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  Daddy’s Best Friend

  Sofia T Summers

  Copyright © 2020 by Sofia T Summers

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  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

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  Contents

  Description

  Prologue: Izzi

  1. John

  2. Izzi

  3. John

  4. Izzi

  5. John

  6. Izzi

  7. John

  8. Izzi

  9. John

  10. Izzi

  11. John

  12. Izzi

  13. John

  14. Izzi

  15. John

  16. Izzi

  17. John

  18. Izzi

  19. John

  20. Izzi

  21. John

  22. Izzi

  23. John

  24. Izzi

  25. John

  26. Izzi

  27. John

  28. Izzi

  29. John

  30. Izzi

  31. John

  32. Izzi

  33. John

  Epilogue: Izzi

  My Best Friend’s Daddy: Sample

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  She’s too young for me. Too innocent for me.

  And I’m friends with her father.

  Oh gosh, and if all those reasons weren’t compelling enough…

  I promised my late wife that I would never start a family again.

  But what was I supposed to do when Izzi practically threw herself at me?

  Take the moral high ground and push her away?

  I’m a powerful billionaire but I sure as hell didn’t possess the strength to do that.

  And so, I did what I’d wanted to for years.

  I devoured her dangerous curves.

  Yes, I knew that would have its consequences.

  But I didn’t know how extreme they would be.

  Like taking her innocence wasn’t scandalous enough…

  I even got her pregnant.

  That word itself sends shivers down my spine.

  I don’t want another child… but I do want Izzi.

  And this conflict might just be the end of me.

  Prologue: Izzi

  I lay on the king-sized hotel bed, one of the most luxurious I’d ever been on, the sheets smooth and delicious against my bare skin. I was completely naked, but also completely unself-conscious. Honestly, I had never felt sexier. How could I feel anything but sexy when I was being stared at with such lust and adoration?

  John Goodfellow, the man I’d wanted for years, was finally going to fuck me. He loomed over me, hunger in his gaze as he stared down at me, like he wanted to catalogue how I looked to remember it forever.

  Just a short time ago I never would’ve thought that I’d be in this position. I’d wanted John for so long I had started to fear that it was just a dream that would never become a reality. That I truly was just a silly girl with a ridiculous daydream, filling my head with nonsense. But here we were.

  I could still remember the day I’d realized how much I wanted him. I had been only sixteen, and my parents had invited John and his daughter to join us on vacation. John’s wife had died in childbirth and he never really got over it, and my dad considered it his duty as John’s best friend to try and relieve his loneliness whenever he could. I had never minded. Partially because I’d always liked John and partially because his daughter, Angelica, was like a little sister to me.

  We’d been in this lovely house right on the ocean, and we’d spent most of our time out on the beach, swimming and tanning and taking long walks. I’d been lying out on the beach earlier in the morning when John, who’d been taking a morning swim (unbeknownst to me) strode out of the waves.

  I’d been hit with a bolt of lust so strong I’d been sure my entire body was red from my blush. I’d felt so wet I’d wanted to squirm. I had never been so turned on in my life before and to say that it had been alarming would’ve been an understatement.

  Of course, I hadn’t been able to do anything about it. I’d been sixteen, for fuck’s sake. I couldn’t have told him how I felt without making everything painfully awkward. Instead, I’d laid there watching him, the water sliding down his firm muscles, his broad shoulders, the slight tent in his pants showing off his cock.

  I had done my best to cover up my blatant staring and that night as I’d laid in bed I had touched myself thinking of him, imagining that he was my first, imagined that hot, full cock filling me up. I’d never been so explicit in my desire before, and I’d never imagined anyone I actually knew. It had always been some celebrity or someone I just made up in my head and the scenarios had always been rather vague and outlandish like being captured by pirates or something.

  But this time I had imagined what it would be like if I’d only been older, an adult, someone that John could see and be attracted to, someone who could win him over. I’d come so hard, whimpering, struggling to be quiet, his name echoing in my mind.

  Now I had him. Now, I wasn’t alone in my bed but had this man crawling over me, hovering over my body, staring at me like he wanted to devour me. My dream was at last coming true.

  “Where to even start with you,” he murmured, his voice dark and rich.

  “Anywhere you want,” I promised him. I had waited too long for this to just be a quick wham bam thank you ma’am. I wanted John to take his time with me. I wanted to savor this.

  To my surprise, John moved away from me, and I almost whined with loss before he grabbed my ankles and yanked me further down the bed so that I was right on the edge. He knelt and draped my legs over his shoulders—and that was when I realized what he was doing.

  I shivered uncontrollably, feeling myself get wetter. Oh, God, yes. I wanted him to taste me, please. I wanted him so badly I couldn’t even find the words to beg him.

  John kissed slowly along my thighs, lingering, like he wanted to paint every inch of them with his mouth. Oh, God, I’d let him, I would definitely let him. If that was what he wanted… this was so much more than my fingers had been, so much more than my imagination had been. My imagination never could have conjured up the way the shadows and moonlight played on his tan skin, those muscles that were still so broad and strong five years later. I never could’ve dreamt up the musky, manly smell of him, the sharp pine scent of his cologne, or the way his eyes sparkled with desire when he looked at me.

  I held my breath as he slowly kissed his way closer and closer to my aching, slick pussy. I wanted him to touch me there so badly, and yet I never wanted this to end. I didn’t want this to be over too soon. I wanted to savor every piece of it.

  John nipped at my thigh, leaving a mark, and I shivered, a mewl escaping me. John smirked. “You’re just too delicious.”

  Fuck, he was so sexy. I felt like I was going to burst into flames from how turned on I was and how much I wanted him.

  He kissed further up, his tongue flicking out across my skin, right up until he was only inches away from where I most wanted him. I trembled all over, digging my fingers into the sheets on the bed. This was so much sexier than I could’ve ever thought up in my head. As vivid as my imagination was, it could never make up for having the real thing.

  John at last licked at my folds, t
asting how wet I was. “You’re so desperate already, baby,” he purred.

  Oh, yes, I was desperate. I’d wanted him for so long, there was no way I couldn’t be.

  He licked through my folds again, dragging the flat of his tongue along them, savoring me. “You taste so good.”

  I shivered again, and then cried out as he lapped at my clit. Fuck, yes, he was so hot like this and it felt so good to be touched like this. His broad shoulders kept my legs spread wide and his tongue was so talented, curling and pressing down flat, I felt dizzy with desire and pleasure.

  “John,” I whispered. I had thought his name so many times as I’d orgasmed alone from my fingers, and now I couldn’t stop saying his name. He was here, with me, eating me out and then, oh then, he was going to fuck me.

  “Yes,” John replied, his voice a low groan. “Keep saying my name.”

  “John, John, John,” I chanted. Oh, fuck yes. I would say his name until the end of time, I’d say whatever he wanted so long as he kept running his tongue over my clit like—just like—like that, oh, fuck.

  My hips twisted uncontrollably and I writhed, helpless in his hands and beneath his mouth. He was relentless, determined. I had no doubt that he was doing everything to make me come, and it was working. I could feel my orgasm building in the base of my spine, stronger and stronger, like a tidal wave that I couldn’t escape.

  Not that I wanted to escape. Not in the slightest. On the contrary, I wanted to run to meet it. I wanted to take everything that John would give me.

  John continued to tease me, licking into me over and over, is fingers brushing up against my entrance as a reminder of what we would soon be doing, how he would be entering me and claiming me. I hadn’t been with anyone else and I didn’t intend to be. I wanted John to give this experience to me, to fill me for the first time.

  “Yes,” I chanted, both in pleasure and in anticipation of what was to come. “Yes, John, yes, yes!”

  My orgasm shuddered through me and it felt like the whole room had been shaken by an earthquake as I moaned my release. I had never come so hard before. It felt so fucking good.

  John continued to lick at me, even as I twitched with oversensitivity. The pleasure felt like it was unending.

  “If you thought that was good,” John teased, “just you wait.”

  Oh, I was definitely in for the best night of my life.

  1

  John

  One month before everything… happened, I found myself once again sitting across the breakfast table from my daughter and wondering where I’d gone wrong.

  Being a single parent wouldn’t be easy, everyone had advised me when I’d started this journey. But what else was I going to do? Give Angelica up? Have someone else raise her? She was my child, and my only remaining connection to her mother.

  Laura, my wife, had died in childbirth twelve years ago now. It had been sudden, but the doctors had warned us such a thing could happen when a woman’s first pregnancy came later in life. But we’d thought everything would be fine—how could it not be? Laura had been thirty-four and I’d been thirty-six. That was still so young, at least to us. Far too young to die.

  God, how we’d been so wrong.

  Angelica and I had always been close growing up. I’d made a point to make sure that business would never get in the way of my being a father. I had to do the work of two people and I wasn’t going to slack off in any way. I would never let Angelica feel like she’d gotten the short end of the stick.

  But the last year or so she’d been… distant. She’d started getting more and more into social media, pulling away, not wanting to talk to me about stuff. I could see that she was growing up. She’d sprung up several inches, and I was worried about when she’d get her period. I tried to talk to her about these things, but God knew I was clumsy, and Angelica didn’t seem interested.

  I didn’t know how to bridge the gap that had opened up between us. Part of it was being a teenager, I was sure (or, well, almost a teenager). The other part of it might have been that she was a girl, and I was a man. There were things that I just couldn’t relate to.

  It frustrated and saddened me, to be honest. I just wish I knew what to do about it.

  Maybe I could ask my friend Penny to help? She was an older woman, only three years younger than I was—I was surprised that she’d never married and had kids of her own, but she had always been a good friend to me. I could ask her for help with Angelica. I was sure she’d be happy to talk to her.

  “Do you want me to drive you to school?” I asked as I got up from the breakfast table.

  Angelica rolled her eyes. “I want to ride the school bus.”

  I bit my tongue. We lived in a gated community and could afford a private driver, which was how most of the kids in this neighborhood got to school. But there was a school bus that dropped kids off at the various schools in the area, including Angelica’s public school, and I always tried to give her as unpretentious of a life as possible. I hadn’t grown up with money, and I liked to think that I’d kept myself humble. I didn’t want Angelica to grow up spoiled just because my start-up had been successful.

  But it wasn’t that she wanted to go to school on the bus. It was that she didn’t want me to take her. But I had raised her to be a normal kid and want a normal kid experience so… I couldn’t go back on that now. I couldn’t make myself look like a hypocrite.

  “Are you sure?” I asked. “You used to love it when I drove you to school.”

  Angelica glared at her phone. “I want to hang out with my friends before class.”

  I held in my sigh. “Of course, then, sweetheart, you can take the bus.”

  Angelica didn’t even say thanks—she just hopped off her chair and grabbed her stuff.

  I washed my stuff in the sink and tried not to feel too sad. Fuck. This was bound to happen at some point, I’d always known it. Kids grew up and grew away from their parents. It was just how it worked. Garrett had been warning me about this for years as his own daughter Izzi grew up.

  But despite knowing it would happen, that didn’t mean I was ready for it or enjoying it.

  Angelica occupied my thoughts all the way to Garrett’s office. We’d been best friends for decades and had created our successful start-up together, GoodGreene. It was not only a good company name but a combination of our names.

  I handled the day-to-day business, while Garrett was more of the people-person out of the two of us. He’d always been better with people than I was, charming and friendly. I was a bit more withdrawn, a loner. It was why nobody had bat an eye when I hadn’t married or even dated anyone after Laura’s death. I was perfectly happy to let Garrett handle our PR issues.

  That included hiring people, so I wasn’t surprised when I walked in to find Garrett interviewing a young woman for a possible position.

  A stunning woman. Holy fuck.

  She was younger than I was, a good twenty years younger, and looked to be just out of college. She had long, dark blonde hair and snapping blue eyes. Her curves and her breasts were… holy shit. I could feel my throat going dry. I hadn’t been this attracted to a woman in years. I’d been so busy being a father that I’d kind of forgotten that, oh yeah, I was also a man.

  This woman was definitely reminding me. Especially in her tight pencil skirt. Jesus Christ.

  However, this didn’t seem to be going like a normal job interview. Garrett wasn’t asking the woman questions about her past experience or anything. On the contrary he seemed to be arguing with her.

  Both of them stopped as I entered the office. “Uh.” I smiled, worried that I had just interrupted something awkward. “I haven’t interrupted anything, have I?”

  Garrett looked a little frustrated, but it seemed to be at the young woman, not me. He smiled at me and relaxed a little as he realized who I was. “No, no, not at all.”

  The young woman perked right up. “John! Hi!”

  I blinked. That voice was familiar. And now that I looked at
her more closely, her face was familiar too. It took me a moment to place it—but then I felt like an idiot.

  And a fucking asshole for admiring her body so much.

  She was Isadora. Garrett’s daughter.

  Oh shit.

  I hadn’t seen Izzi, as we all called her, since she’d gone off to college. In fact, I was pretty sure the last time had been her high school graduation party. Izzi had always been a friendly, personable kid, a great kid. Angelica adored her like an older sister and Izzi had adored Angelica right back. You’d think that an older kid would be annoyed by some younger child trotting after them all the time but Izzi just happily included Angelica on everything. It had always warmed my heart.

  But in the four years since I’d last seen her, Izzi had grown up. The last of her baby fat had fallen away, her curves had come out, and even her clothing and hair were styled in a more adult, sophisticated manner. Fuck, even as someone who’d known her for years, I hadn’t recognized her until she’d said my name.

  No random woman would be calling me by my first name in a job interview, and there was only one person around Izzi’s age that I would be on such friendly terms with.

  Holy shit. Izzi. All grown up and a stunning woman. I didn’t know what the fuck to do with myself. Especially since if he had any idea I thought his daughter was hot, Garrett would kill me instantly.