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Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 72
ASTRIDA lesson?I feel myself on the verge of hyperventilating as he leans in, his breath fanning my neck and even though he hasn’t touched me yet I'm dripping. Whereas I should be mad at him not dripping for him!Well, that’s what Jordan does to me. I can’t stay mad at him when he’s so close that I can soak in his warmth, so close that I can see the line of his jaw and trace the contours of his face, with my gaze.I have to fight this even though I want him to fuck me until I'm sated. “Jordan,” I breathe out."You want me to fuck you like a whore, is that it?" he asks, his eyes darkening as they narrow on me while I swallow hard, realizing I have been back up against the edge of the desk.Jordan grabs my waist, hoisting me up and pushing me backwards onto his desk. Before I can orient myself, he grabs the hem of my gown, bunching around my stomach, tugging down my panties, and shoving it inside his pocket.He digs his fingers into my folds. “Look how soaked you are for me, Sweetn
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 71
JORDAN I hear a car pull into the driveway and immediately rise from my chair, making my way to the window. I’ve been restless since I got back from work and found out that Astrid was gone.Agatha had informed me that she left the house to go grab something and would be back soon. I kept on looking out the window, waiting for when she would return. I waited patiently all afternoon for her, but she didn’t come back and she wasn’t answering my calls either. I wanted to spend time with her, to make up for the way I had acted in the morning.I couldn’t concentrate on the meeting. My thoughts kept circling back to her, to the way things ended before I walked out the door.I ended up cutting the meeting short, rushing back to this house that I’d started to see as something else. Home. This house used to just be walls, a place to come back to at the end of the day. Now, it’s become so much more, and it’s all because of her.If I were asked where my home really is, I’d say it’s wherever A
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 70
ASTRID “Are you listening?” Brandon’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I jolt back to reality, blinking away the fog. I realize he’s been talking, and I’ve been…miles away, stuck in reverie.Brandon is staring at me with a furrowed brow. He called earlier, and I needed the distraction so my mind could stop thinking about Jordan. I decided to meet up with him and we’ve been sitting here in a coffee shop catching up. Well, Brandon ended up doing all the talking while I’ve been thinking about Jordan.“Yeah, sorry,” I say, trying to force a smile. He gives me a skeptical look, and I don’t blame him. I’ve been zoning out all afternoon.I shake my head, attempting to refocus, but my thoughts drift back to Jordan. He’s the one person who can make me feel like I’m on top of the world in one second, only to let my heart come crashing down the next.Right now, I’m more confused than I’ve ever been. I’m falling for him, head over heels, and it’s a dangerous fall. Because what James feel
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 69
JORDANI watch as Astrid stirs and snuggles closer. Her red hair splays across my white pillow as she breathes deeply, her body relaxes, her face angelic in sleep.She shifts a little, her eyes still close as her hand rests on my chest.She moves a little more and drapes her knee across my thigh. My cock pulses back to life, somehow even harder than before.My cock needs some wrangling, given that it’s been hard from the moment I got home last night and saw Astrid sleeping in my bed. I strip down my pants down to my knees, freeing my cock.I clench my eyes shut and let out a low grunt. Her little turning and tossing has left me in a fiery state of desire.I must tamp it down. Even though I want to bury my shaft into her, I have to let her recover fully. That’s why I haven’t touched her yet.I can’t help but smile, watching her eyes flutter open. I lean down and kiss her slowly, nipping her lower lips.God, I want her. I cup her breast and she gasps and whimpers. I flick her tight nipp
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 68
ASTRID "Do you want anything?"I practically jump out of my skin and spin around so fast, I'm surprised my head stays attached to my shoulders. My heart is racing, and it takes a second before I see Agatha standing there, a soft smile on her face. I let out a breath, one hand over my chest, trying to calm down.“I’m so sorry, dear,” she says, chuckling a little. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”I smile back, a little sheepishly. “No, it’s okay. I was just… uh… I wanted to try cooking something,” I say, shrugging.Her warm smile deepens, and then she winks, or is it my imagination? And then says, “For Mr. Remington?” I blush and she chuckles again. At first, when Jordan left me under her care, I’d been nervous about staying with her. I assumed she’d judge me for being with a man so much older, someone who could easily be my father. But then I noticed, there was no judgment in her eyes, only kindness and a genuine smile.I’d been a little shocked, honestly. Since then, she’s been noth
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 67
ASTRID It’s Dad. Shit. I panic looking at Jordan. He sees it too. My first thought is to ignore the call because there’s no way I’m letting Dad get in the way of this sweet moment.Sorry Dad, I love you, but this right here is a priority. However, Jordan doesn’t share my thoughts as he motions for me to answer it.Wait. What?“Go ahead.” He says, seemingly in his element, unlike the man raking havoc on my inside.“It’s my dad! And…. I can’t… answer it, not when you’re…”“Answer the call, Astrid.” It’s an order with a note of finality in it.This is insane, especially since I can’t stop moaning while he’s finger fucking me.I pull out my trembling finger from my fold and he doesn’t stop. I pick up the phone with a trembling hand.Any attempts of sucking in oxygen vanish when he slips another finger into my fold.He thrust them in a maddening rhythm. The friction builds hard and fast and rough.There’s no way I can speak to my father while I’m being finger fuck. Not when I can’t contro
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 66
ASTRID“But Jordan, it’s been three days! I can’t just sit around here doing nothing,” I say, barely keeping the frustration out of my voice.It’s been three days since I’ve been confined to Jordan’s place, with little to do except rest which is boring. I’m itching to get back to work. It would have been nice to have some work done while I’m resting but he won’t even let me near my laptop!“You’re on leave and all that is required from you is rest.” He says in a bored tone. Not again! I’m tired of going back and forth with this. “I mean, it’s not like I’m running a marathon. I just want to go back to my job,” I say, hoping to finally convince him.He turns to me, expression unwavering, and slips on his cufflinks. “Astrid, I already said no,” he replies, calmly.“Why?” I huff, trying to keep the frustration from boiling over. “I feel fine now. You don’t have to babysit me.”“Because you’re not fully recovered yet, and I’m not going to let you push yourself back into work too soon.” H
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 65
JORDAN I slip out of the room quietly, careful not to wake Astrid. She looks peaceful, finally resting after such a rough night, and as much as I want to stay by her side, I have an early meeting. It’s already past seven, and I can’t risk being late. This meeting is an important one and it can’t be rescheduled.I rake a hand through my hair, feeling very tired from staying up all through the night.Heading downstairs, I hear a faint clinking sound coming from the kitchen. As I step inside, I find Agatha, already bustling around.“Good morning, sir,” she says, looking up from the counter with a smile.“Morning, Agatha.” “How’s Miss Astrid doing? Still running a fever?” “She’s recovering,” I reply, grateful for the warm coffee already brewing. “Her fever broke, thankfully. But she’s still running a slight temperature this morning.”Agatha nods, a look of genuine concern in her eyes. “That’s good to hear. I was just about to make breakfast for you.”“That’s alright; I’ll handle it,” I
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 64
AstridI wake up with a gasp, my heart racing as I spring up in the bed but before I can fully sit up, I feel a hand, warm, firm and gently pushing me back down. For a moment, I freeze, completely disoriented.Where am I? "Lie back," Jordan says softly. "Just relax." I obey without question, sinking back into the bed. My body feels heavy like it’s been anchored to the mattress, though I can’t remember how long I’ve been here. The familiar scent of Jordan washes over me, grounding me. My body relaxes, and I let out a shaky breath.Flashes of memories came to me, Jordan mopping my skin with a wet towel... someone else’s voice, maybe Agatha? It’s all a blur. I remember being awake, sort of, but unable to open my eyes, like I’m trapped between sleep and consciousness.My throat feels parched. I raise a hand, weakly gesturing for water. Without a word, Jordan gets up and leaves the room.I stare down at myself and find I’m only wearing a T-shirt. Jordan’s. It smells like fresh laundry, a
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