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  She should be protected and covered.

  I want her to be mine.

  And I don’t want anyone looking at what’s mine.

  “You’re staying here until I deal with that punk,” I say, opening the door. We both stand rooted on the porch as the door swings open. “I want you in a place where I can have my eyes on you at all times.”

  “All times?” she repeats with a raised eyebrow.

  I nod. I want to make sure that she knows what it will mean if she walks inside. She’ll be under my protection.

  And once I have her, I won’t be able to let her go.

  She walks up to me, steps up on her toes and gives me a soft kiss on the cheek.

  It unravels me.

  She smiles, licking her lips as she walks in the house like she didn’t just flip my world upside down. I grab onto the door as my knees buckle and heat surges through my veins like I just got kissed by a dragon.

  I’m so happy that I could scream. She’s finally here with me where she belongs.

  I follow her in and close the door, locking it with a click behind me.

  My eyes fall to her tight round ass as she looks around, smiling at the pictures of me in my younger days in the military. Back before I started my auto part manufacturing business and then sold it for a high seven figures.

  “Wow,” she whispers as she looks at a picture of me shirtless. I was twenty-three. Four years older than she is now. I was lean and shredded back then. I’m still muscular but it’s a bulking and solid build rather than a skinny athletic build like I was back then.

  “You were so handsome,” she says, blushing as she looks at the picture. “I mean, you still are,” she stutters. “But you were handsome back then as well.”

  All of this talk is not a good idea.

  I’m afraid where it’s going to lead.

  I have to keep it together.

  “You can stay in my room,” I say, rubbing my chin. The spare bedroom is full of storage and weightlifting equipment and I’m not about to let her sleep on the couch. “I’ll stay out here on the sofa.”

  “No,” she says, shaking her head. “I’ll take the couch.”

  She protests some more but I insist. “Come,” I say when she finally gives up. “I’ll show you.”

  I hold my breath as Candice follows me around the hallway to the master bedroom. “I’ll change the sheets for you,” I say, opening the linen closet.

  “No, that’s okay,” she quickly says.

  “It’s no trouble.”

  She pushes the door of the closet closed and looks at me with unflinching eyes. “Please don’t.”

  We stare at each other for a few tense seconds, so many things unsaid passing between our eyes.

  “Okay,” I whisper. “Whatever you prefer.”

  She looks around with a smile on her lips as she walks into my room. I lean on the doorway, feeling nervous as she takes it all in. I wonder if she likes it. I’m hoping she’ll want to stay. I’m wishing that I had painted the walls last year when I had the idea.

  Candice locks eyes on me as she sits on the end of the bed. “Comfy,” she says, dragging her sweet hand over my bedspread.

  It’s a simple act but it’s enough to get me hard.

  I look away as a groan escapes my lips.

  Seeing the girl who is as sweet as candy sitting on my bed is too much for me. I have to look away.

  “Well,” I say, grabbing the handle of the door. “Goodnight. Let me know if you need anything.”

  Her beautiful lips part as she’s about to say something but I close the door anyway. I don’t trust myself around my best friend’s little girl and it’s best to end this night for good before I do something that I regret.

  I take a deep breath as the door clicks closed and then head down the hallway with my dick throbbing.

  I’ve been so hard and I can finally get some release.

  My heart is hammering in my chest as I sit down on the couch. Her sweater is draped over the back of it and I take it in my hands, taking a deep inhale of her delicious scent.

  I have one hand holding her sweater to my nose as I pull my cock out with the other. Low groans escape my lips as I wrap my hand around my hard shaft in a firm grip and start giving it long, slow strokes as I think about her.

  Candice is not only in my house right now, but she’s also in my bed. Her naked body is sliding between my sheets at this very moment. I stroke myself harder, teetering on the edge as I imagine her hard nipples dragging across the mattress where I sleep. Her soft lips are touching my pillow. The scent of her pussy, perfuming the air.

  I fantasize about her asking to stay. She wants to be in a place where no one can take her from me. She wants to be mine forever and I’ll be free to give her anything she could possibly dream of.

  “Marry me,” she moans as I imagine sliding into her. “Put a baby in me.”

  I stroke myself faster, breathing heavy as I start to lose control. She would be in my bed every night, spread wide under me as I slide my cock deep inside her sweet young pussy where it belongs.

  The sound of a sharp intake of air rips me out of my fantasy and sends me crashing back down to reality. My eyes fly open and I jerk my head to the side.

  And there she is.

  Candice is standing there dressed in my favorite t-shirt.

  Watching.

  5

  Candice

  “Mmmm,” I moan as I slip Logan’s t-shirt over my naked body. There were clean shirts hanging in the closet but I took the one on the floor, the one that smells like him.

  It smells rugged and musky just like he does and the scent is starting to get me going. I walk around his room, looking at every detail from the beautiful watch on his dresser to the dogeared paperback copy of Lolita on his nightstand.

  I want to know everything about him. I want to know his secret thoughts and desires, mainly to see if I’m in them.

  My nipples harden against the inside of my shirt when I pick up the book and rifle through it. The page falls open on the bookmark and my heart skips a beat when I see the photo inside.

  It’s a picture of me. It’s from my dad’s wedding and I’m wearing the pink bridesmaid dress.

  Heat starts running through me from my head to my toes and I quickly sit down on the bed before I pass out. I clutch the picture in my trembling hands, staring at it in disbelief.

  So there is something there. I knew it.

  My feelings for him are too strong to not be returned. I knew the desire couldn’t just be flowing from me.

  I take a deep breath and stand up. It’s time to make a game plan on how to get Logan in here and in me for the night but I can’t concentrate. I can’t think about anything but Logan and his cock.

  Before my mind can tell me that it’s a bad idea, I’m quietly opening the door and tiptoeing down the hallway in my bare feet.

  I hear low grunts and sharp intakes of air coming from the living room. It’s the sounds of sex and my body reacts in a strong way. My pussy clenches and I swallow back a moan as I peek around the corner and see the back of Logan’s head over the top of the sofa.

  He’s touching himself and all I can think about is if he’s thinking about me.

  His grunts are low and gritty, filled with lust and desire, all the things that I’m feeling as well.

  I tiptoe through the room until I can see his huge cock from over his shoulder. He’s stroking it with long, fast strokes, looking like he’s about to cum.

  I lick my lips as I swallow hard wanting to see the thick streams of cum shoot out all over his hand. I want to see him finish himself off while he thinks of me.

  I saw how he was looking at me in the car. The way he kept glancing at my legs in my short skirt and my breasts in the low cut shirt that I was wearing.

  He’s my father’s best friend and I should have been creeped out but I wasn’t. It turned me on.

  “Oh Candy,” he whispers low under his breath. My pussy clenches in
response and now I no longer want to see him cum on his hand.

  I want to see him cum on me.

  Fuck, I want him badly.

  I bite my bottom lip as I stare at his thick cock. It’s huge. Big, hard, velvety. Mmmmm. It’s even better than I imagined.

  And I want to get a closer look.

  I hold my breath as I quietly walk around to the side of the couch, never taking my eyes off of his beautiful dick.

  He’s so caught up in the fantasy of me and him together that he doesn’t see me for about ten seconds. When he does, he jerks his head to the side and stares at me with wide eyes.

  “Shit,” he says, grabbing a blanket off of the couch and covering himself with it. It covers his cock but not the shape. It’s standing straight up under the blanket like a teepee.

  “I didn’t hear you,” he says, after clearing his throat. “I was just watching TV.”

  Both of our eyes turn to the dark TV that he definitely wasn’t watching.

  “I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed your shirt,” I say, playing with the bottom. I lift it up a few inches as I talk, giving him a flash of the bare skin of my upper thighs.

  He groans when he takes a glimpse.

  “My short skirt and tight shirt weren’t very comfortable to sleep in.”

  “It’s fine,” he says, clearly flustered. “You can have whatever you like.”

  “Whatever I like?” I ask, stepping forward. He’s looking up at me with an intensely hungry look. It feels like I’m walking toward a hungry wolf with a steak in my hands.

  His face is so serious, his body rigid as I drop to my knees in front of him. My eyes fall to the blanket that’s covering his gorgeous cock as I shift forward with the rough carpet scratching my knees.

  “Were you thinking of me?” I ask softly as I wrap my fingers around the blanket.

  His intense dark eyes are locked on mine. He doesn’t say a word. Just deep heavy breaths.

  “I heard you call my name,” I say, slowly pulling the blanket away. It slides over his cock, making him groan at the sensation until the blanket falls completely off and his beautiful dick is standing straight in the air only inches from my face.

  He doesn’t try to move or grab the blanket back to hide himself. He just stares at me with overwhelming intensity. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me before but I’m sure now.

  There’s no mistaking that look in his eyes.

  “I’ve touched myself so many times while thinking of you,” I say, sliding my palm up his muscular thigh. He shivers as I get close, my fingertips touch his balls and he gasps suddenly.

  “I haven’t let anyone else touch me there,” I say, enjoying the way that I’m making his massive chest rise and fall with such urgency. “I saved it for you. My virginity is a gift that I want you to have.”

  His breathing stops as he stares down at me with pure need. His jaw is clenched shut like he doesn’t know what to do.

  But he knows what to do.

  He’s just not doing it because he’s thinking of who my father is.

  But my dad has nothing to do with this. This is between us.

  Luckily, I know just what to do to make him forget all about my dad.

  “I’ve dreamed about your big dick for years,” I say as I slide my tingling fingertips around his thick shaft. He grunts low as I wrap my hand around him and give it a gentle squeeze.

  I’ve never done this before but I’ve watched pornos and YouTube instructional videos so that I would be ready for this moment. So that I could treat him the way he deserves to be treated.

  I want him wrapped around my little finger the way I’m wrapped around his.

  “Fuck,” he groans, dropping his head back on the couch as I slide my gripped hand up his thick velvety shaft.

  “I saved myself for you,” I say, feeling my pussy get so wet as I stroke him just like the way I dream about when I’m alone in bed at night. “I saved myself for this moment.”

  His face is twisted in pleasured agony as I touch him. His hands are frozen to his sides, gripping the couch like he’s afraid to release it.

  “We can’t.” His words come out in short desperate grunts. “You’re my best friend’s daughter.”

  “And you’re my longtime crush.”

  A silky bead of pre-cum leaks out of the tip of his cock and my pussy throbs at the delicious sight. He’s breathing so heavy, he looks so tense as he stares down at me.

  It’s time to loosen him up.

  I lower my head and squeeze his shaft as I drag my tongue over the tip of his dick. “Mmmm,” I moan, drinking up his salty sweetness. His cum tastes so good and now all I can think about is him coating the inside of my mouth with it. I want to feel the warm jets of cum hit my tongue and slide down my throat where I can keep a piece of him in me forever.

  “Stop,” he groans, as I take him further in my mouth. “We shouldn’t.”

  But his words aren’t matching his movements. His hands are off the couch, tucking my hair behind my ears, touching my neck, gently pressing my head down farther.

  “You’re a virgin?” he asks, his voice rich and deep.

  “Mm hm,” I mumble with his cock in my mouth. I’m not taking it out for a second to answer. This feels too good.

  “You saved your cherry for me?” he grunts, threading his fingers through my hair. “You want me to take it, don’t you?”

  I gasp as I pull his cock out of my mouth.

  “Yes,” I moan, arching my back as I stare up at him with desperate eyes.

  My pussy is so wet.

  I fucking need him inside me.

  “It’s yours to take.”

  My hand is moving up and down like a jackhammer, squeezing his cock as I jerk him off.

  His eyelids start to lower as he stares at me like a hungry beast.

  “Has anyone ever touched you there?” His voice comes out low and serious. It gives me warm shivers to see him jealous like this. He wants me all to himself.

  Well, he’s got it.

  I shake my head.

  “Has anyone seen that sweet little pussy of yours?”

  I shake my head again. I only want him to see it.

  “And these perky tits?” he asks, sliding his big palm over my breasts. My heart flutters as my nipples turn painfully hard. I loved sliding this shirt of his on but now all I can think about is ripping it off. I want to see it in shreds on the scratchy carpet so that Logan can see me naked.

  “Has anyone touched these or seen them?”

  “No,” I gasp. Not yet.

  “Good girl,” he says, nodding in approval. “That’s my sweet girl.”

  I would never do any of that. My body belongs to him.

  And I think he knows it.

  I open my mouth and lower my head once again, sliding his tasty cock between my wet lips, enjoying every long inch.

  Logan feels like a man.

  The boys in my school are skinny, fat, soft, and young.

  But not Logan.

  He’s built like a real man. He’s marine strong with a hard body, hard eyes, hard expressions, but he’s soft with me.

  I always feel so small and dainty next to him. I feel like a woman.

  Even now, he’s sliding his hand through my hair, gently touching the back of my head like he’s afraid to break me. Like I’m the most precious thing in the world.

  I pull his cock out and smile as I take a breath.

  He’s looking down at me like I’m the most beautiful thing that he’s ever seen.

  I wonder if he’s thinking that, because I’m definitely looking up at him like he’s the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen.

  He slowly reaches up and cups my cheek, pulling my face toward him.

  I’m under his spell.

  I’ll go wherever he wants me to.

  I inhale sharply as our lips hover over each other, dangerously close. He kisses me gently at first but the need is too much and before long, he claims my mouth with a possessive
kiss.

  It’s intense, just like him and all I want to do is melt into the kiss forever.

  He’s got a skilled tongue and it’s nothing like I’d ever felt before. He almost stops my heart and rips the air out of my lungs but I love every second of it.

  I whimper as he grabs me harder, pressing my body to his. His desire is like a wave, flowing from him and wrapping around me, keeping me safe, making me feel loved and protected. Worshiped and cherished. Wanted and needed.

  So that’s why it’s such a shock when he abruptly pulls his mouth away from mine and holds me at arms’ length. We’re both breathing so heavily. We’re both in too deep.

  I don’t know how he has the strength to stop now when we’re both so far gone.

  Doesn’t he realize that we’re meant for each other?

  He closes his eyes as he tries to control his breathing for a minute, still holding my arms away at arms’ length like he doesn’t trust me enough to let go.

  He shouldn’t.

  I’ll be right back on him the second that he releases me.

  He clears his throat and opens his eyes, looking tortured as he meets my eyes.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  “Yes, we should.”

  He pulls the blanket back over his cock and I let out an involuntary whimper at having my favorite new toy taken away from me.

  Logan runs a hand through his hair and closes his eyes. I don’t think he can say the next part while looking at me.

  “Fine,” he says, between deep breaths. “But I have to warn you about something first.”

  6

  Logan

  “Warn me?” she asks, looking concerned. “About what?”

  How can I tell her the next part?

  I desperately want her to stay but if I tell her, she’ll leave. She’ll run out the door and never come back.

  But I have to warn her.

  She has to know what she’s getting into with me if we go any further.

  And fuck, I want to go further.

  Just looking at her with that worried look on her face makes my dick painfully hard. I’m burning for her.

  She’s wearing my favorite t-shirt. It has THE RAMONES written across her breasts and although I’ve always liked the shirt more than the band, I’m loving it all now.