Chapter 4

The doorbell saves me from doing something really embarrassing like drooling or picking her up and carrying her to my bed like a fucking caveman. Opening the door, I grab my wallet from my back pocket and take out some money. When I go to hand it to him, I see the young punk staring over my shoulder at Vanessa, grinning like an idiot. It’s probably exactly how I looked two minutes ago, but it pisses me off seeing it coming from him, especially since I know exactly what he’s thinking.

I step to the side blocking his view of her. He starts to say something, but the look in my eyes wisely has him shutting his gaping mouth. I toss the money at him and grab the pizza, slamming the door in his face.

“Fucking pervert,” I mutter under my breath, bringing the pizza into the kitchen.

“I’m sorry.”

Vanessa’s soft voice has my anger immediately slipping away.

“What on earth do you have to be sorry about?”

“I didn’t mean for him to see me.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I shouldn’t have got so irritated.” I run my eyes over her body, trying to control my overwhelming need to possess and protect every inch of her. “He’s only human, after all. It’s not like he can help it.”

She gives me a small smile, wrapping her arms across her chest. “I just didn’t want you to think that I was that kind of girl.”

“What kind of girl is that?”

“The kind that walks around half naked, trying to get the attention of every man she sees.”

I walk closer to her, gripping her shoulders in my hands. “I would never think that about you. I know you’re not like that.”

She nods her head and looks up at me. “I would never walk around like this in front of anyone but you.”

I say “I’m glad” before I can stop myself.

She gives me another sweet smile, but it’s the desire in her eyes that really surprises me. I force myself to go get a couple of plates, instead of lifting her shirt up and bending her over.

“Do you mind if I wash my clothes while we eat?”

“Of course not.”

I fix our plates but when she walks by, I can’t help but look up to watch. I bite back a groan when I see her carrying her jeans and T-shirt. On top is a hot pink pair of panties and matching bra. She’s completely naked under my old sweatshirt, absolutely nothing between me and her perfect little pussy except air and my own willpower. Well, fuck.

When she comes back and we sit at the table, all I can think about is her bare pussy being flush against the chair. After she’s eaten as much as she wants and gets up to put our plates in the sink, I have the overwhelming urge to run my tongue over where she just sat. Would it taste like her? Smell like her? I don’t realize my fingers are digging into the table until her voice shakes me from my perverted musings.

“Do you want to watch something while my clothes are finishing up?” “Sure,” I say, anything to help get my mind off her pussy.

I sit on the couch, and I can’t say I’m horribly surprised when she sits down right next to me. If she were any closer, she’d be sitting in my lap. She gives me a big, innocent smile and then picks out a scary movie.

“I get scared easily,” she says, as if that explains everything. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, I don’t mind,” I say, even though my cock feels like it’s going to explode at any second.

She smiles and scoots in even closer, pressing her body up against me. The sweatshirt slides up so it’s barely covering her pussy. All I can see is a long, toned leg pressed tightly against mine. I hear screams coming from the TV, but I haven’t the faintest idea what’s going on. I don’t even know what the hell we’re watching. All I can focus on is Vanessa.

Her body stills next to mine, and then she jumps when something happens onscreen, letting out a little squeal of fright. My first instinct is to make her feel better, so without thinking, I rest my hand on her thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“Thanks,” she says in a breathy whisper.

“Don’t be scared,” I tell her. “It’s just a movie.”

She looks up at me, and she’s so damn close that it wouldn’t take much at all for me to lean down and kiss her. “I’m not scared when I’m with you.”

“I just felt you jump,” I say with a laugh.

She smiles and says, “I just wasn’t expecting that. Jump scares are different. Those don’t count.” Placing her hand on top of mine, she slides it up a bit higher on her thigh. “I feel safe with you.”

“Vanessa,” I say because clearly we’re about to cross a serious line here, and I should probably try and be the adult. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” she says, and I don’t understand how she can look so damn innocent while sliding my hand up her thigh. “I just like it when you touch me.” She leans in closer so our lips are almost touching. “Don’t you want to touch me, Dylan?”

“Fuck,” I manage to say before my lips are on hers.

So much for my amazing adult willpower. It all crumbles as soon as I run my tongue over her pouty lip. She lets out a soft whimper when I deepen our kiss, sliding my tongue into her so I can taste her better. I’m so lost in the moment and in my need for her that it takes me a second to notice she’s moving.

Without breaking our kiss, she crawls into my lap, positioning herself so she’s straddling me. I let out a deep groan when she presses her pussy against me. Unable to resist, I slide my hands up her thighs, slipping under the sweatshirt to grab onto her hips. My fingers hook around, digging into her tight little ass, and when she starts to move against me, I grab onto her tighter, holding her still.

She cups my face, pulling back enough to say, “Don’t you want this?”

“You have no idea how much I want this,” I tell her because there’s no point in lying when she can feel how hard I am right beneath her.

“Then why are you stopping me?”

“Because as much as I want this, I can’t just forget that you’re my best friend’s daughter and that I’m more than twice your age.”

She runs her tongue over my bottom lip and tries to move her hips again. “But I like that, Dylan. Don’t you even want to feel how wet I am for you?”

I groan at her words because I really, really do want to feel how wet she is for me. She grabs onto one of my hands, and I’m helpless to stop her when she starts to move me toward her pussy.

“Fuck,” I growl out when she presses me against her, and I find myself cupping her very shaved, very wet pussy.

“You see how much I want you now?” she whispers against my mouth.

She presses her fingers harder against mine, forcing one of my fingers into her, making her moan and start to move her hips. Her finger hooks around mine so we’re both fingering her, and I feel like my whole body is going to explode with how fucking good she feels. I squeeze her ass with my free hand, moving her faster against us.

Her breaths are coming in fast pants, and the little whimpering noises she’s making are pushing me close to the edge. I give her bottom lip a soft bite before sliding my tongue back into her just in time to swallow her screams as she cums hard against me. The feel of her tight pussy spasming around our fingers has me growling and kissing her harder.

I’m just about to unzip my pants and bury myself deep inside her when there’s a loud banging at my front door. We both freeze, our fingers still entwined in her pussy as her dad’s voice cuts through to us. “Hey, Dylan! Let me in!”