Her Dad's Friend by Penny Wylder Read Free Book Online Page A

I’m loving this side of him. I can definitely get used to this.
    I let out a long, loud moan when he enters me from behind. It’s always been my favorite position. The most direct path inside with the least resistance. As he drives into me, the head of his dick presses against my cervix, causing tendrils of pain with pleasure. The blinds are open in my room. I usually close them right before bed. Anyone looking in will see my sex face, but none of that matters to me right now.
    The heady scent of sex fills the room, pushing me to the brink. My second orgasm rips through me with hurricane force. As my muscles start to contract around his width, Paul lets out a primal roar and unleashes his warm seed inside of me. We stay that way, locked together for several minutes as we come down. We’re breathing heavily. He’s draped over my back, kissing my spine, and then we collapse. He cradles me in a spooning position. I’m glad he can’t see the ridiculous smile I feel stretching my face.
    He strokes my hair with his fingers, untangling the sweaty strands. “That was amazing,” he says.
    I turn over to face him. His eyes are hooded, face groggy. “It was more than amazing.”
    A stream of cum rolls down my leg and it hits me suddenly that we forgot to use a condom. I mentally make a note to get to the pharmacy in the morning for a morning after pill.
    As I kiss his forehead, cheeks, lips, and chin, his eyes meld shut. He pulls me closer to him, and before I know it, I fall asleep in his arms.

Chapter 4
    I wake up the next morning to the droning buzz of my alarm clock. The room is filled with light without the blinds drawn and I’m completely naked. I’m still in the same position I was last night when Paul and I fell asleep together. Trying not to wake him, I peel his arms off of me and slide out of bed.
    “Do you have to go?” he mumbles to my back as I put on my robe.
    I look over my shoulder at him. He has one eye open and his hair’s a mess. Utterly adorable. “Yeah, I have exams.”
    He grumbles and sits up, looking around my room as if he just realized where he was for the first time. “Where’s all your stuff?” he asks.
    “What do you mean? What stuff?”
    He closes one eye and takes inventory of my belongings. “You have a full-sized bed, a table, and a lamp. Where’s your dresser and all your clothes? There’re no pictures on the walls, or things to decorate and make the space your own. You’re like a tidy homeless person.”
    I smile, but he’s right. It’s been so long without acknowledging the things I like that I’ve managed to lose interest in and even forget everything other than school and Paul. “My clothes are in my closet.”
    “In that shoe box?” he asks, frowning at my closet that’s just big enough to squeeze a body in. If it were anyone other than Paul I might’ve taken offence.
    I shrug. “I don’t need much.”
    Truth is, I can’t afford much, and I refuse to have my parents help me—not that they actually would. Even after loans, grants, and scholarships, being a student pays hardly anything at all. My part time job at the coffee shop around the corner from the campus pays just enough to cover utilities and food. I have to keep telling myself that someday, when I have my degree and the job of my dreams, all the struggle will be worth it.
    “Hmm,” is all he says.
    “I need to go get my shower,” I say, heading for the bathroom.

    * * *
    I ’ve just started washing my hair when the sliding door to the shower opens. Paul steps in behind me, lacing his fingers with mine, and starts to work the shampoo into my scalp. When he’s done he takes my loofa and douses it in my green tea body wash, lathering it up before starting at my shoulders.
    “I love the smell of this soap. It smells like you,” he says.
    He takes his time, making sure every inch of my skin is clean. His warm body presses against me, his firm cock sliding between my soap-slick ass cheeks. I’m under