Attention! This is a continuation of my previous book: SEDUCING MY DAD’S BEST FRIEND…. Please if you haven’t read it. Please do…for better understanding of this amazing part. ———— (Aged Gap) “God, you feel incredible,” he murmured against my lips, his breath hot and intoxicating. I moaned softly, the sound escaping before I could contain it. It was a mix of desire and longing, a plea for more. His hands explored my curves, tracing the outline of my body, igniting every nerve in me. I gasped as he pressed his body against mine, the hardness of his c*ck a reminder of just how real this was. “Mattias,” I breathed, my voice trembling. The way he looked at me, with those intense eyes, made me feel seen in a way I had never experienced. “I want you.” He smiled, a wicked grin that made my stomach flutter. “Then let’s not waste any more time.”
View MoreAttention! Dear readers, this is a continuation(a part two) of my previous book; SEDUCING MY DAD’S BEST FRIEND.
Please I’ll advise you go finish it first before continuing with this one, for better understanding. Thank you! :) —————————— SHIMMA’S POV: I yawned, gently opening my eyes to the morning sun. I felt Mattias's hand wrap around my belly as he cuddled me tightly. He was still fast asleep, but as soon as I tried to get up, he pulled me closer. “Good morning, baby,” he said softly, kissing me behind my neck. “Good morning, sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up,” I whispered, but he smiled. “You didn’t.” He pulled me even closer, his lips finding mine as he began to kiss me deeply. “Hmmmn,” he groaned, deepening the kiss as his hand began to trace down my chest. But I pulled away from our kiss, whispering to him, “My parents.” For the first time ever, I woke up next to Mattias in my parents' house. It felt so surreal. But having sex with Mattias here wouldn’t be comfortable for me. But I don’t think that was a problem for Mattias, because he took my lips in his again, whispering softly into my mouth, “We’ll be quiet?” His hand found my face, cupping it as he deepened the kiss. I kissed him back, running my hands through his hair. But then came... “Knock! knock!” A loud knock, just as I expected. “Breakfast is ready, sleepyheads!” my mum yelled. I turned to Mattias, meeting his eyes as he was staring at me. I smiled, staring back at those beautiful eyes of his. And in that moment, the realization of everything began to sink in. In a few months, my dad’s best friend was going to be my husband. And nine months later, I was going to give birth to our child. A few months ago, I would have never thought this was going to be possible, despite everything that tried to pull us down. We finally overcame it. “I love you,” I whispered softly to him. “I love you more… more than life,” he said. Slowly, he began to lean in for another kiss. But something made us jolt back in fear. “Arghhh!!!” A loud scream came from downstairs. It was unmistakably my mother's voice, but what was going on? Hurriedly, we both got dressed, making our way downstairs to the living room, where the noise was heard. “Mum!” I screamed, unable to understand why my father was lying on the floor unconscious. “Mum, what’s wrong? Father!” I yelled, terrified at the sight of him. “Derry? Derry, wake up,” Mr. Mattias tapped on my father, but he wasn’t responding. “Mum, talk to me. What happened?” I said, my breath heavy as tears began to stream from my eyes. “I—I don’t know. He was about to take his seat at the dining when he fell and lost consciousness. he didn't slip or anythin, he just held his chest and fell,” my mum said. Terrified. “We need to call the ambulance now. Or no, Shimma, get my car keys. I’ll have to rush him to the hospital now,” Mr. Mattias said. I got up, tears blurring my vision as I made my way upstairs. I could feel my heart pounding heavily, almost to the point of jumping out of my chest. “Please, God, let Dad be okay, please,” I kept praying in my heart as I shakily grabbed the keys and headed back downstairs. ——— We arrived at the hospital, where they rushed my father into the emergency room. Luckily, his pulse was still responding because Mr. Mattias had checked it earlier. But how did everything go from being so good to getting so bad? Seeing my dad yesterday, he seemed perfectly fine. How would he go unconscious just like that? As far as I knew, he wasn’t sick or anything. We all waited patiently for the doctor to tell us what was going on because we were all clueless, and it was driving me insane. “It’s okay, Shimma, he’s going to be fine,” Mr. Mattias said, pulling me close as he wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly. His words felt like reassurance to not just me but himself. My dad was his best friend, and I was certain he was as scared as I and my mother. I turned to glance at my mother, crying bitterly. Her eyes were red and swollen. The sight of her alone made my heart sink deeper. All I wanted at that moment was for my dad to be okay. Please, God...I heard my tummy growl, and in that moment, I realized I wanted something else—something entirely different.---As I sat there, my gaze fixed on the TV, an idea struck me. I had just the right plan to get Lucas to leave and have Mattias all to myself.When Lucas brought my fruit juice on a tray along with some cookies, he placed it on the table. “Here’s your appetizer,” he teased, but I couldn’t find it funny—not after yesterday.Just as he was about to head back into the kitchen, I called out, “Mattias!” My voice brightened with excitement, making Lucas pause in his tracks as he turned to me. “What if we have a picnic instead? We could take the ice cream and cake outside!”There was a moment of silence, then I heard Mattias chuckle. “That sounds like a great idea! I would love that,” he responded enthusiastically.Lucas’s expression shifted, a hint of reluctance showing. “I’d love to join you guys. It sounds fun!”A knot tightened in my stomach. “Actually, I was thinking it could ju
SHIMMA’S POV.I was about falling asleep when I felt someone’s hand run through my back. With my eyes wide in fear, I turned on the lamp, turning to see if it was Lucas. But it wasn’t. No one was there.I shifted my gaze to Mr Mattias, He was fast asleep by my side. Seeing him, I felt a calm of relief washed over me. I must have been overeating. There was no way Lucas could come into this room when Mattias was with me.I turned off the lamp, pulling towards Mattias as I cuddled him tightly. And with that, I drifted back to sleep.LUCAS’S POVI stood nude in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at my half hard pennis especially my ball that well hanging down between my legs due to its wetness from the shower.I began to fiddle with my Cock that didn’t hesitate to to react by getting harder and dressing up. I began to feel even more horny as the thought of continuing burned my flesh.First I began to slowly caress my thighs, my butt, my chest. All around me, however touching my Penis
SHIMMA’S POVWhile sitting at the dining table, I noticed Lucas constantly locking eye contact with me. Which made me feel uneasy; because if Mattias caught on, I knew he wouldn’t take it lightly.Yet, Lucas seemed indifferent. He barely touched his food.“So, Shimma, I just heard you’re expecting a baby soon. A big congratulations!” Lucas said, breaking the awkward silence, and I smiled, glancing at Mattias, who also smile warmly.“Thank you so much,” I replied, taking a sip of water.“I really can’t wait to be an uncle you know, I really love kids!” Lucas added, and we all shared a laugh.———After dinner, I decided to wash the dishes while Mattias took a shower upstairs. Lucas stayed in the living room, watching TV. Doing the dishes was my only escape.As I was scrubbing the plates, I felt a presence behind me. I turned to find Lucas leaning against the door, hands in his pockets.“Mind if I come help you?” he asked casually.“No, don’t worry. I’m almost done,” I said, smiling at h
SHIMMA’s POV**It’s been hours since I arrived home—Mattias's house.I decided to make dinner since he was normally the one to cook. He would constantly tell me not to stress myself or the baby. He also instructed the help not to cook because he wanted to do it himself.As a great chef, I understood it wasn’t a big deal for him, and cooking was also part of his love language.But today, for the first time in a month, I decided to make him something.“Buzz buzz!”My phone buzzed with a message, and when I picked it up to see who it was, I saw it was Mattias, probably informing me he was on his way home.I tapped on the text, and it read: “I’M ON MY WAY, SWEETIE. LUCAS IS COMING ALONG WITH ME. I JUST WANTED TO INFORM YOU. LOVE YOU SO MUCH, XOXO. (With a heart emoji)”I frowned, remembering my last conversation with Lucas. Seeing him was going to be so uncomfortable, but telling Mattias that I didn’t want his cousin over seemed wrong. After all, I was sure he understood what I meant when
SHIMMA’S POVOne month had passed since my father fell ill; three weeks had gone since he died.I often found myself staring at the walls of our home, searching for signs of my father. The silence was deafening and unbearable. I could hardly believe this was happening.My mother had retreated into her sorrow, and I felt the weight of her grief pressing down on me. I wanted to comfort her, but I was struggling to carry my own pain.Mattias, on the other hand, had been my rock, offering support and love when I needed it most. He tried to fill the void that my father’s absence left, but no one could replace him. No one.One evening, as I sat on the couch, I picked up my phone and hesitated before dialing Mattias’s number. I needed to hear his voice, to feel grounded again. When he answered, his familiar warmth washed over me.“Hey babe,” he said calmly. “How are you doing today?”“I’m... okay, I guess,” I replied, though I could feel the tears welling up. “It’s just so hard without him.”
After waiting for hours, We were finally asked to go see my father, who had just regained consciousness.Despite how much I wanted to see him, hold him, hug him. I found myself standing by the door, my heart beating so hard that I felt I would pass out.“Shimma, your father wants to see you,” Mr. Mattias said to me, gently holding my hands and leading me into the ward.Once my eyes landed on my father, I started crying again. Worse this time.“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” Mr. Mattias said while patting my back. But nothing could stop the stinging pain I felt inside. I didn’t see this coming—I didn’t.“Shimma,” my father said. His voice strange. Soft, weak. “Dad,” I replied, covering my mouth with my palm, trying to stifle my sobs. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice barely audible.“No, Dad! I’m sorry, I’m sorry for not noticing you were sick. How could I not know that you had undergone heart surgery? How reluctant was I not to notice?” I cried out, each word laced with guilt.“Honey,
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
Comments