Wanting my dad’s best friend

I arrived at Damian’s home at 7 p.m. that evening, a bottle of rosé cradled in my hand. Valerie shrieked the second she opened the door, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Girl, it’s been forever. I missed you so much,” she said, her warm breath brushing against my neck.

I chuckled, easing back so her face came into full view. “I missed you too, Val. Sorry I haven’t come around. It’s been crazy since I got back.”

She nodded, tucking my hair behind my ears. “Yeah, I get it. My dad told me about your engagement. He’s an asshole, Ava. You deserve better.”

I smiled softly. “Yeah, I know. But no need crying over spilled milk. Here. A little peace offering.” I handed her the bottle and watched her eyes sparkle.

“Apology accepted. Well, make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.”

As she left I decided to check out the house. Not much had changed since the last time I was here. It was safe to say this place had always been my second home, especially when my dad was away.

“Valerie, whose car is in the—”

His voice called out as the front door opened and he walked in. The moment his eyes landed on me he froze, like he had just seen a ghost.

“Hello, Damian,” I said, grinning as I collected the takeout bags from his hands and headed to the kitchen.

“Ava, what are you doing here?” he asked in a hush tone, trailing behind me.

I shrugged and turned to look at him. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m bringing out—”

“Don’t play smart with me. You know what I’m talking about.” He interrupted between gritted teeth, closing the space.

I chuckled, unfazed. “Well, I’m here for Valerie. So you can relax. All right?” I added, flashing my brightest smile.

Before he could answer, Valerie walked out.

“Hey, Dad! I didn’t hear you come in.” She hugged him, though his eyes stayed pinned on mine the entire time. “Look who decided to show up after so long.” She squealed, linking her arm through mine.

Damian smiled briefly and nodded. “You girls go on without me. I need to shower first.” And just like that he headed upstairs.

I smirked, pulling out a seat as we dove right into the food. We talked about a lot of things—school, life, relationships, everything. After dinner I suggested we watch a movie, because I knew that was the best way to knock her out fast. Barely an hour in, she fell asleep. I cranked up the volume and slipped away into Damian’s bedroom.

I locked the door and that’s when I heard the water running, and something else. My name, being called out in raspy breaths.

“Fuck, Ava… yeah. Just like that. Take that cock into your pretty mouth and choke on it.”

I couldn’t believe my ears so I walked toward the bathroom. There he was, stroking his cock with one hand, the other braced against the glass for support. Even through the steam-fogged glass I could see how long and thick it was. Immediately my pussy clenched and heat pooled low between my thighs.

I bit my lips to prevent any sound from escaping, then headed back out. A couple of minutes later he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“You know, for a man who talks a lot about what’s right and what’s not, you sure do know how to moan my name like you’re starving for it.”

“Holy shit, Ava! You shouldn’t be in here.” He shrieked, turning so quickly that the towel slipped. My eyes immediately darted to his cock, still throbbing, the pink head glistening and my pussy clenched again.

I stood, walked toward him, and stopped a few inches away. Then I began stripping, one piece after another. His eyes never left my body; they stared hungrily until I was completely naked.

“Are you sure about that? Because from what I heard a few minutes ago, it doesn’t seem like that’s what you want.” My gaze slowly travelled from his eyes down to his cock and back up.

Without thinking I wrapped my hand around him and began stroking. His breath stuttered as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

“Ava, stop—you shouldn’t—”

I didn’t let him finish. I smashed my lips against his. A small moan escaped me as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I increased the pace, stroking him faster. He lifted me off the floor like I weighed nothing. The second my back hit the bed his mouth was on my nipple, sucking and licking while his hand furiously pinched and squeezed the other. His fingers found my clit, rubbing in circles before sliding inside. I gasped, my entire body arching into his touch.

“You really are a pretty piece of trouble, ain’t you?” he growled, as his warm breath brushed my neck which sent a shrill down my spine. He trailed kisses lower, before settling below my abdomen.

When he lifted his eyes to mine they were filled with something that made me wetter. Hunger and lust tangled into one. His lips found my opening and he gave it one slow, brutal lick. My eyes fluttered shut as stars burst behind my eyelids. He continued, alternating between rhythm, while my cries filled the room.

“Look at you, all wet and dripping. Waiting for me to ruin that pretty pussy.” He drawled, lifting my legs onto his shoulders. As his fingers slid in that upward motion, it hit my G-spot which left me dizzy and burning at the same time.

“Tell me Ava, how bad do you want my cock to stretch that pretty little pussy of yours?” He asked, rubbing the tip slowly against my entrance.

“I want you so fucking bad,” I managed, meeting his eyes. “I want you to fuck me senseless until I’m a dripping mess. I want you to wreck this pussy until I’m screaming your name.”

Almost like that was the cue he needed, his eyes turned feral and he thrusted fully inside me. I gasped, struggling to take him in. He was bigger than anyone I had ever had—certainly bigger than my ex. He pulled back just enough for me to catch my breath before thrusting again, deeper. My breath caught in my throat as I gripped the sheets. He began pounding faster, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the air.

“Fuck, Damian! Yes…yes. Right there. Show me how badly you wanna ruin your best friend’s daughter’s pussy.” I cried between gritted teeth, gripping his hair with my free hand.

He flipped me over, my back perfectly arched, and slammed in again. He pulled my waist higher and kept that rhythm—slow pull-outs followed by hard, deep thrusts. My legs trembled violently as my juices spilled down my thighs.

Just then a knock sounded on the door. “Dad? Have you seen Ava?” Valerie’s sleepy voice drifted through.

I watched the way he froze. “Uh, no, baby, I—I haven’t. Maybe she already went to bed.” He managed the words while I slowly moved in and out of him, his hand tightening on my ass.

When her footsteps disappeared down the hall I turned to him, smirking. “Do you still think this is a bad idea?”

He leaned in and whispered, voice barely audible. “Stop talking, Ava, and let daddy ruin you.”

He rammed in fully, and that was when I realised he was in this just as deep as I was. And it was too late to turn back now.