Golfing With Daddy's Best Friend Page 3

  When the floor bell dings, I scoop her up and carry her out onto the executive floor, making her squeal with delight.

  I kick the door of my suite open and drop her onto the bed as gently as my self-control allows me.

  She lies down, biting her lips as she waits for my next move, her eyes shimmer with excitement. I push her skirt up to her waist and tug at the waistband of her panties, and she asks breathlessly, “Aren’t you going to close the door first?”

  Damn. I’ve forgotten that, although I might be the only guest on the floor, I don’t want any accidental intruders.

  I close the door quickly, and when I come back, Mira is shimmying out of her skirt. I get hold of it and pull it off her, eyeing her cute little pink cotton panties all the while. I can already smell her wetness, without seeing the strip of drenched fabric between her thighs.

  As soon as I yank her skirt onto the floor, I hold her legs and put her down toward the edge of the bed.

  I bend in front of her spread legs, run my tongue over her pink, wet panties, and bite her through the fabric, just to hear her gasp.

  And then, I lift her hips with my hands, and drag down her panties with my teeth. I watch Mira’s innocent eyes turn to a darker shade. Good, I’m about to tarnish her innocence. The thought thrills me, and my cock pulses violently in my pants.

  I fall on my knees at the sight of her glistening, virgin pussy. Holy fuck! This is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen in my forty years’ of life. I’ve been with plenty of women, but I’ve never wanted to taste anyone so badly.

  It’s so fresh, young, coating with pure, creamy dews. It’s innocent and enticing at the same time. I worship it with my eyes a moment longer, feeling Mira’s eyes begging me to taste her.

  “What’s wrong?” Mira asks me shyly, closing her legs a bit. “You don’t… like it?”

  “Hell, no! sweetheart. You’re so beautiful! I want to just look at it a moment longer.”

  She smiles and slowly spreads her legs open again. “I’m glad,” she murmurs.

  She’s so eager to please me. The thought makes me dizzy. “Sweetheart, has anyone touched you down there?”

  She shakes her head in a hurry. “No! I mean, only myself.”

  Thank God. Wait. What? “What do you mean? You’ve… touched yourself?” I can’t believe it. She’s still a little girl. Well, maybe she isn’t anymore.

  She nods, again biting her lips.

  “Why would you do that?” I ask, still refusing to face the truth.

  Her cheeks turn a dark shade of pink, looking even more lovely. “I don’t know. I just… feel horny sometimes.”

  Horny Mira touching herself. Fuck! The fact turns me on even more. I would give anything to witness it. “How do you do it? Show me!” I blurt out without a second thought.

  Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t move.

  “Touch yourself for me, sweetheart. I want to see it, very much.”

  She smiles shyly as she does what I ask. Her delicate, long middle finger lands on top of her wet folds, and slowly strokes over them, from top to bottom, and back again…

  “Fuck me!” I grunt. My cock is pressing painfully against my zipper, and my balls are threatening to explode.

  I really should tell her to stop so I wouldn’t come in my pants, but I don’t. I’m paralyzed by the erotic sight of my Mira caressing her maiden pussy.

  “Do you do it a lot?” I ask after swallowing some saliva.

  “Yes.” She nods. And then her voice turns husky, “But I only do it… when I miss you.”

  It takes me a second to register the meaning of her words. “You mean, you think about me when you touch yourself?”

  “Yes, Ryan, and only you,” she says, her voice raspy and her eyes dreamy. Her finger lingers on top of her clit, rubbing circles.

  She moans as she finds her breasts with her other hand, pinching her nipple over her cami. “I would imagine you touching me, you know? Sometimes I would put my finger into my pussy and imagine it was your cock. And I would cry out your name when I came.”

  Fuck. I can’t wait any longer.

  I grab her wrist and move her hand away from her crotch. I lean forward toward her hot virgin fountain and kiss her wet petals gently.

  She moans like a kitten in heat, and the sound urges me to consume her. I lap up her nectar with greed, stroking her flower petals with my tongue. She moans louder, “Oh Ryan! Please make me come!”

  I swirl my tongue on her swollen nub, over and over, faster and faster. Mira squirms as she grasps my hair with both hands, pulling it so hard that I groan. But I don’t stop what I’m doing. I cup her breast and stroke her nipple, hearing her moan turning more desperate. She thrashes her leg, nearly knocking me onto the floor. I hold it and press it firmly onto the mattress as she screams her orgasm.

  A gush of warm juice spurts onto my chin. I wipe it with my hand and lick my fingers, savoring the spoil of her pleasure for the second time of the day.

  Although I can’t wait to fuck her, I ask her again, “Are you sure you want me to pop your cherry, Mira?”

  “Yes, I want to be yours, Ryan. Claim me!”

  “You know what it means, right? Once my cock is inside you, you’ll be a woman, my woman, forever. There’s no going back.”

  “I want to be your woman—forever!” Her eyes gleam with desire.

  “And you can’t have anyone else.”

  “I don’t want anyone else!”

  I’m so driven by possessiveness I can hardly breathe. “I’ll fuck you every day and night, and fill you with my seed!”

  “Your seed?” she squeals. “Yes! I would love to have that! I want your babies, and I want lots of them! Breed me, please!”

  Holly fuck. I swallow. Lots of babies. How am I going to say no to that?

  “You got it, baby. I’ll give it to you now!” I went back to the bed while yanking off my shirt.

  Chapter 9

  Mira

  As soon as Ryan takes off his shirt, my eyes glue to his naked torso. God! He’s so beautiful! I knew he was athletic, but didn’t expect the six-pack and the V-cut abs. The sight makes me drool.

  “Do you like what you see, sweetheart?” he asks as he unbuckles his belt.

  I nod, waiting breathlessly to see his hidden, hard wood. It has to be long and thick. It must not disappoint!

  He teases me by his deliberately slow motion, unbuttoning and unzipping. When his pants finally drop to his knees, I get distracted by the sight of his beautiful, firm thighs. Wow, he’s hard all the way down. My eyes move back to his center, where the hardest of his muscles is located. He tugs at his waistband, again teasing me.

  “Please, Ryan!” I whimper. “I want to see it!”

  He chuckles. “What do you want to see, Mira?”

  “Your cock. Your thick, hard cock!”

  He peels his boxers down inch by inch, watching me as I watch him. I gasp when it’s completely revealed to me. I’ve seen pictures of cocks online, but this is unbelievable. It’s longer, thicker, and gigantic. I wonder why it didn’t poke out of his pants. My pussy clenches excitedly, wanting to meet this monster playmate.

  “How do you like it?” Ryan asks as he slaps his cock proudly.

  “I love it. I want it inside me,” I say, swallowing my saliva.

  He doesn’t move toward me, and instead, he strokes his cock with his right hand, as if to tempt me.

  I moan out my complaint. “Please, Ryan. I want it now!”

  He grunts. “Say it again, sweetheart. Tell me you want me to fuck you!”

  “Please, Ryan. Fuck me, now!”

  With one swift movement, he’s on top of me.

  He kisses me, a hungry and consuming kiss. And then he pulls away and puts his cock at my entrance, aligning its head with me before easing it in.

  “Holy fuck,” he groans as he pushes it in. “You’re so fucking tight, Mira. This is unbelievable.”

  “Mmm!” I moan at the new sensation. The full
ness and the prickly feeling of pain and pleasure are almost overwhelming. I flinch.

  Ryan grabs my ass firmly and pulls me back. He says in a coarse voice, “Oh, no. You are not backing out, sweetheart. It’s too late to change your mind!”

  “I’m not backing out,” I say, panting. “I’m just… it’s so big… I’m afraid I can’t…”

  He chuckles. “You’ll be fine, trust me.”

  He thrusts an inch deeper.

  My muscles are still clenching, resisting his huge hardware, but Ryan rubs my clit and coaxes me to relax. “Baby, open it up for me. You want my cock in your pussy, don’t you?”

  “Yes, I do,” I say, aroused once again by his words and his touch. I take a deep breath and spread my legs wider.

  “Good girl,” he mumbles. And then, without warning, he plunges through my virgin barrier. A piercing pain shoots through my walls, and I scream.

  Ryan stills immediately. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I don’t mean to hurt you. I couldn’t help. You feel too good. Are you okay? Should I stop?”

  “No! Please!” I cry. “I love it. I need it. Ryan. Keep fucking me please!”

  He hesitates for a moment and thrusts again, slowly and gently stretching my virgin walls. I squirm beneath him, engrossed in the blissful sensation of my pussy wrapping his cock, of me being his woman.

  Tears run down my cheeks even though I’m also smiling. I still can’t believe this is happening. I’ve dreamed about it for so long. Every time when I saw Ryan with a woman, I wanted to be her. Now, I’m her. Ryan’s woman.

  He isn’t all the way in yet, and he isn’t in a hurry to do so. Instead, he picks up his speed as his cock rubs against my very sensitive spot. It must be my G-spot. I knew it existed but never found it when I pleasured myself.

  I’m glad I saved my first time for Ryan. I’m glad he’s the person who plows my virgin land, because oh God! He’s such a pro—so experienced and so skillful. He pleasures me with a variety of strokes, and he hits the right spot over and over intoxicating me with doses after doses of oxytocin and drowning me with euphoria. My body tenses again, and I’m soon on my way to the precipice of another orgasm.

  “Oh, Ryan.” I let out a desperate moan. “Faster, please! I wanna come.”

  Ryan groans. “Jesus. You’re so fast, baby!” He slows his pace, teasing me again.

  I pout. “Don’t stop!”

  He pulls out his cock completely as if to punish me. “Patience, sweetheart. The longer you wait, the better you feel when it comes.”

  “I don’t want patience. I want your cock,” I say, staring at his big, fat cock, now glistening with my pussy juice.

  Without hesitation, I sit up and sink my mouth on it.

  “Fuck,” he curses. “What’re you doing, baby?”

  He grasps my shoulders and tries to push me away, but I hold the bottom of his cock with both hands, and bob my head up and down, enjoying my first blow job.

  I close my lips tightly around him and suck his crown hard. I scrape his shaft with my teeth and hear him yelp. I have the urge to swallow his cock.

  He stops resisting and growl. “Holy fucking hell, Mira, who taught you this?”

  I don’t speak. I let his cock slide even deeper into my throat, resisting the urge to gag. His cock throbs in my mouth, and he pushes me again. “Sweetheart, I don’t want to come in your mouth. You want my seed in your womb, don’t you?”

  That’s true. Reluctantly, I let his cock out of my mouth.

  He slides his thick, wet cock back into my pussy, all the way to the end.

  I moan loudly like a crazy woman. As much as I enjoy sucking his cock, I would rather have it in my pussy.

  After a few deep but slow thrusts, he pulls half way out again, and then suddenly plunges fast and deep, breaking into my walls over and over. I raise my hips high, matching him stroke for stroke. And then his body stiffens, as I feel the throbbing of his cock, followed by a splash of warm wetness flooding deep into me.

  My pussy clenches, wanting more from him, and Ryan growls like a fierce, wild animal, before he collapses on top of me.

  Chapter 10

  Ryan

  I cuddle Mira in my arms, and we lie quietly. My heartbeat returns to normal, and the sound of Mira’s breathing also becomes even.

  I look at her silently, her eyes are closed, but her long lashes twitches from time to time. Her lips are still pouting as if begging to be kissed. Her pearly nipples touch my chest every time she inhales. Her leg rests between mine and I can still feel her damp inner thigh. Her youthful body is still throbbing with energy even though she’s resting.

  Thinking she needs some rest, I keep my hands still, even though I’m dying to have her again. My wood refuses to rest and I don’t blame it. The thought that I’ve just made her mine fills me with pride and lust. I want to make sure she’s mine forever. I have to fill her with more seed.

  As if she heard my thoughts, Mira’s eyes flutter open, and she smiles. “What’re you doing?”

  “I’m looking at you, sweetheart.”

  “That’s it?” she says. Her thigh casually moves, and her knee bumps against my balls.

  “Ouch!” I groan.

  “Oops, I’m sorry!” she reaches a hand to touch me and then she gasps. “Oh my God, Ryan. You’re still hard!”

  I chuckle. “Of course I am, Mira. I’m lying with a very sexy woman in my arms, and I’ve wanted her for a long time!”

  Her eyes widen and she bites her lower lip. “Does it mean you want to fuck me again?”

  “Yes,” I say. “Now turn around.”

  She turns obediently. Her perfect, round ass presses against my thighs. I squeeze her cheek before slipping my hand between her thighs and reaching for her slit. It’s still wet. I hold my cock in my hand and push it into her warm pussy, all the way to the end.

  She moans. “Oh! I like this position. It’s so much more intense.”

  “Good,” I say with a groan. “So you want intense, baby?”

  “Yes, I do.”

  I pull out my cock and plunge into her again, making sure she feels the intensity.

  She moans even louder. “Ooh! Do it again!”

  I do as she says, ramming my dick into her again and again, grasping her tit tightly as I go.

  “I want you deeper, Ryan!”

  Holy fuck. My little girl isn’t easy to please.

  I pull out my dick completely and say to her. “Kneel on all fours, baby. I’ll give it to you deep.”

  She doesn’t hesitate and flips right away, her ass waving at me and her lovely rear hole pointing to the ceiling. “Is this the doggy style?”

  “Yes, sweetheart.” I hold her hands and raise both them to grasp the headboard. “You’re gonna wanna hold on to this.”

  She giggles. Her body beautifully arched, her round ass and her firm tits look so much bigger than they were earlier, teasing my animal desire.

  I cup both her tits and knead them, and then I slap her cheeks and make her whimper. I dip my finger in her wet gash and play with her folds for a moment, making her squirm with need.

  “More, Ryan. I want more!”

  I slide my finger up and linger next to her pucker hole. It’s so lovely I can’t help rubbing it.

  “Mmm,” she coos. “Are you going to claim that one, too?”

  I thrust my finger into it, and she flinches. “Ouch!”

  I withdraw my finger right away. “I will claim this one too, baby, but not today.”

  Today, my goal is to fill her womb.

  With a single thrust, my cock enters her all the way to the end, nearly pushing her to the headboard.

  But she pushes back right away, her ass cheeks pressing firmly against my balls. “Fuck, Mira!” I groan. “It wouldn’t take me long to come.”

  “Good,” she says. “I want you to come, Ryan. Come for me and come again and again!”

  I lose control at that. Holding her ass tight, I ram into her again and again, faster and faster.


  “How do you like it, baby?” I ask. “Is it intense enough for you?”

  “Yes, Ryan. I love it. Keep at it. Don’t stop!”

  I wouldn’t stop even if the hotel were on fire. I thrust my hips back and forth, my dick in and out of her wet, no-longer virgin pussy and my own paradise. Mira’s walls are as possessive as my dick, they clamp tightly against me and driving me into another explosive orgasm.

  Epilogue

  Ryan

  Four years later…

  “Daddy, I want to play!” My three-year-old son Jimmy hugs my knee as I’m about to hit the ball with my putter.

  “Stay away, sweet pea,” I say. “You’ll get hurt.”

  “No, I want to play!”

  I look around to find my wife, wondering why she lets the boy loose. There she is, chasing our two-year-old twins. The sight of her smiling face melts me in an instant and her swollen belly fills me with pride.

  I hesitate sending the boy back to his mom. She’s gotten a handful already.

  The nanny isn’t available today, which is why the kids are with us.

  John, Jimmy’s grand-daddy and my best friend, chuckles. “Let him try it. It’s about time.”

  “He’s too young,” I say, while letting the boy hug the club.

  “No, he isn’t. Tiger Woods started when he was two,” John says with a laugh.

  It took my best friend a while to get over the fact that I claimed his daughter. He wouldn’t see me or speak to me for almost a year after I told him about me and Mira. He didn’t even attend our wedding.

  But after the birth of Jimmy, he forgave me. And now we are as good as before. We play golf together whenever we visit each other, which happens about once a month.

  Mira is in her junior year of college, majoring in English as she planned. Although me and the kids always come first, she’s doing well in school. Recently she wrote another poem about me:

  My husband Ryan, he’s hot as a Titan, he kisses like a dragon, and fucks like a lion!