Erotic Daddy Shorts

By Annika Paige

Yes, Daddy:
My vacation didn't start out as planned when my best friend had to back out. Now I'm stuck at the beach by myself. At least, that's what I think until I walk in on the man who has starred in all my recent fantasies. I've lusted over a man I can't have for several years, but now that we're alone, I'm taking what I want. I've never submitted to a man like I do him, but I don't want to tell Damien no. The fact that he's much older than me isn't the only problem. I'm not sure how Tiffani will feel when she finds out I'm sleeping with her dad.

Please, Daddy:
The last person I expected to see at my new job is Reese Cavanaugh. I've been flirting with my dad's best friend for years, and as much as he tries to deny it, I know he wants me. Working at a strip club I see plenty of men, but the only one I want is the one who is completely off limits. But I've never done what I'm told, so I'm going after what I want.

More, Daddy:
I know I shouldn't, but I've wanted Malachi Ward since I first laid eyes on him. He's much older than me and has me feeling things I'm not used to…oh, and he's my boyfriend's dad. Now, we're alone, and it seems he feels the same and once we give in, there's nothing stopping us. Being with my boyfriend's dad is not the smartest thing I've ever done, but after one taste, there's no going back.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Annika Paige
• Release date: Apr 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223235156

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Erotic Daddy Shorts

EROTIC DADDY SHORTS

ANNIKA PAIGE

Erotic Daddy Shorts

Copyright ©️ 2023 by Annika Paige

All rights reserved.

Cover designed by Ashley Zakrzewski at Zakrzewski Services

Formatted by Evie Burks

Edited by Quinn Ryder at Ryder Editing and Renea Porter at Proofreading by Renea

This is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places and events are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblances to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except for the brief quotations in a book review.

CONTENTS

Yes, Daddy

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Please, Daddy

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

More, Daddy

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Afterword

Dedicated to everyone who enjoys a little daddy spice in their life!

YES, DADDY

1

This vacation with my best friend is exactly what I need after a long as hell year at school. I haven’t seen Tiffani since last year when she came home for the summer. She’s been on the west coast for college, but is moving back to Chicago to finish her degree.

We decided to fly out to Delray Beach to stay at her dad’s house to kick off the summer. He’s gone for the week on a business trip, so we’ll have the entire house to ourselves. Her parents divorced our last year of high school and he decided to move out here to open another hotel. He and his best friend, Reese Cavanaugh, own the Lancaster-Cavanaugh hotels. The man is wealthy as sin and the sexiest man I’ve ever known. I was a bit disappointed when Tiffani told me that he’d be gone this week, but it’s probably better this way. Damien Lancaster can never know the lustful thoughts I have of him.

I walk outside of the airport, and I’m immediately assaulted by the Florida humidity. I plan on spending most of my time in Damien’s pool, and when I’m not in the pool, I’ll be sitting beside it with a drink in my hand. 

I pull my suitcase down the sidewalk in front of the building and stop at a bench, fishing my phone out of my purse.

Tiff: Hey, babe. I’m so sorry but something came up last minute, so my boss asked me to stay an extra week before going home. Dad will be gone, so enjoy a house to yourself!

What the actual hell? Why couldn’t she tell me this before I got on the plane to come out here? Not that staying in Damien’s house by myself will be a hardship, but still. I’m not sure how he’d feel about me being there without her.

I’m annoyed with my best friend, so I decide against texting her back, but order an Uber on my phone instead. I’ve never been here before, so I have no idea what I’m going to do by myself for the week, so while I wait, I search for things to keep myself occupied.

Twenty minutes later, I’m on Damien’s doorstep. His place is even more enormous than I realized. I’d seen pictures of his house, but they didn’t do it justice. Why a bachelor needs this much room for himself is beyond me? Although, I’m sure he entertains plenty of women.

I shiver at the thought as I punch in the code on the lockbox and retrieve the key.

I push the door open and step into the entryway and my mouth drops. This house is even more gorgeous on the inside. 

I lock the door behind me and then pull my suitcase down the hall leading to what I’m assuming is the kitchen, but stop in my tracks when I see Damien standing in front of me, his back toward me. He’s covered in only a towel, which causes me to have to cross my legs to keep myself from moaning.

God, he’s delicious.

He has his head down, looking at something on the counter in front of him, so I clear my throat to get his attention. I should have probably turned around when I first noticed him, but I never claimed to be very intelligent. 

Lexi? Damien asks when he spins around to look at me. What are you doing here? Tiff said she wasn’t able to come this week.

I shift on my feet uncomfortably. Uh, well. She didn’t tell me that until I was already here. She said that you’d be gone for the week, and that it was still fine for me to stay here.

He runs a hand through his hair, his muscles more defined by the movement. I follow a droplet of water as it tracks down his body, and I’m sure his cock is even better than I’m imagining. When he notices me staring at him, realization dawns on his face. 

Fuck. Let me go get dressed.

He heads toward his bedroom, and I groan in frustration. I was enjoying that view way too damn much, but I’m still disappointed that he felt the need to cover himself up.

I take in more of his house and notice a few pictures of Tiffani and him together. But besides that, it looks like a complete bachelor pad. 

He returns in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black shirt that does nothing to hide his amazing pecs. The man obviously works out on a regular basis. The gray specks in his dark hair make him even sexier than I remember. I know these thoughts are wrong, but I can’t control them, especially with him standing in front of me looking like a freaking sex god.

I snap out of it and shake my head when I notice him looking at me, a questioning look on his face. 

I can go stay at a hotel. Unfortunately, I can’t go home until next week when my flight is scheduled.

No, that’s not necessary. I’ve got plenty of room, and will be at work most of the time. He points toward a hallway opposite of the one he just came from. Help yourself to any of the rooms off that hall.

Are you sure? I really don’t want to be a burden? I’m lying. I would be devastated if he made me stay somewhere else. Plus, I really don’t have money to throw into a hotel. The fact that I was staying here for free was the only reason I could afford this trip.

He grabs his phone and wallet from the counter before looking at me again. I’m positive. Make yourself at home. I have to run to the hotel for a few hours, but I’ll be back tonight.

Without another word, he heads toward the garage and the door closes behind him, leaving me alone in his house.

2

I’m exhausted after my flight. Once I finish unpacking my things in one of the guest rooms, I throw myself on the bed. I loaded a bunch of books on my iPad for the week, but I know I won’t be able to focus on any of them, knowing that I’ll be sharing air with the man I’ve had a huge ass crush on since high school. Tiffani’s parents were young when they had her, making him only eighteen or nineteen years older than me, but that doesn’t make this situation any less wrong. I know I should text her and let her know that I’ll be staying here with her dad, but I don’t. If she doesn’t like the idea, it’ll ruin my week, and I don’t want to risk not being able to stay with Damien. 

I groan in frustration as I cover my face with a pillow. As wrong as it may be, I can’t control the way I feel. It probably doesn’t help that I haven’t had sex since the summer when I was home visiting, and ran into an old guy friend from high school. We both had way too much to drink and ended up screwing in the back of his truck. It was awful because we were crammed so tight in there, and I had a backache the entire next week. And to top it off? The asshole didn’t even give me one single orgasm. So, yeah. These thoughts I’m having about a much older man are completely justified. At least I’m going to keep telling myself that. 

I try to take a nap, but my mind won’t settle down, so I decide a dip in the pool is just what I need. School was extremely stressful, and I deserve a week away from reality to start the summer. Damn the consequences. As far as my best friend is concerned, I’m at her dad’s house by myself, and she never has to know any differently. That probably makes me a shitty friend, but right now, I don’t want to think about that. 

I find my all-white bikini buried at the bottom of my suitcase and quickly put it on before heading outside. Damien’s pool is massive, which shouldn’t surprise me one bit after seeing his monstrosity of a house. 

I dip one of my feet into the water to check the temperature, and the coolness feels amazing. I look back toward the house, remembering Damien telling me he’d be gone for a while, so I reach behind my back and undo the tie of my suit, letting the top fall to the ground. I know I’m being careless, but I won’t lie and say that the thought of Damien catching me naked doesn’t turn me the hell on. 

Next, I slip my bottoms off and my pussy throbs, thinking about the man I can’t have. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t make myself feel good thinking about him. It wouldn’t be the first time. Although, this is the first time I’ve been so risky about it. 

I dive into the water. When I resurface, I float on my back, staring up at the sky.

Thoughts of Damien are never far from my mind, and the next thing I know, one of my hands reaches down to my core, and my fingers stroke through my folds. I’m already wet and not because of the water.

I get to my feet, continuing to pleasure myself, but now I’m somewhat hidden if anyone were to come into his backyard. 

The idea of being caught makes me even hotter, and my fingers work faster as I lean against the side of the pool, my head resting on my free arm. 

I pump in and out of myself, knowing that if I keep this up, I won’t last much longer. 

Images of my best friend’s dad in only a towel with water sliding down his body are at the forefront of my mind, and I envision what sits just below the thin material.

I imagine my finger is his cock, but I know that the feel of my single digit is nothing in comparison as to how he’d make me feel. 

Yes, I chant, rocking into my hand, and it’s a miracle I’m able to keep my head above water, as I’m lost in ecstasy. 

My eyes close on their own accord and I’m unable to think about anything besides the fact that I want Damien to fuck me, and I wish it was his hand touching me instead of my own. 

I hear a door open in the distance, but I’m too far gone to care. This is the most pleasure I’ve felt in a long time, and there’s no way in hell I’m stopping now.

God, yes! Damien. I grunt into my arm as my orgasm washes over my body, causing me to shake in pleasure around my fingers that are now coated in my juices.

Once I come down from my high, I breathe heavily as my vision comes back into focus, and I look up at the house to see the man I’ve been fantasizing about staring at me, his breaths coming in rapid succession. 

The bulge in his shorts doesn’t go unnoticed, and neither does the lust in his eyes. The thought of turning him on makes me ready to come again, only seconds after coming back from my earth-shattering release. 

I’m not sure what I should do after being caught completely naked and vulnerable in his pool, so I fall back into the water to cover myself, but I can tell it’s too late with the way he’s looking at me. It’s obvious he’s already gotten an eyeful. 

What the hell are you doing? he demands, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

You… you said you wouldn’t be back for a few hours. 

And that explains why you’re in my goddamn pool, finger fucking yourself as you yell my name?

His words are harsh, but I can tell he’s turned on at the vision in front of him. I thought my feelings towards him were one sided, but clearly, I was wrong. 

I reach for my suit sitting on the ground beside the pool, and hear him grunt when he gets a full view of my boobs again, eliciting a grin that spreads across my face. He can deny it all he wants, but he wants me just as much as I want him.

3

D on’t, he says as I grab my suit, making me release it from my hold. "Leave it