Sweet Babysitter (A Virgin Single Dad Romance) Page 3

  I quietly head up the stairs and make a right into the master bedroom to change into something easier to run in. Everything in the house was decorated for me, so I can’t say I hate it, but I haven’t gotten around to personalizing the space whatsoever. There are still a few boxes around from when we moved in at the end of August. Back when I first heard that Andrea was going on a book tour and I would be in charge of the girls, I decided to purchase this place. It had a great school district, it had more space than a downtown bachelor pad, and most importantly, it was good for a family. I was determined to make sure that they would enjoy living here, hopefully enough that they would enjoy coming back for visits. Our custody was supposed to have been split evenly, but both Andrea and I agreed that with the amount of work I was doing, it was better to just have the girls visit me on the weekends. Slowly as work took over, they came over less and less, until it was just the holidays. I’m still making up for it to this day, but there’s no point in making so much money in my business if it didn’t get me the one thing that mattered: family. So I spent a fortune to purchase this house, with the hope that it would be a fresh start.

  After I throw on a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts, I leave the master bedroom and check on the girls. Just as I thought, they were in the playroom. It was the smallest bedroom in the house, but it had a beautiful picture window that overlooked the back yard. I could see Amanda at the chalkboard, drawing out her letters as Penny sat, scrunched, into the small plastic chair meant for kids. The way the sun hit her face made her glow, her bee stung lips pink and rosy. Those are the kind of lips I’d fantasize about having wrapped around my cock, or opened wide in a breathy moan as I sink into her pussy. Her breasts were large, stretching the buttons in her blouse with each breath just enough for me to imagine more. Her shapely legs were tucked to her side, her hands resting on her lap. She looked demure and innocent despite the sexiness of her body, and it made me have second thoughts. Should I really be destroying that purity? The dad lusting after the babysitter is a cliché I never thought I’d entertain.

  Best leave before I’m caught ogling from outside the door. I back up and head down the stairs, then down again to the basement. High windows along the wall make the space seem lighter than it truly is, and I’ve got a small gym set up on the far side. The first thing I do are some lunges and squats. While I don’t go outside as often as I used to, I do like to keep in shape so that I’m able to enjoy the few times I do get out. And hopefully once we’ve finished our expansion, I can finally sit back a little and enjoy the fruits of my labor. The girls, especially Amelia, are getting old enough that they can go on some trips with me, hopefully instill in them some of the love for the outdoors that I have. Maybe then they could understand why I work as hard as I do.

  After that is a quick routine to hit all of the major muscle groups, including burpees, tricep dips, plank, and the rowing machine. Next I jump onto the treadmill, and increase the incline so that by the end of twenty minutes, not only am I sweating, but I’m too exhausted to even think about screwing Penny for the next few hours. I head upstairs to take a shower.

  The girls and Penny are back in the living room when I finish.

  “Hey,” I say, “how’s it going?”

  “Penny’s the best,” Amanda says, beaming.

  “Great. I was wondering if anyone wants to go and get some frozen yogurt to celebrate?” I keep my gaze on my daughters.

  “Yes!” my youngest screams, pumping her hands up and down.

  “Sure,” Penny says with a smile. “I love froyo.”

  I turn to my oldest.

  “Whatever,” she says, crossing her arms.

  Better than refusing.

  We grab jackets for the girls, and pile into the car. It’s only a short drive away. They decided to create a new mini shopping district, and one of the first places to open was Fruity Yogurt, a local business. Since it’s a weekend, there are already two other families gathered together eating. I help Amanda with her cup, mostly because if she had her choice, she would go for the biggest she could. Out of the corner of my eye I see that Penny has chosen two flavors, peanut butter and chocolate.

  “Get cookies and cream, daddy,” Amanda advises. “That way I can have some too.”

  “Of course,” I say with a laugh.

  The two of us walk over to the toppings station where an assortment of fruit, candy, and cereals have been laid out.

  “There’s no mochi!” Penny says.

  “Right?” Amelia says, vindicated. “They don’t have popping boba either! And they call themselves a froyo place.”

  “It is quite a shame,” she agrees.

  Amelia shoots me an accusing glare.

  “The place by our old house had mochi, and popping boba.”

  “And pocky,” Amanda chimes in sadly.

  “Penny knows what I’m talking about,” Amelia says, turning to her babysitter. “Did you know that dad hasn’t ever had froyo before?”

  She says it as though I’d been living under a rock. She’s not really wrong.

  “Everything was better at our old house,” she concludes.

  Here we go again. It seemed that no matter what, every conversation with Amelia would lead back to this. Nothing here at the new house could compare with the old house. I understood it of course, but it’s frustrating to hear that no matter what you do, it couldn’t be appreciated because it wasn’t the old house. Not that Amelia could understand the reasons for being living here instead of her old house, not the least because her mother was no longer there. I’d like to make the trip more often, but with almost an hour and a half commute to get to where they used to live, it just wasn’t always practical.

  Penny’s eyes dart between the two daughters.

  “Well, there are still some pretty good things here,” she says, pointing towards one of the little trays. “Like cut up mango and pineapple. It’s usually rare for these places to have so much fresh fruit. Why don’t we try some of that with the syrup Amelia? It could be like a tropical slush.”

  “I’ve never

  Thank god for Penny. She turned around what could have been another disaster. I watch as she talks with my older daughter. Amelia is actually smiling. What the hell? How is she able to get through to her when I’m her father? All I’ve gotten are glares and attitude, and yet Penny and she are getting along as though they’ve been friends for years. I don’t get it.

  Still, it is nice to see my daughter’s beautiful smile again. Even if it’s not for me. Maybe having Penny around will finally crack Amelia’s icy exterior and I can have my baby daughter back.

  Kane

  What a rough evening. I loosen up my tie and throw it down over the couch. When Louis told me his wife wanted to set me up with someone, I was wary. I love the guy, but his wife and I don’t get along. Nothing wrong with her, but nobody gets along with everybody. Luckily I don’t see her much outside of the Christmas dinner at work. But if the woman was his wife’s friend, chances are we probably wouldn’t get along either. And I was right. Putting aside the interest more in my Reserve credit card than my hobbies, the way she tried to shove her breasts in my face at every opportunity left me cold. There was a time that might have worked on me, but these days, I find the gentle sweetness of innocence is what I turn to when I’m stroking my cock late at night.

  Quite honestly, it’s Penny that I’m turning to. Her heavy breasts, her thick thighs, and her creamy skin that lies waiting beneath the layers she’s got on. I want to run my hands up her legs, push them open and taste her. It drives me crazy every night.

  The house is dark, but Penny isn’t on the couch reading like she usually does when the girls have gone to bed. Since it’s a Friday, I figure they might have stayed up to watch a movie. I pad downstairs into the basement, but it’s quiet. Reversing course, I head upstairs. No light shows beneath Amelia’s door, but Amanda’s has the warm glow of a lamp. I quietly open the door.

  Inside Penny and Amanda ar
e cuddled together on the bed. She’s got her arms around my daughter, encasing her in safety. They’re reading a book, Penny’s fingers skating over the page as she finishes. The dim glow has set her hair aglow it seems like, catching rich strands of gold among the copper. She looks like an angel.

  I step forward just as they read the last words and close the book.

  “Daddy, I had a bad dream,” Amanda says.

  I come inside and sit on the small bed, leaning in to hug my daughter as she breaks away from Penny. The scene feels cozy and intimate, and I feel a tug deep down in me I can’t explain.

  “Penny made me feel better.”

  “Just a few stories to chase away the bad thoughts,” she explains.

  I kiss Amanda’s forehead.

  “Do you think you’re ready for bed, or do you want another one?”

  “I’m okay I think,” she says. She doesn’t sound the least bit afraid anymore.

  “Then goodnight sweetheart.”

  Penny gets up, and I tuck my daughter into bed again. Kissing her again on the cheek, the two of us quietly back out of her bedroom and turn off the light.

  “I’m sorry about that,” Penny says once the door is closed. “I don’t like to keep her up, but she did seem quite afraid.”

  “Don’t be. The girls are lucky they have someone who cares about them so much.”

  The two of us are in the hallway, but it seems like there’s hardly any space. My hands tighten at my sides, fighting the urge to pull her to me. To squeeze handfuls of her round ass as I grind my erection against her belly, her pussy. The hunger I have for her, the hunger that’s been building up now for weeks is unbearable. She’s here, inches away from me. She bites her lip, rooted to the spot. She feels it too, the desire crackling between us. I want to break the tension, but if we take this step now… Maybe I should have seen this coming, when she first appeared and stirred up feelings inside of me that have been dead since Andrea and I first dated. Maybe ignoring it has made it grow stronger, until I can’t possibly resist.

  I take a step closer, and Penny’s eyes grow wide. Pure. She’s so damn pure that I almost can’t quite ruin it all. Almost.

  My hand reaches out, touching her cheek, sliding down around her neck, tilting her towards me. Her skin is soft as silk, just like I imagined, warm and pulsing. I lean in and capture those lips in a kiss. She gives a little gasp as I taste her, sweet as strawberries in summer. Her hands clutch onto my shirt as I kiss her again, and again, pushing her up against the wall. My tongue slides past her lower lip, tasting her deeper, her tongue shyly meeting mine. God I want her. My body eases between her, my cock finally finding relief and frustration as I grind myself against her. It’s so fucking warm between her legs, her leggings thin enough that I can almost feel her cunt. My hand reaches for her waist, slides over her ass, just like I’ve fantasized. They’re firm and round and plentiful, and she squeaks when I give it a squeeze.

  She’s perfect.

  I have her pinned to the wall now, and I’m not able to let go. I kiss along her jaw, down to the soft skin of her neck. I lick her- I can’t help it- tasting her soft skin, before gently tugging at her earlobe. She tilts her head away from me, giving me permission to continue. I can already imagine how delicious the rest of her is going to taste. I suck gently on it, trailing down her neck. I want to mark her as mine in some way so she’ll remember.

  We break for air, our breathing ragged. She’s trembling in my arms, delicate as a flower.

  “Penny,” I say, voice hoarse. “You have to know if we do this, I can’t have the girls knowing.”

  Her eyes meet mine in confusion.

  “They’ve had a rough year. I have no idea what’s going to change in terms of custody. They might go back to their mother, they might not. I don’t want them to grow attached to you, to think there’s more than there really is. It’ll have to be our secret.”

  Not to mention the fact that fucking a nineteen year old at my age would probably lead me to lose custody.

  “I can keep a secret, Mr. Morrison,” she whispers softly, her cheeks reddening.

  “Good. And you really must stop calling me Mr. Morrison. It’s Kane,” I say firmly.

  “Kane,” she says, her pouty lips curving up into a smile.

  With one smooth motion, I scoop her up into my arms. No damn way I’m going to let my girls accidently hear what’s going to happen. I want to make Penny scream my name, and that’s best behind closed doors. Even though she’s got meat on her bones, she’s not hard to carry. Or maybe I just want her that fucking badly. We go into my bedroom, and I kick shut the door. I want to rip her clothes off, but my brain still has enough control to turn around and lock the door. But then it’s on.

  I unbutton my shirt as I walk back towards her, and I love the way her eyes follow each button. Throwing that to the side, I unbuckle my pants, strip that off with my socks. Her eyes are wide as saucers, riveted to my cock straining against my boxer briefs. Has she never seen a man naked before?

  There’s a tinge of fear in her expression and I have to grin.

  “Are you worried it won’t fit?”

  She gives the slightest of nods.

  “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure it does,” I promise.

  I climb back onto the bed. I haven’t had a teenage pussy in years, and I’m damn well making sure that I savor it. I kiss her again, and my hands go underneath her blouse, helping her take it off. She’s got a black lace bra on, sexier than I expected on someone like her. The semi-sheer material shows just a glimpse of her rosy nipples, pink and hard. I reach behind with one hand and unhook her bra, toss it aside. Her heavy breasts heave as I release them, her tits cotton candy pink and ready to be sucked. No wonder every shirt she wears strains at the breast. They’re massive, bigger than my hands can hold. My mouth closes around one nipple, and I’m rewarded with a sigh. I roll the other nipple between my fingers, pinching until she gasps and arches her back against me. I’m not staying long though. I dreamed about her pussy for long enough that I have to see it.

  Now.

  Slowly I tug off her black leggings, revealing black panties with lace trim. The wet material clings to her pussy, gleaming and wet. I stroke a finger over it and I’m rewarded with a sigh. Slowly I pull those off too. Her legs instinctively snap together. I raise an eyebrow.

  “Sorry,” she mumbles. “It’s just, I’ve never let anyone see…”

  I knew that she was inexperienced, but suddenly I’m struck by a thought. Jesus, does she still have her virginity?

  “Penny, am I going to be taking your cherry?”

  She squeezes her eyes shut and nods, embarrassed. The confirmation, instead of scaring me, makes my cock throb harder. A real honest to god virgin in my bed. I couldn’t believe it. At her age, with her body and beautiful personality… how had she not been snapped up by some guy already? I’m luckier than I could imagine.

  “You don’t want me,” she whispers.

  Immediately I give her a kiss.

  “Of course I do,” I tell her. “But we can’t have none of this.”

  I gesture towards her still sealed shut legs.

  “Because if I’m taking you, I’m taking all of you Penny. You understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl.”

  I slide back down the bed, and even though she understands, I have to be the one to push her legs apart. The view of her young pussy is perfect. She’s almost completely bare except for a blonde strip down the middle. Her curls are glistening with wetness already, a drop of her dew already forming just above her lips. She’s glossy and wet, her pink folds just begging to be licked clean. I can smell her sex, sweet and heavy as I force her legs even wider. Even then she’s tight, her little slit barely showing between her cunt’s wet lips. God this is the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. But I steady myself, lean in to take a slow lick. She’s shaking beneath me, my hands holding her legs still as she tries to push them together again.
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  “You’re delicious Penny,” I murmur against her.

  “Oh!” she moans.

  I breathe in the smell of her, stronger now that I’ve got my face pressed against her snatch. I lick her again, faster now, unable to hold back now that I’ve finally got what I want. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to taste a woman’s cunt, and I want it bad. I’m going to have Penny all to myself every single night this week, I know it. Now that I’ve had some, I won’t go without it again. My tongue licks deeper inside her channel, scooping out honey as fast as she drips out. She’s gasping my name out loud, her hands scrabbling through my hair as I tongue fuck her little teen cunt. I suck on her fat clit, sending shivers through her body as my fingers push her swollen folds apart so I can reach in. Her cream’s covering my face, dripping off my chin, but I don’t care. I want more. Her hips jerk up towards my mouth, trying to make my strokes go deeper inside.

  “Oh yes, just like that,” she whimpers. “Just like that!”

  My tongue moves faster inside of her, and I can feel her tensing up. Her pants speed up, her speech blurring together as I build her up. With one last lick, her whole body tightens and releases, cumming hard over my face as she rocks her hip into me one last time. I don’t stop, drinking every last drop in she arches her back, sucking on her clit to send another burst of pleasure through her body. Finally I let up, kissing down her thigh, licking up the juices that overflowed onto the legs. I pull off my boxers, my cock springing out and hanging low it’s so big. Penny sits up to see, and she swallows hard as her eyes fall on my cock, all nine inches of it, veiny and leaking with cum. My hand grips my cock, slides up and down a few times, letting Penny accept what’s coming her way.