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  Daddy Next Door

  Tina Lee

  Copyright © 2020 by Tina Lee

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  Visionary Press

  This book is a work of fiction. All Characters in this novel are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content and is intended for those over the age of 18 only.

  All participants in sexual activities within this book are over the age of 18

  Collections:

  My In-Laws

  My Son’s Girlfriend

  The Mystery Man

  College Confessions

  I Love Mia

  Time Traveling Billionaire

  My Sinful Lust

  My Man is a Gangsta

  My Strict Boss

  Bad Boy to the Rescue

  My Strong Brother in Law

  My Black Boss

  I Love Dark Chocolate

  My Sneaky Brother in Law

  My Black Father in Law

  Daddy Next Door

  I heard laughing and looked out my bedroom window. A boy, looked around ten, was playing basketball with who I presumed to be his father in their front yard. They were my new neighbors who had moved in last week. I hadn’t got a chance to introduce myself as I was too busy with school, and now that a week had passed, I felt it would be awkward just to go up and introduce myself. Maybe it was my social anxiety talking. The father was a hottie. He looked like a bodybuilder or a wrestler. He turned and looked way. I quickly ducked!

  I saw my hot neighbor again when I was coming from the grocery store. I had two bags full, and I was struggling to open my door. He was washing his BMW in his front yard when he saw me struggling.

  “Need any help with that?” he asked. He walked over before I could respond.

  Now that he was up close, I could see his sharp jawline and bright brown eyes. His voice was sexy too. He sounded like a bad boy. “Thanks.”

  “Where are your keys?”

  “Uh.” Shit. My keys were in my back pocket. That was going to get awkward really fast. “It’s in my back pocket.”

  “No problem.” He slid his strong hands in the tight pocket of my jeans. My pussy tingled when I felt his hand rubbing against my ass. I looked at his crotch and imagined just how huge his dick must be. “Got it.” He used the key to open the door for me.

  “Thank you so much. I didn’t get your name.”

  “I’m Mike.”

  “Nice to meet you, Mike. I’m Jessica.” I laughed. “I wish I had a better first impression.”

  “I’m a second impression kind of guy. How about you come over for dinner tomorrow night?” He took the bag of groceries like they were bags of feathers and walked into the kitchen.

  “You can put them there.” I pointed at the table. “And yeah. Dinner sounds good.”

  He gave me a sexy half smile. Something tells me he was used to getting his way with women. I didn’t care at all. He could have his way with me. He went back to washing his car, and I, while peeping from behind the curtain, watched him lather his machine until it was sudsy then sprayed it down. His shirt got wet, and he took it off, exposing his muscular chest and ripped abs. God. He was so sexy. I wished he could take off his pants next. I slipped my hand in my panties and rubbed my clit as he wiped his car clean. Just the moving and flexing of his muscles was enough to send me over the edge. I cummed on my fingers, my juice warm and flowing. It was his cock that I wanted to cum on next time.

  Later that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about Mike and his sexy self. Where was this coming from? I had never known myself to lust for any man to the point I was masturbating to him washing a car. I needed to get a grip. I turned on the television and watched some old episodes of Real World on MTV. I heard a car door close. The temptation to go look through my window was just too strong. I took a peek and saw Mike walking from his car with a box in his hand. What a sexy man. I caught myself in the thought and move from the window and returned to my bed.

  ***

  The next night I went over his house for dinner. He put on a big smile when he opened his front door and saw me. “You came,” he said.

  “I said I would, didn’t I?”

  He was dressed in a nice polo shirt and jeans. I could smell his cologne. I had recognized it. Tom Ford’s Tuscan Leather.A real manly smell.

  “Come in.”

  “Where’s Kyle?”

  “Kyle is with my parents. It’s my mother’s birthday next week and he loves staying with her. She bakes and sells the best pies, and he gets to try them all.”

  I smiled. "Lucky him.”

  “Lucky boy. I remember when I was a kid and the smell of my mom’s pie would wake me up in the morning. It was the best thing ever knowing I’m going get a slice of pie for breakfast.” He pulled out a chair for me.

  “Thank you.”

  “Are you vegan?” he asked.

  “No. I tried and failed.”

  “I had prepared a vegan meal just in case.” He went over for a pan of roasted chicken that smelled heavenly. He poured me a glass of Merlot then took a seat.

  “How did you end up in this boring town?” I asked.

  “Boring? I love it here.” He took a sip of his wine. “When my ex-wife and I got divorced, I thought it would good for a change of scene. She went away to pursue her career in Paris, and then it was just Kyle and me. I didn’t like city life. Too fast for me. I actually grew up in Greenwood, which is about an hour's drive from here. I decided to come back home, sort of. I got a job here and thought it would be great for Kyle to see his grandparents more often. It’s working out really well so far.”

  “You’re not into the flashing lights and all that?” Which seemed fair. He was older than me. Looked to be in his forties.

  “No. I’m more of a nature lover. Hiking, long runs, fishing, and all that.” He pointed at a picture on the wall of him on a boat holding a big fish. “I caught that beauty in Alaska. Beautiful place. Hard-working people.”

  “That looks like a lot of fun.”

  “It is.” He watched me chew the roast chicken. “How is it?”

  “Delicious.” I smiled.

  He twirled the wine in his glass and gave me a sexy smile. That alone was enough to have me wet. “Tell me about you.”

  “I wish I had some interesting hobbies like you. I’m just a business major who spends most of her time in books. Sorry to disappoint you.”

  “Not at all. You see, you’re looking it the wrong way. Instead, you’re a young, beautiful, ambitious woman who dedicates her time into securing her future. Don’t downplay it.”

  I blushed. “It sounds better when you say it.”

  He poured me another glass.

  “So, do you think I’m really beautiful?” I asked.

  “More than beautiful. You are damn sexy.”

  I blushed. My thong was soaked. “I feel the same way about you.”

  “I’m not usually this forward to young women. I’d hate for you to think that I’m trying to take advantage of you because you’re young. How old are you, by the way?”

  “I’m 21.”

  “I’m twice your age,” he chuckled.

  “That’s fine. I like older men.”

  He leaned back in the chair and observed me. I was nervous. What is he think
ing?

  “There is liking older men, then there is being attracted to men twice your age. I don’t think you’re ready for a man like me. You need more experience.”

  “I have a lot of experience. Trust me.”

  “Is that so?”

  “I’ve been fucked in every way possible.” This was the wine speaking. “There’s not much to do in this town. The only way I like passing the time.”

  He looked at me with a cocky grin. He let the silence linger, teasing me while inside I was nervous of he would react to that. Come on. Just say something already!

  He put down his wine glass and pushed his plate to the side. “I just find that very hard to believe.”

  “And why is that?”

  “You just don’t seem like the type.”

  “Looks can be deceiving.”

  “Oh yeah?” he chuckled to himself.

  “Yeah.”

  I got up from the table and walked around to his side. Standing behind him, I run my hand along the nape of his neck.” Would you like me to show you?” I said. I rub my hands over his shoulders, then down his chest, bringing my mouth to his ear. “My pussy is soaking wet for you.”

  “Are you ready for a man like me?”

  “I’m ready for you, daddy,” I whispered in his ear. I planted soft kisses behind his ear and down his neck. “This pussy is yours.”

  He went silent again. I could tell he was contemplating if it was a good idea. Here I was, begging him to fuck me, and he was taking his time to think about it. Another man would have jumped up and torn off my clothing! But he sat, his eyes mysterious. I moved my kisses to his cheek, and when I reached to kiss him on the lips, he placed a finger on my lips. “No kisses, understood?” he said.

  I nodded. “Yes daddy.”

  He stood and place his hand around my throat, gently, not squeezing to stop my airflow, but to feel the warmed of me, or to remind him how delicate I was. He took two steps back and told me to bend over the table. I obeyed like the good slut I was. I had on a yellow summer dress. His lift the end, exposing my ass.

  “Put it in,” I said.

  “Shut up.” He took off his belt, purposely taking his time so the anticipation would build inside me. He wrapped his hand around the strap and gave my ass a hard spank.

  “Oh my god! Uuhh yeah!” I moaned.

  He slapped my ass again. It hurt so much, yet it was so pleasurable in an indescribable way.

  Every time he spanked, the pain got worse as my ass began to bruise. My sex was flooding. “Please put it in!”

  He stopped; a moment of salvation for my burning ass. I felt his hand rubbing over my tender cheeks. He slid my thong down to my ankles. My thong was soaked with my juice.

  He chuckled. “What makes you think you deserve my dick?”

  “I really want it.”

  “Is that all? Many women want it. What makes you so special?”

  “From the moment I saw you, I knew I wanted to ride your cock. I’ll be your naughty slut. Do whatever you want with me. Anything! I’m yours! I’ll obey, I promise.”

  He pulled down his pants and took out his cock. He stroked his long, fat dick in his hand. It looked like an anaconda. "Do you think you can handle this?”

  I didn’t know what to say. I had never seen a cock so big before. "I want it.” I licked my lips. “I want it all.”

  He pressed the tip of his cock in and my tight hold opened up. I moaned loudly as his dick stretched me. I was so fucking wet that it made it easier to slide in. “Oh my God.” It took a while for me to adjust to his big dick.

  “How do you like?” he asked.

  “I love it!”

  He thrust harder into my wet pussy, shaking the table and the plates. He spanked my already tender ass. I screamed in pain and pleasure. “Don’t stop!” He pulled my hair and gave me hard stabs from the back. His dick was reaching everywhere inside me. I felt so full. He handled me so rough with little regard for the pain I was in. The men in my hometown all worshiped me and did everything to make sure I was happy. Mike was so full of himself. He knew he could do anything to me and I’ll take it like the bitch I was. He wanted control, and he had it. Everything had to be his way.

  He spun me over on the table and my foot accidentally kicked a plate off the table. He pulled me to the edge and spread my legs. He slid inside me again, this time with ease as my sex had adjusted to him. My pussy could take him whole now. I wanted every inch. No wonder he was so cocky. He had the right to be with a manhood like this. He went back to fucking my sex with hards thrusts. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I moaned.

  I could feel him getting tense. “Yes! Cum in me. Please! I want it.”

  He was fucking me like how a woman should be fucked. I was getting some mature dick that men my age couldn’t give me. I wrapped my legs around him. I felt the pleasure rising like heat inside me. “Mike! Oh my God!” I rubbed my clit as the pleasured reached its peak. I creamed over his big dick. And it wasn’t long after that he shot his juice deep inside me. He pulled out and told me to get on my knees. I did. He smeared the remaining cum from his dick on my face before pushing it in my mouth. I sucked and licked up the remaining cum. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue show him I had swallowed it all.

  “Good girl.”

  My ass was sore, so was my pussy, and cum was dripping down my legs. I needed a shower.

  “I’m going to clean up this mess.” He was referring to the broken plate on the floor. “That will be all for tonight.”

  He was definitely not what I was used to. Other men would have begged me to stay the night. “Okay. Goodnight daddy.”

  “Goodnight.”

  I went home and cleaned up my messy pussy, all while thinking of him. He had me and he knew it. I wanted more. I needed more. I could tell this wasn’t going to end well. I could feel the obsession already. I began thinking of what more could he do to me. I wanted him to use me like a dirty slut. I was tired of always feeling like the innocent bookworm that got good grades. I wondered if he would put it in my ass. I would definitely love that. I was definitely going to have dinner over Mike more often. Starting as soon as tomorrow!

  End of book one

  Read My Sneaky Brother in Law

  My In-Laws

  The actresses looked so fake with their spray on tan, their make-up and skinny bodies. They all wanted to be Barbie Dolls. It was sad really. What was sadder was that I watched them on TV every afternoon. ‘The Fabulous Life of Veronica’ was a Soap Opera that aired every day, and since I was home every day, I had the choice of watching this or dying of boredom. It was entertaining, their life looked so fun and as they put it, Fabulous. It was the opposite of my own life. I could probably start my own Soap Opera, and it would be called ‘The Dull Life of Jennifer’.

  I was starting to wonder if my husband preferred skinny women like these models. I hadn’t had sex in a while and it was getting to me. I am thicker than the usual skinny model and I didn’t quite lose all the baby fat after my son so I was a bit on the chubby side. I loved my body; I thought I looked thick and hot. I was healthy, and I was very comfortable in the skin I was in. My problem was; I thought my husband didn’t find me attractive like he once did. I asked him, and he denied, of course. He said he was just busy with work and it was stressing him out.

  I gave him the benefit of the doubt because I knew he worked hard and I was grateful for everything that he did for our family. I knew he loved me and I loved him.

  I had to cut myself off the steamy, sexy novels and the Soap Operas with the hot muscular men, it was just too much. I was getting so turned on and wet with no sex to release all this built up fire in me. For now, I will just revel in The Fabulous Life of Veronica.

  Chapter Two

  I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. I was surprised when I saw my husband had made breakfast. There must be a reason for this. My husband does not just get up and make breakfast for no reason at all. I walked into the kitchen and I was greeted wi
th a kiss. “Good morning.” He said.

  “What is all this for?” I asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  “All this.” I pointed at the chopped up fruits, the decorated plates and the clean sink. My husband NEVER leaves a clean sink when he uses the kitchen.

  “Can’t a man make his lovely, beautiful wife breakfast?” He kissed me again.

  I loved it; I loved when he got all sweet on me, but I wasn’t fooled. “What is it, Dave?”

  “Okay.” He finally admitted. “My brother got into some trouble and he wants to hang out here for a while until everything’s cooled off.”

  “Jake? Hell no. That man is trouble and I do not want him in our house.”

  “That’s the thing…” Dave scratched his head. “I sort of already told him he could come.”

  “Dave! How could you! Without telling me?”

  “I’m sorry, but I had to! He’s my younger brother, if I don’t have his back, then who will?”

  “All these years of marriage and you still do things without telling me? And you thought breakfast would make everything better?” I asked.

  “It was worth a shot.” I gave him a nasty look. “It is only for a couple of days, after that, he’s gone. I promise.”

  I couldn’t stay mad at Dave even if I wanted to. “Dave, I am serious. Do not let something like this happen a next time. Talk to me, I am your wife. Do I make myself clear?”

  “It won’t happen again.” He said, followed by a kiss.

  “When is he coming?”

  “Today…”

  “Dave, just so you know… I am very upset with you.” He would have to do more than just breakfast if he wanted to make it up to me.

  It was midday, and as usual, I was watching The Fabulous Life of Veronica. In this episode, Veronica lured the hot, dark chocolate gardener in her room and seduced him while getting it all on tape. She sent the tape to Scott, her rich, posh ex-boyfriend. Veronica is one evil bitch, and I couldn’t help but laugh, mainly because I never liked Scott. That chocolate gardener on the other hand got my lady parts all wet. I have never had a black cock but I always dreamed of a black man holding me and grinding in me. I am a big woman, so it was only right I imagined a strong black man with a thick dick going in and out of my sex. My friends were all afraid of the girth and length of a black man’s manhood, but I am sure my fat, puffy, pink sex could handle its hard thrust.