Color Me Pretty: A Father's Best Friend Romance

“You may have days where you fight to remember that, but I’ll happily be there to remind you what you do to me.” Grabbing a fistful of my cock, I started working it, letting her watch me jack off as hunger rose in her gaze. Her thighs squeezed together as a bead of precum escaped my tip when I tightened my grip and twisted in the perfect place, while imaging her hand was doing the work.

“Tell me you believe it,” I demanded of her, panting, and twitching in my palm.

She sat up on her elbows, eyes still trained where I touched myself. “I know I’m beautiful, Theo. I’ve worked a long time to get to that point. And I think…I think there’s a lot of work to be done that I may need help with, but that doesn’t mean it’s because I can’t believe it on my own.”

“You should be proud.” I bent down and captured her lips again, grazing our tongues and drinking her in as I built up closer to my orgasm the quicker I jerked myself. “I need to be inside you so fucking bad, sweetheart, but I need to clean myself up first.”

She squirmed, wrapping an arm around my neck, and pulling me down on top of her. “I want you now.”

Groaning, I stopped her. “I’m covered in paint and I want to feel what it’s like to have your pussy vice grip my cock. Are you still on birth control?”

If she wasn’t flushed before, she was now. I remembered the day she went on them because she asked Mariska to take her to the doctor when she admitted to me her cramps were bad. If I thought she’d be comfortable, I would have driven her to the doctor myself, but the situation didn’t call for my assistance at the time.

“Yes.”

I pecked her lips. “Come on.” Standing up, I reached down for her hand. Her eyes traveled over her skin as she bit her lip, fingers dancing over the paint splotches covering her. I couldn’t help but grin. “Don’t suppose you could just snap a few pictures of yourself and submit that as your project, huh?”

Her laugh was light as she smacked my chest, the blush still blooming over the apples of her cheeks. “You want my professor to see me naked? Really?”

Hearing that aloud made me pause. “I hope I’m the only one who gets to see you naked.” Backing her out of the room, I nipped her bottom lip and guided her carefully to the bathroom down the hall. My hands found the light switch as hers palmed my chest and grazed down my stomach, fingering the trail of hair leading to the part of me that was screaming to bend her over and thrust into her until I bottomed out.

She looked between me and the shower, grinning before stepping away from me and changing direction to the vanity on the opposite wall. Hanging above it was a large mirror that I instantly noticed her eyes avoided as she wet a washcloth under the faucet.

“Della—” Before I could say anything, she was in front of me with her back turned to her reflection and her hand wrapped around my cock gently washing it off. Hissing over the soft strokes, I bucked into her, burying my face into the crook of her neck, and biting down trying not to shoot my load as she worked me. “Fuck, that feels good.”

Kissing up her neck and jaw, I backed her up until her ass hit the edge of the counter. Grabbing the cloth from her, I checked myself over before wiping my hands and tossing it on the ground, moving hair out of her face.

“Turn around.”

Her eyes widened.

“Face the mirror.”

Her throat bobbed. “Theo, I—”

“You want my cock, Della?” I asked, palming between her legs. I teased her entrance, circling where her wetness seeped then moved my fingers around her clit until her eyes fluttered closed. “Want my hard dick in there instead of my fingers, sweetheart?” The more I talked, the crazier with need I became. I’d wanted those things and it was the very first time I admitted as much. If Anthony were alive, if he were free and around to know my thoughts, he’d happily go to prison if it meant putting me six feet under because of what I wanted to do to his daughter. I wouldn’t have stopped him either.

Her moan was soft as she nodded. Words were beyond her—the need was too strong, and I wanted to happily indulge in everything she fantasized about in that pretty head of hers.

Grazing her ear with my lips until shivers racked her spine, I said, “Then look in the mirror and watch me while I fuck you.”

Her fingernails dug into the countertop until they turned white, but the squirm of her hips and the parting of her lips told she wanted to watch me pleasure her.

“Please,” I whispered, grazing her cheek with my lips. Intertwining our hands, I peppered kisses down her jaw and nipped at the skin of her neck until she gave me more access to taste the salt on her skin not covered in paint.

Hesitantly she turned, her ass brushing against my dick, feeling how hard it was. It jerked, causing her to suck in a gasp as she bent with the help of my guiding palm.

“That’s it,” I praised, kissing her shoulder blade. One of my palms massaged her ass cheeks, spreading her and letting my finger dip down the seam until I found her puckered hole. “I can’t wait to play with all of you.”

She shuddered, causing me to grin against her skin as I moved downward to insert a finger into her entrance. Bucking, she said, “Theo. Please. No more teasing.”

I kissed her back again and palmed my dick. “Look at your reflection and tell me what you see, Della.”

Her head lifted and met her eyes in the mirror. They flashed with lust when she saw me standing behind her, her body bent over the counter ready for me. Paint still covered most of the top half of her, my handprints evident in the mess, fingerprints dipping down until they disappeared past what the mirror showed. “I see my father’s best friend about to finish what he started a year ago,” she panted.

That was all it took before I bit into her shoulder and exchanged my fingers for my cock at the tight hole beckoning me. “Way too long,” I told her, parting her legs and filling her in one hard thrust. The sound she made went straight to my dick as I pulled out and greedily pushed back in. “I’ve wanted this for too long and I don’t give a fuck what that says about me right now.”

I held onto her hips as I entered her over and over, jackknifing until the sound of our skin slapping and her arousal fueled me to wrap one arm around her waist and another in her hair. Twisting slightly, I tilted her head back until her eyes locked on the way my hips thrusted faster into her from behind. “What do you see, Della?”