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Stepping into the shower, I close my eyes and see my dark-haired beauty with the lust filled blue eyes looking up at me. I can feel the softness of her lips on mine, taste the sweetness of her mouth as our tongues battled each other, feel her soft curves, yet firm body pressing up against mine as I held her in my arms.
I picture those eyes staring up at me, but this time she is on her knees, taking my cock in her mouth, as that silky tongue licks the underside of my cock, causing me to suck in a deep breath. I can feel her sucking me into the back of her throat as I place my hands on her head, guiding her to take me deeper.
“That’s it, baby, your mouth feels so good.” I groan, throwing my head back.
She pulls my cock out of her mouth, grabbing it with her hand and stroking it up and down. I look down at her with hooded eyes.
“Do you like that, daddy?” she asks, as she sucks me back in.
Fuck she called me daddy, and I like it.
“Do I make you feel good, daddy?” she asks, when she releases my cock from her mouth again.
“Yes, baby, I do, now be a good girl and open those thighs, let daddy watch you play with your wet pussy,” I tell her.
She opens her thighs and slides her hand down, sticking a finger inside her tight, wet pussy. Then she sucks me back into her mouth.
I feel the vibration of her moans through my body, and I can’t hold back anymore. I fist my hands in her hair and fuck her mouth, hitting the back of her throat while she gags, but like the good girl she is, she keeps sucking me down her throat.
“Fuck, yes, princess, that’s it, suck me like the good dirty girl you are,” I moan out, watching her continue to finger fuck her pussy.
I fuck her mouth hard, sliding down the back of her throat, watching those eyes as her tears stream down her face while she gags on my cock, and moans. Her other hand massages my balls, and I’m so lost in the feel of her I come hard, roaring her name as she sucks me to the last drop while her orgasm shatters through her.
I open my eyes, and realize it was another fantasy, but God, if it didn’t feel so real, so right. I never thought I would like the idea of someone calling me daddy, but damn hearing her say it, even in fantasy, is the most erotic thing ever.
I shake my head trying to clear the images of Samantha from my head.I must be the sickest old man in Maine. Who the hell jerks off to a young woman on her knees, calling him daddy? What the fuck is wrong with me?
I clean up and get out of the shower, upset with where my mind went, no longer feeling relaxed.
I grab the bottle of whiskey and pour myself a drink, slamming it back in one swig, then I pour myself another.
My head is completely fucked up now with thoughts and images of Samantha that I can’t get out of my head. How the hell did this happen?
It was just one kiss, a year ago, and yet my body refuses to respond to anyone else. She is all that I think about, the only one who makes my body come alive with one thought, and she’s off limits.
I finish my drink, placing the glass down by the bottle, and head to bed, hoping to get at least a few hours of sleep. Instead, I toss and turn all night, with images of blue eyes looking up at me. Finally, I can’t take it anymore. I get out of the bed, making my way to the kitchen to make some coffee, while trying to figure out in my head what I am going to do.
I get to the firehouse, completely grumpy from lack of sleep and a permanent hard on that I can't get rid of. I need to figure something out, I can’t keep going like this.
“Chief, are you okay?” Lieutenant Clark asks.
“I’m fine,” I snarl.
“Okay,” he says, backing away out the door.
“What do you want?” I ask.
“Nothing, all good, Chief.” He leaves the office and shuts the door.
I hear Jennifer say, “Told you.”
Hours later, even with no one bothering me, I have not been able to complete the stack of reports in front of me as I’ve not been able to focus. I get up and stretch, looking out my office window, and see a dark-haired female walking with a man down the sidewalk, holding hands. My stomach tightens in knots, knowing it’s been a year, and realizing Samantha could have found someone else and moved on, though the thought of someone else tasting and feeling her churns my stomach with acid.
It’s this moment I realize I need her, like I need air to breathe. Am I wrong for wanting my best friend’s daughter? Probably, but right or wrong, I need her, and nothing is going to stop me from claiming her, well, except her.
There’s a knock on my door, and a head peaks through. “Chief Yates?”
I look over and see a beauty with dark hair and blue eyes, and though they look the same, they are not the same.
