Dominic

Later that night, Naomi is resting on my chest in my bedroom. We’re watching a movie on Netflix while Hannah is fast asleep in her room.

It’s been a while since I’ve felt so content. With Naomi right on my chest, and my baby girl safe across the hallway, I feel like a fucking king.

I have this young, beautiful girl at my side who wants every single inch of me, and I want all of her too. I want to own this girl, do things to her I know she’s never experienced.

I don’t think straight when she’s around. I forget all about the fact that she’s my best friend’s daughter, and that’s really fucked up. It’s so fucking hard to stop. Once it started, it was a done deal. I was hooked, needing my next fix from her like she was a damn drug.

She’s my little secret.

I can’t forget the times Barry helped me out in the navy and even a few months ago, when Annie walked out on me. I spiraled a little, and was hardly keeping my shit together while I had Hannah, but he and his family were there for me. The one who was there for me the most though, was Naomi.

She came over one night when I was really stressed and cooked for me, took care of Hannah while I got some rest, and I’ve appreciated her even more since then.

I wasn’t used to coming home and having to do everything. I usually helped Annie when I got home from work, but taking on full responsibility of Hannah and becoming a single father wore me out.

I’m still not sure why Annie walked out. She didn’t leave a note, never showed me any signs that she wasn’t happy with me. She just left. I’m used to it now—being without her. Truthfully, I’ve never really needed her.

Naomi climbs on my lap, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I look up at her. She’s so fucking beautiful, but I see Barry in all her features. She’s a spitting image of him. It’s fucking scary sometimes.

“So, are you coming over for dinner tomorrow?” she asks. “It’s Mom’s birthday and I’m sure she’d love to see Hannah.”

“Yeah. Barry was telling me about it. I’ll be there.”

“It always sucks pretending you’re just the man I’m supposed to respect around my dad,” she laughs. She leans forward, kissing me.

I smile, flipping her onto her back, making her giggle. I lower my boxers and slide between her legs, grinding on her pussy. She’s only wearing her bra, no panties. “I told you to put your panties back on, Naomi.”

“They’re dirty.” She shrugs, like she couldn’t care less about wearing them right now.

“You never fucking listen, do you?” And it’s such a fucking turn on. Such a hardheaded little thing.

I hold her wrists, lowering my head to kiss her neck. Picking my head back up, I hold her gaze, slowly sinking my cock into her. I keep sucking her neck, ravenous for her. She smells clean and fresh and I want to dirty her right back up again.

“Oh, Dom,” she moans, tilting her hips and giving me full access

Her pussy is so wet for me, soaking the length of my cock. I hold her wrists tighter, hitting her sweet spot. Her eyes squeeze shut when I thread my fingers with hers, and push my tongue through her lips.

She tastes so damn sweet. Everywhere.

I break the kiss on purpose, looking her hard in the eyes, wanting her to realize how deep I am inside her. She moans even louder, like she’s just read my mind.

“I love the little sounds you make when I’m inside you.” She whimpers, her fingernails sinking into my hand. “I’m going to fuck you until I feel your sweet little pussy clenching around my cock, baby,” I groan. “Who owns this pussy?”

She moans in response.

“I own this pretty little pussy,” I tell her. “Me, baby, and only me. Don’t you ever give it away.”

She squeals, clenching my cock just like I want her to. It’s fucking mind-blowing.

She pulses around me, and soon, I’m groaning, and on the verge of exploding, reaching down and finishing on her flat belly. Some of it lands on her belly button piercing, looking like streaks of pearls.

My cum looks so sexy on her body.

She’s dirty with my seed and I fucking love that shit.