Daddy Next Door

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Unexpected

SERENITY

When I get home, my dad is cooking dinner.

"Serenity," he yells to me as soon as I enter the house. "We have guests."

Fuck me. It's probably that guy.

I drop my bag by the door and walk into the kitchen. My dad shockingly greets me nicely and someone else. My eyes widen when I see him.

"Da...Tyson?" Oh my god, I almost just called him Daddy around my father.

"Serenity, it's nice to see you," he smiles. His facial expression is soft and I want to run up to him and hug him but I can't. My dad wouldn't approve.

My father interrupts my thoughts and says, "Tyson just brought our mail over. The mailman must have put it at the wrong house."

"That's great," I say and bite my lip.

It felt awkward as hell being around him in the same room with my dad.

"How was college?" Tyson asked, seeming 100% unconcerned with the likelihood of my father finding out. Or maybe he didn't care if he did.

"It was good. I handed in all of my work now, so all I have to worry about are the exams."

"That's great."

"I'm expecting A's from you, Serenity." My father's strict expectations make me nervous.

Tyson put his hands on my shoulders and says, "I'm sure she'll do fine, Carl. I enjoyed the party you had a few nights ago."

"Well, I'm hosting my own as a celebration for being the head of the company now." Of course he is.

"Well, I better get going," Tyson says and lets go of my shoulders.

"Bologna. Stay for dinner. As a thank you for bringing the mail."

"No, I couldn't."

"I insist."

NO NO NO. Acting normal around Tyson will be merely impossible.

An hour later, Tyson is next to me, with my father sitting across from us. He keeps glancing at Tyson then me, making me want to crawl in the corner and disappear. Does he know about us?

"It's nice to have you over," my father says with a smile plastered on his face.

"Thank you for inviting me."

"We're happy to have you. Right Serenity?"

"I..." Keep calm. "Yes."

"How was college? I heard one of my colleagues say that their daughter saw you get out of a car with a man in the drivers seat. I told them that couldn't possibly be you and that they'd mistaken you for someone else."

Oh...My...God. He knows.

"I gave her a ride this morning. She was running late and I was heading the way anyways." Tyson cuts in.

"Huh. Okay."

We finished dinner in silence, and I can say it's honestly been the most awkward meal I've ever had.

"I'll clean the plates, dad," I stood up and took them as a way to get out of the room. Especially from Tyson.

"Of course."

I walk into the kitchen and try not to bump into Tyson on the way in. I tried to calm myself down, keeping the thoughts of his arms around me out of my head.

Once I'm done, two arms are wrapped around my waist and pulls me back.

"Are you okay, baby?"

"No. Every time my father looks at us, I think he knows everything."

"You're doing great," he whispers, followed by a kiss just below my ear.

"If you keep kissing my neck, we will get caught."

"Don't act like the idea of being caught doesn't turn you on."

Possibly.

"Am I right?" he mumbles and I feel his hand travel down my dress and under the material. I gasp and turn to him.

The look on his face and the heat in his eyes make me stop my attempt to reject him.

His hand traces the line of my underwear and pulls them to the side. One arm is still on my waist, the other making me feel powerless.

His fingers slide inside me, making me quietly moan.

"You're going to have to be quiet if we're going to do this."

"Yes, Daddy."

His fingers trace my clit and I push my head back into his chest. I can't stop my mouth from opening, but nothing can be heard. It gets harder to stay quiet when his fingers penetrate me at a faster pace.

"Fuck."

"You gonna cum, baby?"

I nod. That's all I can do to respond.

"Like the idea of getting caught? Someone walking in on us and seeing my hand down your panties?"

"Fuck. Holy shit."

"Cum for me, Serenity." In seconds, a moan slips out of my mouth as I cum hard.

"That's my girl," he whispers. His hands slip out of my underwear, wrapping that arm around my waist.

I feel his arms drop and hear him rustling around with his jeans.

"Is someone a little hot and bothered?"

He looked at me, needing the release.

"Want me to help, Daddy?"

"As much as I want to say yes, I think it's best if you don't."

As I step towards him and change his mind, the kitchen door swings open and my father walks in with cups. I freeze, but Tyson grabs the towel from my hand and a plate as if he was drying the dishes.

"Tyson, you shouldn't have to do chores. You're a guest!"

"It's the least I can do."

While he and my father have a conversation, I turn around and return to the dishes while thinking about how bad I want sex. Much much more since the first day I met Tyson.

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