amazing," I admit, blushing. My breathing increases, encouraging him to slide another finger inside and speed up the pace. His dick is rock hard again, and every dirty thought of him inside me surfaces.
Damn!!
I want him to fuck me with that big ass cock!
My head falls back as my hips jerk up to meet his thrusts. God, this is so wrong. But I can't stop. I don't want him to ever stop.
This might look wrong but it's as painfully wrong as it is exciting as hell, i feel my nipples harden, aching for attention. As if reading my mind, he lowers his head and tugs my nipple into his mouth. He closes his lips over my nipple and sucks it in between his teeth. They're so hard and sensitive, pushing on pain and pleasure.
"Yes..." I moan, wanting more. "Oh my God, yes."
Yes..."I screamed..
"You like my fingers fucking you, baby?" he murmurs in my ear. "So fucking tight for me, Abella and am Gonna stretch you out so fucking good for me so my big hard cock can fuck you good ."He says accentuating every single word.
"Yes..." I repeat on a whisper. "I need to come."
Please"I say moaning so hard.
He increases his pace impossibly faster and harder, reaching the deepest part of me. His thick fingers pounding into me is my fantasy coming to life, and I don't ever want to wake up.
"Come , Abella." he demands. "You're so close, I can feel it."
The sound of the shower, our hastened breathing, and every other thing in the distance disappears as my entire body shakes and tightens. My legs weaken as a delicious release shoots through my veins. Zion's mouth crashes into mine as the explosive waves slow and overcomes my entire my body. The best damn orgasm of my life.
I'm riding out my release, quivering and panting with Zion's hand still flicking inside me when there is a knock at the door, our mouths parting instantly.
"Dad, you in there?" Another knock. "Can you hear me?"
Oh Huhhhh"That's Rose's voice..
Rose's voice brings reality crashing back down. I blink a few times, unable to comprehend what I've just done. Zion is still holding me up with his hands on my butt.
Fuck, this is so bad!"I thought.
Am not done with you yet beautiful " He says , winking then stepping into the bathroom to retrieve a towel , swaggering out of the room like nothing that hot happened.
Oh Crap!
How can one particular guy , create harvoc and turn me to mush with just one glance." I thought to myself.
Seems my fantasy will be coming true after all" I sigh out , guess I need to tick off a list of things from my bucket list....