9. Ford

nine

ford

Leaving my baby girl at her door after she locked up was one of the hardest things I had ever done. I had no idea how I managed to tear myself off her front porch and drag my ass home, but I did. Now I was in my living room, watching out the window from a darkened corner while replaying the night in my head.

Her soft daddys bounced through my mind on constant repeat while her soft sighs and her sweet taste were still in my mouth.

Fuck. My eyes shut for a moment as I leaned back in the recliner I was sitting in. Watching her play with herself had not been on my bingo card, but fuck me, it was the sexiest thing I'd ever witnessed.

No. Watching her come on my lap was.

Fuck. I was torn.

I had a feeling anything and everything Lita did would be on ever-growing list of erotic sights for me. The panties she left in my truck sat on my lap, and I stroked the gusset with my fingers. Jesus, I was like an animal. An animal that was feral for the girl next door. A girl who thought I was a good guy, who had the wrong impression about me and had no idea just how obsessed I was about her and only her.

No one existed from my past.

Not anymore.

The only one who took residence in my past, present, and fucking future was her. Lita. My Lita. She kissed me. All but begged for it and had sealed her fate. I had to come clean about who I was and where I actually lived.

You can't tell her about how you found her. I frowned. No, she wouldn't understand. She wouldn't get how coming across a reel of hers had been the catalyst to meeting her. There was no way she could be okay with the fact I had been following her like some kind of stalker, learning her routine and literally moving my ass across the street to meet her.

"Would you like to come in?" Her soft words drifted through my head, and I licked my lips. Turning her down cost me. My dick throbbed as I tried to ignore it. I wanted the next load I shot to be into her tight heat. Then why the fuck didn't we go in? the voice inside my head shouted. I shook my head. Turning her down had been tough, but I wasn't that man. Not for her. For Lita, I was going to be the man who, no matter what, always did what was best for her over anything else.

Including my own satisfaction.

She hadn't liked that.

My lips pulled upward as I thought about the adorable way she had pouted while she held that new plushie in her hands. Telling me what a mean daddy I was. I'd pulled her in close, making sure she could feel how hard she made me. I warned her about calling me that. The next time she did, there would be repercussions.

Though, I had a feeling my words fell on deaf ears.

Or as a challenge to my sweet, innocent little brat.

It was obvious Lita felt comfortable around me with every minute we shared. She showed me every side of herself. I loved how she gave me sweet one minute and sassy the next.

My hand dropped to my dick and I squeezed it. Who the hell was I kidding? I knew no matter how much I tried, I wasn't going to be able to sleep without getting off.

I tore my shirt off and pulled my dick out of my shorts. I needed relief. I breathed in deep, and if I concentrated enough, I could swear I could almost smell her sweet scent. The thought made a bead of fluid form at the fat tip of my cock. Right before I reached for my dick, my phone pinged.

Lita: Thanks again for today. My girl was so fucking sweet.

I looked out the windows and watched her walking around her living room. My sweetness had no sense of self preservation. Sheer curtains that were pulled open along with her windows, she was a sight to watch. My very little private show. One she had no idea she realized she was giving .

Instead of texting her back, I called her. She answered after one ring.

"Hi." Relief and heat rushed through me from the small little two-letter word.

"Hey, baby," my voice rumbled. "Why are you still up?" My free hand clenched her panties.

"I couldn't sleep," she whispered. She stood by her recliner, and her fingers stroked the soft velvet material that covered the chair.

"Hmm… why's that, honey?" I had a feeling I knew.

"I… I'm…" Her voice dropped. "I'm achy, Daddy," she whispered. My hand wrapped around my cock.

I could imagine her in front of me. On her knees with that cute little pj set she was wearing, looking up at me with those big innocent eyes of hers.

"Achy, huh?" My grip tightened, and another bead pooled at the tip. One I used my thumb to pinch off and cover my shaft with to use as lube.

"Hmm," she confirmed. She moved around the chair and sat down on the recliner. She couldn't have chosen a better spot for me to watch her from. Not when it faced my house to give me the best view of a show I was pretty sure she was about to give me. "Very achy."

"Where do you ache, angel?" I wasn't going to beat around the bush. I needed to hear and watch her come again. After watching it in the truck, I knew I was going to be like a junkie for the sight.

"Between my legs." She shuddered, and I couldn't help the way I stroked myself. Nice and slow.

In my head, she'd be at my feet doing this for me. Her hands would be so much smaller and smoother than mine. Softer. Everything about Lita was soft.

"Like it did in the truck?" I asked, and she whimpered. "You know what to do for me. Is this what you wanted, baby girl? You wanted daddy to walk you through a little phone sex?" From where I watched, I could see her little hand slip inside her sleep shorts, and I wondered if she was wearing anything underneath.

"No… yes… I?—"

"Shh," I soothed. "It's okay. Tell me something. Are you wet?" I knew she was already touching her pussy.

"Soaked," she confirmed. A deep rumble bubbled through my chest.

"Good girl," I praised. "Finger that pretty little cunt for me."

"Oh god, Daddy." I brought her panties up to my nose and breathed in the fresh bouquet of her feminine scent. My hand tightened around the base of my dick before I started to move it a little faster, rougher. Trying to match the speed of her own hand. We were both pent up tight and really fucking horny. So much, I knew we'd come all too quickly.

"Add another finger, Lita."

"But—"

"Be my good girl."

"Shit," she hissed, and I knew she had done it.

"Watch that pretty mouth of yours. We gotta stretch that tight little pussy if daddy's going to fit in there. I'm not a small man, baby."

"Daddy," she mewled. I grunted.

"Fuck, you sound so good."

"I'm… oh god." She was writhing on the seat, her hair wild and wavy while her head pressed into the back of the chair. Her feet settled on the edge of the seat as she fingered herself for me. The sight of her was fucking filthy and sexy. "If I were there, I'd be on my knees in front of you, eating you, devouring you until you're on the edge, and then I'd pull back."

"Why, Daddy?"

"Because I'd edge you. Punish you so good only to make you come harder than you ever have."

"Fuck."

"I'd spank your sweet ass red for cursing, too," I growled.

"Fuck, Daddy, I'm, oh god—" Her voice cracked.

"Are you going to come?" I growled.

"I want… I want to hear you," she whimpered.

"You have no idea how close I am, Lita. Jesus, you have me ready to nut."

"Please, please, please," she begged almost incoherently. I started to feel the heat and tingling at the base of my spine. My balls drew up tight, and I when I watched her as she thrashed against that fucking chair, coming so hard I was almost sure her sleep shorts were left soaked, I came with a deep growl .

"Fuck," I cursed. My eyes shut so tightly I could almost make out white stars.

"Wow, I—" She panted heavily, and I wished I were in her living room. "Wow." She giggled as she melted into the chair, her head still on the headrest. "That was so good."

"You have no idea."

"Hmm," she sighed with happiness that reflected in my chest.

I watched her from the darkness of my living room. She settled into that chair, pulling a throw blanket over herself. We spoke in hushed tones even though we were both home alone. Before I knew it, she fell asleep while still holding the phone next to her ear.

Watching her rest so easily, so trustingly, still on the phone with me made me hard all over again. She looked so good. Sweet and tempting.

I had no idea how she had done it. How Lita had not only bewitched me but my body.

I hadn't recovered and become hard all over again so quickly since my early twenties. And while she slept, I played with myself to the sight of her while she still had me on the phone with her. And fell asleep in my spot on my own chair as I looked out at her house, with her panties on my chest and my come drying on my belly.