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~*~*~Payton and Braxton’s story continues from their sexy one shot: MY DAD’S BEST FRIEND.~*~*~ Payton returns to school after Thanksgiving break with nothing but thoughts of Braxton on her mind. She slept with her dad’s best friend. And she wants to do it again. Braxton moves to the city to open a new dealership, living close to Payton without knowing it. He can’t believe he slept with his best friend’s daughter, but he can’t stop thinking about doing it again. Their explosive sexual chemistry is about to be on another level when they face those trying to keep them apart and acknowledge what’s in their heart for one another: Deep, passionate love. But how do two people so far apart in age—so close to one another for years—put that behind them and love one another? (18+!!! Very explicit sexual scenes, language, and taboo elements. Readers continue at your own discretion!!!)

Romance / Erotica
Lulu Waters
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As I step into my childhood home, warm memories invade my mind. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been home, but who can blame me? I’m in my third year at NYU and crazy busy. The last time I was home was over Christmas break two years ago. I miss my family and the warmth my home state brings me.

“Payton! You’re home!” My mom beams when she pokes her head around the wall.

The house smells amazing, and the sounds of the football game can be heard from the living room. Thanksgiving wouldn’t be complete without it.

“Hey, Mom!” I sit my bags down and run to her, throwing my arms around her neck.

“Oh, baby girl, we’re so glad you could join us this year. We have another surprise for you!”

She knows how much I hate being surprised but being home put me in a bomb ass mood. Bring on the surprises!

“Are you going to tell me? Or am I going to have to wait? You know how much I hate—”

“Hey there, killer.”

The sound of the familiar husky voice sends shivers up my spine as I spin around and see my dad’s best friend Braxton fucking Saunders.

He’s like the uncle I never had growing up, but the older I got, the more I appreciated his good looks. My little teenage crush on him made me ignore all the boys at college, going straight for the men. I swear I don’t have daddy issues.


I run to him, throwing my arms around his neck as I press my pierced nipples against his chest, secretly wondering how he’d feel against them with no clothes between us. His hands at the small of my back shoot an ache straight between my legs, making my cheeks flush.

“Damn, kid, you’ve grown up.” He holds me back to look me up and down. Yeah, big Daddy, go ahead and look. “You’re a woman now!” He looks over at my parents. “You didn’t tell me how grown she’s gotten.”

A look of pride flashes through my parent’s eyes as they grin at us. They know how much I adore Braxton. This is the best surprise ever. The last time I saw him was my high school graduation. At the time, I fantasized about giving my virginity to him, but I was always too chicken to act on my attraction to him. Besides, he’s much older than me, and my dad’s best friend. I know I can’t do anything about it. I ended up giving my virginity to a guy named Jeff two months before I graduated high school. I quickly learned where all the creaky steps were before I snuck guy after guy into my room late at night. Yeah, I got a bit busy after that. No shame.

But seeing him now makes all those feelings come back.

Braxton Saunders is a force to be reckoned with. He used to be the captain of the football team when he was younger; my dad being his secondhand man. They were inseparable all through high school and college, seeping their friendship into their adult lives. Lucky me.

I step away from him, noticing how fucking sexy he still is. He might be in his late thirties now, but that number doesn’t scare me at all. His hair is still a dark chocolate brown, reaching down to the top of his shoulders if he’d release that man-bun he has in the back. Tattoos lick up his arms, disappearing in his shirt before they reappear up his neck. It’s his aqua blue eyes and five o’clock shadow that always draws me in like a moth to a flame. He’s the definition of man.

“Your parents tell me that you haven’t been home in a long time.”

I shake my head. “I’ve been busy with school.” And fucking my way through New York City, but I won’t divulge that.

Mom snorts. “And all those boys I see you taking pictures with on your Instagram.”

My cheeks flush as I catch Braxton’s expression. Is he jealous? Please, for the love of my throbbing pussy, be true!

“They’re nothing.” I wave my hand at her dismissively. “How have you been?!” I turn my attention back to Braxton, not wanting to talk about other guys in his presence. When he’s in the room, he’s the only guy on my radar.

He chuckles. “I’ve been great. Divorced now.” He throws a wink at my dad as my heart lurches with excitement. He’s a free man, huh? “Still running the car dealership in Seattle.” He shrugs. “Nothing too exciting.”

I nod. “Yeah, I get that. Well, I’m so glad that you’re here! I haven’t seen you in forever!” I give him another hug, inhaling his manly scent before I step away and hug my dad next. “Good seeing you too, Dad.”

“Glad that you’re back, honey. Why don’t you get settled into your old room and come back down for dinner. Your mom has been cooking all morning long.”

It’s so good to be home. I don’t remember the last time I had a good home cooked meal, my stomach growling in agreement. It’s amazing how well my parents look, too, but that’s what happens when you have a kid at such a young age. They were both sixteen years old when yours truly came along.

Dad moves to help my mom pull something from the oven as I grab my bags and peer at Braxton over my shoulder. My guy spikes with excitement when I see him staring at my ass, but when he sees that I’m watching him, his cheeks turn beet red before he looks away.

Oh, this is going to be the best damn weekend visit home ever. Braxton doesn’t know it yet, but he’ll be balls deep inside of me before the end of the holiday weekend. Hopefully more than once.

After putting my bags away in my old bedroom, I walk down the hall to the guest room and see Braxton’s bags on the end of the bed. Dirty thoughts enter my mind as I think about the possibilities this weekend could hold. Luckily I know how to sneak around the house without my parents even having a clue that I’m moving around.

I head back downstairs, finding Mom in the kitchen tending to the turkey before I make my way into the living room. Dad and Braxton are watching football. I sit between them, making sure to brush against Braxton as I do so. He shifts in his seat, watching me for a split second as I smirk at him, turning my attention to the TV.

“Who’s winning?” I ask. I don’t give a shit who’s winning or not, I just want to be close to Braxton without being too obvious about it.

“The Panthers,” Dad replies, keeping his gaze on the screen.

When football is on, Dad doesn’t exist and you better not interrupt him. But by the look of it, Braxton isn’t the same. I can feel his gaze on me, but when I steal a peek in his direction, he quickly glances back to the TV. He thinks he’s being sly. How cute.

“Dinner is served!” Mom calls from the kitchen.

We all make our way into the dining room, sitting around the amazing feast before our eyes. I’m thrilled that Mom put Braxton right next to me. Our legs brush beneath the table and I swear I hear him growl, but I can’t be sure. The ache is back between my legs and I’m no longer hungry for Mom’s home cooked meal. No, I want Braxton with a side of cum in my mouth.

Small talk pursues as we eat Thanksgiving dinner, but I’m dying inside. After dinner is over, I help Mom clean up while the guys finish their game. All I can think about is how much longer before the night is over. Once my parents go to bed, it’s play time.

Mom tries to talk about school, but I’m too distracted that I just give her short and sweet answers. My mind is too bogged down with thoughts of what a man like Braxton can do to me. We finish the dishes and join the guys in the living room. Mom takes the spot between Dad and Braxton, leaving me without a seat. Or did it?

“Since we’re all back together again, why not keep up traditions?” I laugh, plopping down on Braxton’s lap.

I used to sit on his lap all the time and nobody batted an eye. It was never sexual. At least not until I was much older and began looking at boys completely different. They might bat an eye now if they knew about my attraction to Braxton, or the dirty thoughts running through my mind at the moment. Good thing I’m good at keeping secrets.

Braxton shifts uncomfortably beneath me, gripping the arm of the couch as I feel his breathing pick up. Fuck me, is he feeling it too? I shift in his lap, making sure to grind my ass against his dick. I’m not surprised when I feel he’s grown a few sizes in his pants. He grabs the outside of my leg where my parents can’t see, gripping me for dear life.

“Don’t,” he growls so only I can hear.

I let out a small giggle, cupping my mouth so Mom can’t hear me. Knowing that I affect Braxton like this only makes it sweeter.

The longer I sit on his lap feeling his dick grow harder and harder, the more I wish for this evening to be over with. But because I’m so distracted by Braxton’s erection, I don’t realize the game has finally ended. He pushes me off of his lap so fast that I nearly trip and fall, making me grin. He and my dad retire to his den for the rest of the evening, drinking whiskey and catching up. Mom said she was exhausted from all the cooking and retired to her room for the night. I join the guys, grabbing my own glass of whiskey as my dad eyeballs me.

“What do you think you’re doing, young lady?”

I snicker at him. “Dad, I’m 21 now. I can legally have a drink now. You would probably have a heart attack if you knew how much I’ve been drinking back at school. Hell, you’d probably have a heart attack if you knew about all the grownup things I’ve been doing out east.” That comment is more for Braxton’s ears than for my dads, but they both need to be reminded that I’m not little Payton anymore.

I mean, for fuck’s sake, I have pierced nipples and a tattoo on my ass now. The Payton everyone thought they knew is long gone.

Braxton takes a greedy drink from his glass, eyeing us over the rim as my dad glares at me.

“Don’t make Braxton and I come out east to put some little boys in their place, Payton.”

I laugh again, knowing he’s trying to be all tough in front of his long time buddy.

“Oh, please. If it weren’t for Mom, you’d have screwed your way through college. I recall all the stories you guys had from your college days. Mom stayed home with me and you got to play.”

Dad shakes his head with a smirk, clearly not able to back himself out of the corner. He was way worse than I am. Silence stretches between the three of us before Dad clears his throat.

“Well, I think we should hit the sack. Braxton and I have an early day tomorrow.”

“Ah, yes, the tradition of going golfing the day after a turkey coma.” I yawn, pretending to be bored.

“Hey, golfing is the shit,” Dad says with a chuckle.

Dad and Braxton high-five each other as I fake gag. It might be an early night for Dad, but I have other plans for Braxton. I hope he can play a round of golf with little to no sleep.

“Well, good night, ya old fucks.”

“Hey! Language!” Dad scolds me as I walk out of the den with a grin.

I laugh, peering over my shoulder to find Braxton watching me intently. Dad slaps him on the back before I continue toward the stairs, heading upstairs.

I get ready for bed, dressing only in my short silk robe, knowing I want to make it easy to give myself to Braxton if he’s willing. My heart is nearly pounding out of my chest, though. I’m about to seduce my dad’s best friend and I don’t know if he’s going to accept or kick me out of his room. The thought of losing Brax because of this weighs heavy on my heart, but I won’t let it stop me from trying. I’ve dreamed of this moment for years and seeing how he looked at me today only gives me the guts to go forward with it. Besides, if he wasn’t interested, why did he get an erection when I sat on his lap?

Moving to the door, I listen to my dad and Braxton in the hallway talking quietly.

“Tell Kristen thanks for dinner. It was fucking delicious as always,” Brax states before I hear a slap.

“You know it, brother. Have a good night because I’m going to kick your ass in golf tomorrow,” my dad pokes back.

I roll my eyes. Is this how older men speak to each other? I’ve slept with many older men in New York City, but I’ve never seen or heard them converse. How boring.

“You not going to bed, Brax?”

My ears perk up at my dad’s question, silently hoping that he isn’t. It might make my plan of seduction work easier.

“Nah, not yet. I’m gonna head back downstairs for a bit, have another glass of whiskey, and send out some emails. I’ve got a huge deal coming up with Chevrolet that I can’t lose.”

“Okay, man, but if you complain about being tired on the greens tomorrow, I’m really gonna kick your ass.”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck off.”

They both chuckle before I hear my parent’s bedroom shut and silence is met by my eavesdropping. Listening closer, I can hear Braxton’s footsteps descending on the stairs. I have no idea how long he’ll be downstairs, but I know my dad will need a solid twenty minutes to fall asleep. It’s like clockwork.

Pacing my bedroom, I nervously watch the clock tick by until it’s been twenty-four minutes. I should be in the clear. I step into the hallway and creep up to my parent’s door, pressing my ear against the wood before I hear my dad’s sound machine lulling him into a deep sleep. Yep, he’s out for the rest of the night if we don’t make any loud noises.

The fun is on.

As I descend the stairs, I can hear Braxton typing away on his laptop from the dining room, making my heart hammer in my chest. The plan is to come on hot and heavy, but now that it’s here, I know I have to play it cool. I don’t want to totally freak the guy out. I want him to want me just as badly as I want him.

Pretending as if I don’t see or hear him, I walk straight to the fridge and grab a cold beer from my dad’s stash in the back. I hear his typing stop as I pop off the cap and take a greedy drink. It tastes good going down, but I know something else will taste even better right now.

I keep my back to him, still standing in front of the fridge as if I don’t know he’s there. I wait for him to acknowledge me, but he doesn’t move or say a word. Damn, this is going to be more difficult than I thought it was going to be.

Shutting the fridge, I turn toward the dining room, finding Braxton staring at me with curiosity and desire on his face. The glow from his laptop illuminates his handsomely sexy features as I pretend to be startled. I jump back, throwing my hand to my chest as I curse beneath my breath.

“Fucking hell. I thought you went to bed,” I state.

He slowly shakes his head, watching me with wide eyes as I walk toward him.

“I, um, had a few things to take care of.” He points at his laptop as I nod, pulling out the chair right next to him. He watches me with wide eyes as I sit down, brushing my leg against his as I sit.

“Anything interesting?” I lean forward, purposely letting my robe fall open far enough for him to see that I’m nude beneath it.

His eyes darken as they peer into my robe before he growls, shifts in his seat, and then brings his gaze back up to mine.

“Not really. Just working on a deal with Chevrolet.” He tears his gaze from mine and peers back at his screen. It’s obvious that he’s doing his damndest to avoid looking at me.

“Hmm, that doesn’t sound interesting at all. Unless there’s a car in it for me?” I wink at him, biting my bottom lip.

His gaze drops to my lips and holds for a long moment before he tears them away. I smirk, knowing that I’m affecting him. My courage to seduce him is back and I can’t wait any longer.

“Can I see?” I ask, but instead of letting him turn the laptop screen toward me, I jump up and sit in his lap.

His entire body tenses as I stare at the screen in front of me, not giving a damn about what I’m looking at.

“Payton,” he growls, “what are you doing?” His octaves drop as he shifts beneath me. I wiggle my ass until I feel his dick press against my pussy perfectly. It’s the perfect angle to grind on him until he’s hard.

“Just looking at what you’re working on,” I lie.

“Um, maybe you shouldn’t, um,” he stammers.

It’s the perfect moment to move against him, so I do. Every inch of my body sizzles with excitement as I feel his dick grow beneath me. Fuck, I want to taste him.

“Don’t,” he groans as he grabs my hips hard.

I let out a small giggle, knowing exactly what I’m doing. If he truly wants me to stop, he’s strong enough to lift me from his lap and end it right now, but he isn’t moving a muscle. I’m totally winning this round.

Moving again, I reach down and place my hand on top of his, wanting to feel his hands all over my body. The piercings in my nipples tighten the harder my buds become, and I beg for his mouth there.

“S-stop fucking moving,” he growls again as his grip on my hip tightens even more.

There will no doubt be small finger size bruises on my hips tomorrow but I love it. I want to see them there.

“If you want me to stop then push me off,” I whisper as I peer over my shoulder at him.

This movement causes part of my robe to slowly cascade down my shoulder and reveal my nakedness beneath it. He doesn’t stand a chance the moment his dark gaze falls to my bare shoulder. He knows there’s nothing beneath it, and I can see how badly he wants to explore what I’m offering, but will he?

“I’m not a little girl anymore, Braxton. I know what I want.”

He lets out a low growl as he shifts beneath me, pressing his now rock-hard cock against my clit. A small moan leaves my mouth as his other hand slowly slides up my right side and snatches the other side of my robe before he pulls it down and leaves me topless on his lap. My robe pools at my waist as the cool air of the dining room licks across my nips, hardening them even more.

“I’m going to punish the fuck out of you, Payton,” he rasps into my ear, sending a wave of chills down my spine as my back arches.

This movement only tortures me more as my pussy slides against his hardness through his jeans. I curse the material between us, begging for that skin-on-skin contact.

His arms loop around my torso before he grabs my tits, massaging them in his big hands. The contact nearly makes me jolt from his lap as I bite my lip to stop myself from letting out a loud moan. I’ve dreamed of this moment for too long and now that it’s finally happening, I can barely wait a second longer.

Arching my back again, my tits press harder into his palms as he groans behind me. His fingers find my nipples as he pinches them lightly, flicking the tips over the metal pieces.

“Mmm, you’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”


I cream at his words as he continues to torture my nips. The longer he plays with my pierced nipples, the more excited I become. I’m seriously not going to be able to hold on much longer if he keeps up with this.

Reaching behind me, I slide my hand over his abdomen and feel his muscles twitch beneath my touch. A smile creeps onto my lips when he doesn’t stop me. I slide my hand beneath his shirt, going breathless when I feel how ripped his stomach muscles are before I feel the strip of hair leading from his belly button into his jeans. I follow the trail until I find the button of his jeans, releasing it quickly as his fingers pinch my nips harder.

“Ah,” I cry out before one of his hands leaves my tit and covers my mouth.

“Shh. We don’t want to wake the house,” he whispers into my ear.

I try to stay as quiet as I can while I continue to push my hand into his jeans. Moving my hips to his thighs, I finally reach what I’m looking for. His cock is larger than I thought it would be as my fingers have a hard time touching each other once I’m wrapped around him.

He hisses into my ear, pushing his hips upward as he strokes himself in my palm. A small bead of precum coats the tip of his dick as I rub my thumb over it, wetting it just enough to stroke down the backside of his shaft.

“Fuck,” he growls.

I can’t take it anymore. I have to feel him somewhere inside of me, whether it be my mouth or my throbbing pussy. Standing from his lap, I turn to find him staring up at me through hooded eyes as his gaze slides over my breasts, turning darker. I shrug my robe the rest of the way off, standing completely naked in front of him as I let him enjoy the view for just a moment.

But when I go to drop to my knees, he grabs my arm and shakes his head.

“As much as I want my dick in your mouth, I want to fuck you even more. Turn around.”

Excitement races through my veins as I do exactly as he instructs. I look over my shoulder and watch as he tugs his shirt over his head and tosses it aside before he goes for his jeans and briefs, pushing them down to his ankles. He grips his cock and slowly strokes himself, making me have to squeeze my legs together at the sight of him pleasuring himself in front of me.

He leans forward and grabs my hip, guiding me backward until I straddle him. His hand grips my ass before he presses his thumb against my asshole. I buck above him, biting my lip hard so I won’t moan out again.

“Sit down, Payton. Take all of me in, baby.”

I do as he asks, slowly lowering until I feel the tip of his dick stretch my wet opening before I sit down hard.

“Fuuuuck,” he draws out as I sink all the way down to his balls.

My juices coat his shaft and dribble over his balls as I pant, still holding back my moans. He stretches me so much that I have to hold my breath for a moment until I can stand to move.

“Lean back. Put your heels on my thighs.”


He chuckles, making a chill run down my spine at the huskiness of his tone. Before I can comprehend what he’s asking, he helps me put my legs into position and this only causes his dick to hit even deeper. I didn’t think that was possible.

Placing his hands on my ass, he lifts and drops me as the sounds of my pussy milking his dick surround us. A thin layer of sweat cascades down my back as he thrusts upward. My mouth falls open as I pant harder, but my thigh starts to cramp and I can’t hold this position any longer.

I put my feet down and stand up, turning to face him. He smirks up at me as he grabs his dick, slowly stroking himself. God, he’s gorgeous and I cann’t believe I’m fucking him right now. I straddle him once more, facing him this time as he guides his dick back into my pussy.

I slowly slide down on him, gripping his shoulders for dear life as I stare into his gaze. He grabs my ass cheeks, spreading me wide open before he slides his hand over my pussy lips.

“Mmm, fuck, I love feeling your tight pussy stretch for my cock.” He wraps his mouth around my nipple, flicking his tongue over my piercing.

My head falls back before my eyes roll into the back of my head. I ride him up and down, feeling every inch of him fill me to the max as I clench my pussy tighter around him. He lets out a small groan as I do so before I begin to lift and drop harder and faster on his dick.

“Fuck, you like it rough, don’t you?” He asks after he pops my nipple from his mouth.

I nibble my bottom lip, staring down at him as I whimper out my response, slightly nodding my head.

“You want me to take control, babygirl?”

“Fuck, yes,” I cry out.

He lets out another growl as he slaps my ass and lifts me from his cock. Standing to his feet, he bends me over the chair so that my ass is sticking out for him. He runs his hand gently over my ass before he slaps upwards, making me squirm as a dribble of my wetness runs down the inside of my thigh.

“I need you to stay quiet. Can you do that for me?”

I look at him over my shoulder and nod, watching his eyes go dark as he smirks. He grabs his dick, slapping my ass with it as I jerk beneath him and let out a moan.

“I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet and you’re already too loud. I’m going to have to keep you quiet.”

My pussy throbs at his absence as my eyes watch him slowly move away from me before he grabs my robe from the floor and tears the silk belt from it. His dick bobs as he walks, making my mouth water as he steps up to me and brushes my hair from my face. He gently runs his thumb along my bottom lip as I open my mouth and he sticks the silk belt in my mouth. Wrapping it around my head and mouth a few times, he ties it at the base of my skull as my tongue brushes against the silky fabric.

After he secures my mouth, he steps back behind me, and before I even know it’s coming, he rams his cock back inside of me. I see stars as I grip the chair tight and moan into the silk belt. My pussy clings to his cock as he slowly pulls out and rams back in, jolting my entire body.

I mumble, “Ohmygod,” into the belt as I look at him over my shoulder once again.

He’s smirking down at me as I notice a sheen of sweat running down his chest and muscular abs.

“I must admit that I’ve dreamt of this for a long time, babygirl,” he rasps as he pulls out and slams back in.

My eyes roll back again as I pant, rocking back and forth on him.

“Mmm, yeah, baby, just like that.”

He grips my ass cheek and holds steady as I move back and forth on him, taking his dick all the way in as his balls slap against my clit.

“You like fucking this dick?”

I nod, unable to use my words as I rock back and forth faster and harder, feeling my orgasm build deep inside my pussy.

He lets out a low growl before he grabs a wad of my hair and tugs my head back while his other hand grabs my jaw. His hard upward thrusts feel like he’s hitting my bladder but I know it’s my G-spot.

Within seconds, I let my pussy clench his dick hard as my orgasm explodes. My toes curl as I let out a long muffled moan and Braxton picks up the pace. He fucks me deep and hard until I can’t feel anything else. My juices slide down my thighs as my body slowly comes down, but I know he isn’t finished yet.

Pulling out of me, he circles to my front and tears the gag out of my mouth as he strokes himself. He grabs my jaw and pulls my mouth open before he slams his cock in my mouth. I instinctively begin to suck him like a milkshake straw as I feel his cum shoot into the back of my throat.

“Ah, fuck! Yes, baby, keep fucking doing that.”

He thrusts forward, brushing the head of his cock against the back of my throat as he finishes. Then he pulls out, grabs my jaw, and forces me to look up at him.

“Anytime you want this dick again, you know where to find me.” He lightly kisses my lips before he helps me stand on my weak legs.

After he helps me back into my robe, he dresses and sits back down in front of his computer. He gets back to work as if nothing had happened, and I leave the dining room with a huge grin on my lips with the remnants of our fucking between my legs running down my thighs. Happy fucking Thanksgiving to me.

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