MIGUEL TAYLOR POV

As Nina left the kitchen, my mind flashed back to what happened the time we were eating, when she sucked the mess on her breast sexually. My dick practically got hard at the sight of the erotic display.

It took all the effort i had to keep my eyes off her breast, but of course i failed at that.

“all my gosh, what is wrong with me? She’s my daughter age mate.”

I tried to distract myself from the shameful thought.

I had to get away from her.

The urge to grab her by her throat and bend her over the dining was tempting me as we ate earlier.

At that moment, I knew I would do anything to see her perfect, peach-shaped ass bare for me, the glistening juices of her arousal dripping past her slit as I pushed in with all my might.

It took everything in me to leave the Kitchen and walked to my room .

Running my fingers through my hair in frustration, I groaned before letting my hand slide down my face.

I have got to stay away from her. She has no idea what she does to me.

Since the moment she had gotten here, I had been toying with her. Testing her to see where her mind was. It may have been wrong, but something about her drove my internal desires crazy.

The primal creature in my soul cried out to claim the prize he sought.

From the soft plump look of her lips down to the large dip of her breasts, I wanted to taste her. I wanted to have her thick thighs wrapped around my face as I devoured the very essence of her being.

She was everything I desired in a woman, and I swore the gods had sent her before me to taunt me. To get me to break my oath and prove to me I am not the dominant man I so thought I could be.

She may have not realized it, but without even touching me sexually, she was wrapping me around her slowly. A feeling I hadn’t allowed to happen in so very long.

Yet, there was no way to stop it.

Standing in the middle of my room, I took a deep breath and headed towards my bedroom.

A cold shower and a stiff drink were what I needed to calm my racing mind.

Without wasting any more time, I entered.

NINA’S POV

I felt so restless. All I want at this moment was to be around Mr. Taylor.

I loved the way his eyes undressed me at the dining table.

I bite on my lip feeling so horny. I took my phone and came out of my room.

I walked through the hallway heading towards the stairs.

However, as I looked out into the hall, I noticed Mr. Taylor bedroom door open and the sound of running water.

Did he intentionally leave the door open?

I knew I should have just minded my business walked away, but then again, I couldn’t stop myself from pushing forward towards his room.

Be nice, close the door, and go back to the living room, Nina.

The mantra repeated in my mind, but the closer I got to his open door, the more curious I became. My racing heart all but stopped the moment I saw his naked form in the mirror's reflection behind his bed.

Oh sweet, Jesus.

His perfectly sculpted body stood under the hot caress of the water, with soap running across his body. He seemed to be lost in thought about something, because before I knew it, his hand was running down to his thick erected shaft.

I couldn’t believe I’m seeing this again, but as if he knew I was watching this time, his eyes went to the mirror and locked with mine.

F*ck!

He didn’t seem to care, though. Instead, he stepped towards the glass shower door and opened it for a clearer view.

His hands stroked over his thick erection while a taunting grin slid across his lips. Almost as if he was waiting for me to join him.

Waiting for me to drop to my knees and take him into my mouth.

I wanted that too. I wanted him to f*ck my mouth and use me in so many ways. Yet, that was wrong of me, I knew. Here I was, watching my friend’s father stroke his cock again, and I was more than turned on, but something forbidden brought me to my senses.

I ran towards my room and slammed my door. My beating heart felt as if it would burst with how nervous I was over being caught.

I was no better than a Peeping Tom, and yet, everything about what I saw I wanted.

Never in my life had I seen anything more beautiful than the thick cock he concealed between his legs.

That night, I didn’t see it clearer since it was dark.

He was hung like a horse, and I knew he knew how to use it.

With fidgeting hands, I paced around my room, trying to calm my racing mind.

Mr. Taylor caught me watching him in the shower, and I had no idea what was going to happen next.

Was he going to throw me out? Would he tell Lydia?

Something deep inside me told me he wouldn’t, but I wasn’t sure.

Shaking my concerns from my mind, I flipped off the light and climbed into bed. The last thing I needed to do was to keep reeling over Mr. Taylor, my best friend’s incredibly sexy father.

*******

As I slept, the feeling someone was watching me awakened me. I wasn’t sure what it was about this house, but no matter what, I couldn’t help but feel like his eyes were on me, no matter where I went.

The red flickering light of the alarm clock let me know it was somewhere close to one in the afternoon, and as I rolled over, I froze in my place.

Mr. Taylor stood by my closed door with a glass in his hand and his eyes on me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked as I quickly sat up in bed.

The sensation of how I felt earlier came crashing through me ten fold, realizing that he had been watching me while I wore nothing but a thin black nightie that left nothing to the imagination.

As a sinful smirk crossed his lips, my heart skipped a beat. “You were watching me earlier. I felt it was only fair.”

I i hated the sun for concealing my facial reactions because I knew, without a doubt, I was as red as a tomato from embarrassment.

“I–” Mr. Taylor held his hand up quickly, cutting me off mid-sentence before he walked towards me.

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Nina.”

“No, I do though,” I stammered. “I don’t want you to think I’m some weirdo.”

Laughter escaped him at my comment before a twinkling glint in his eye portrayed something else. Something that made my core clench with anticipation of what he was going to do.

“I told you before, Nina, I’m not like the guys you know. I’m far more… dangerous.”

“I don’t care.” The breathless remark escaped me almost instantly before I had even thought about what I was going to say. “I mean—”

“Stop, I like your first response better,” he grinned. “You express yourself better under pressure.”

“I don’t even know what to say to that–” I admitted.

“Then tell me this,” he replied, stepping closer towards me. “What is it you desire?”

I didn’t need to think about that question to answer it, but as much as I wanted to blurt it out, I hesitated, staring deep into his eyes. He was only within arm’s reach of me, and if I went down this road with him, there was no telling what would happen.

“To feel pleasure like no one has ever made me feel before. I want to be your sex pet!. I want you” I said.

The corner of his lip twitched at the sound of my response, and I knew right away what I said affected him.

“Is that something you can do?”

Taunting men wasn’t something I was used to doing, but there was something about him that brought out the devil in me. Something about him made me want to do terrible things.

“I could do very terrible things to you, Nina,” he whispered.

“I want all of that!” I replied and before I could get a response back from him, my lips captured his, taking his breath away.

He was too shock to respond and broke it.

“You should be punished for kissing me"He said and I giggled.

“Yes Sir. I want to be punished” I chuckled.

“you think I am joking with you? Now strip and bend

over my lap." His voice was commanding and i loved it.