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Pleasuring my dad's best friend

"Come for daddy, little Ellie." Those words from my dad's best friend, were my undoing. I lusted over this man for years and he never noticed me. To him, I was just the naive, annoying daughter of his best friend. I devised a perfect plan to get him to fuck me. Not long, the truth was revealed. Would it be the end of the fire between us? And what happens when my dad and the rest of the world finds out about us?
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Chapter 2

SCOTT'S POV

Finally, I was done with work. I can now attend the party-my birthday party. I arrived in Houston yesterday for work. My company is based mainly in London, there's an extension in Houston. Though I travel often to balance work in both locations, I haven't been here in a very long time. My friends and employees hosted a birthday party, well, also a welcome back party; not that I care for these things.

"Mr. Blackwell, the Evanston's are requesting an urgent meeting with you-"

"Not today." I headed out. My assistant knows exactly what to do, I don't have to spell out the words.

I headed straight to my penthouse, showered and got dressed. There will be important people in attendance, business partners, family and few friends. Speaking of friends, Jack Garcia, my buddy, I haven't seen him in a long time and his daughter Eliza...Last time I saw her, she was all grown up, pretty little girl-naughty.

I got into my SUV and was off to the location. My phone rang, it was Jack. Speak of the devil and he calls. "What's up, man?" I got here directly from a meeting, man, I've been at your party for like ten minutes, still no glimpse of you. Don't tell me you're not here yet."

"Sorry bud, I'm on my way."

"Let me guess, you were too busy with a female you forgot your own party?"

"Really Jack? I'll be there in five minutes." I smiled at his guess. I must admit, I miss those days when pleasure came first, lived wild and carefree but now, work first. I still don't care for love but I care about everything that earns me money. Doesn't mean I no longer fuck, I could never stop fucking.

Wealth comes with benefits, lots and lots of benefits, willing pussies, more than I could ever fuck. But I do have standards, not all willing pussies are fucked. After all this stress, a willing woman in my bed will be nice.

I got to the venue and headed inside, scanning the room with my eyes, I sort out my friend.

"Scott!"

"Jack!" We hugged, tapping each other on the back like bros do.

"It's so good to see you again, Scott. It's been ages."

"Yeah it is. How are you, your sister...your little girl."

Jack laughed hard. "we're all fine, man. Don't let that young lady hear you call her that. She snaps at me whenever I call her little. Truth is, she's not little anymore, my little girl how's grown into a young lady."

"Fierce like her father, I see. So, where is she?"

"I got a message from my sister that Eliana would not be able to attend."

"Why? School work?"

"No, stomach issues. Sandra would leave in an hour to ensure Eli is alright."

"Say hello to her for me. I'll be visiting this weekend though."

"Sure. I'll be expecting you."

I turned to get a glass from a server and I caught a glimpse of a woman, why was she wearing a mask? "Damn! Who's that hot chick, Jack?"

"I don't know, she's wearing a mask as you can see."

"I see, and I see more than a mask." She's so hot, perfect looking boobs exposed by the dress that pushed them up, lovely hips, thick thighs, I could already picture myself between those thighs. Maybe it's because I haven't had sex all week, my legs moved on their own.

"Where the hell are you going, man whore?" I can't deny how funny that sounded.

"To get myself something really nice." When I turned, I saw my silly nephew- cousin's son, talking to her. Honestly, he was way too good at the playboy thing, but I wasn't about to let him have this one, she's mine for the night.

"I believe the lady is not interested in whatever you" Not giving him a second glance, I led the lady away from him. Her scent... so divine. She seemed a bit reserved. I like that, such women are usually wild and uninhibited in bed. I love a crazy bitch in bed.

"Have we met before?"

"Yes."

"Where?" I asked curiously. Was she one of the women I had a thing with in the past?

"At an auction. My family is not in attendance tonight, I'm here on their behalf."

I somehow managed to get her to join me in the VIP room. She refused to tell me her name or take off her mask.

The idea of fucking a woman on a mask was exciting. "How old are you?" There was a brief pause before she responded.

"I'm twenty two." Twenty two? I'm like twenty years her senior...Why do I care? She wants this too right?

"Undress." I ordered her. The minute her boobs were exposed, I moved over to feel them in my hands. They were so soft, perfect for grabbing. She wore no panties underneath her dress. My cock hardened even more. I kissed her hard, wet and hot. Slipping my fingers into her cunt, I murmured, "you're so wet baby, so tight."

I lifted her onto the bed, took off my clothes and joined her, letting her feel some of my body weight. "I'm going to fuck you so good."

"Yes! I want that please..."

"Say yes daddy." I ordered her. A second ago, I was considering ending this but now, I think a little adventure with a young woman would be exciting after all. 'Daddy...'

"Yes, Daddy! I want you to fuck me real good." The way she called me daddy and how she stated what she wanted, made my dick throb. She moved her hips, making my dick and her pussy touch. Maybe it's because I haven't fucked in a while but that felt so good, I shivered with pleasure.

I slid a finger into her, then another, pumping in a fast pace as I circled her clit with my thumb and suckled her nipple and groped the other boob as she moaned crazily. I can't wait, she's wet as hell, she's ready.

I quickly positioned myself between her legs and thrust into her in one hard thrust. She let out a scream, not one of pleasure but one of pain. That scream... Could it be that she was a virgin? No way, in this day and age, virgin at twenty two? Certainly not.

Maybe I was too rough. She felt so tight, she probably hadn't had sex in a long time.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, no, daddy." she said as she caressed my body with her fingers.

"Fuck me, please Daddy, please." she whispered as she moved her hips, taking my dick deeper into her cunt. She didn't have to ask because I have every intention of fucking this sweet little pussy.

"You're so fucking tight. I'm gonna fuck this perfect little pussy all night." I trailed kisses from her neck down to her chest, those perfect plum boobs, kissing, suckling and squeezing while she moaned. I pulled away from her but are bodies were still connected while I fucked her, kneeling upright. Pounding faster and harder. I massaged her clit with my thumb and pussy gripped my dick real hard. It took a lot of control to stop myself from coming in that tight pussy.

Her moans grew louder and louder as my thrusts got harder and faster. I could feel her body tremble, her breathing pattern changed, I knew she was close.

"That's right, baby, come for daddy."

On demand, her body shook with an intensity as she came hard, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She let out a loud scream while lifting hips as she convulsed, causing intense pleasure to explode through me. She went limb-weak and exhausted from the intensity of her come while I kept pounding. I did not stop pounding even for a second. I held her hips in place and pounded away, who knew a young pussy felt this good?

The rush of pleasure through my veins alerted me. I was close. I began fucking without precision, each thrust more powerful than the last as I raced to reach climax. I massaged her already sensitive clit.

"Come once more for daddy." In an instant she convulsed, shaking with the intensity of her come. I joined her. Moaning and grunting my release.

Once I regained control over my body, I pulled her mask off. I wanted to see the face of the woman I had had a wonderful fuck with.

Her reaction was strange but damn she was beautiful, a little young for a twenty two year old. Those lips, those eyes-they seem familiar. I might have forgotten the time we met but those eyes, I remember.

"What do you say about being exclusively mine till I leave for London?" She raised her brow as if she was unable to comprehend what I had said. "You'll be highly compensated. I get to fuck that pussy- only me, until I leave." She still said nothing. "Name your price."

"I'll think about it." She sounded unsure. She might not accept-her loss-mine too. "I have to leave now."

Seriously? Did my request scare her? I don't see anything scary in fucking for a week and getting paid.

"I'll have someone drop you off."

"No! no need. I-I came with a car so..." She replied while putting her dress back on. I smiled when she winced as she sat down to put on her shoes. I got that pussy soar and properly fucked.

"Alright. Here's my card. Be in my office tomorrow at 12."

"Of course." In an instant, she was out of the room, hurrying like there was someone after her life.

I got dressed, brushed my fingers through my hair to put it in order and headed to the bed to get the girl's mask. It smelled good, just like her. I noticed a stain on the bed... blood, was I too rough after all? Why didn't she ask me to stop?

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