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In Bed With Daddy’s Best Friend Is a compilation erotic stories containing irresistible steamy, fun, naughty, dirty, filthy , sex with daddy's best friend, sex with best friend’s Daughter, forbidden marriage, young adult and age gab romances etc. If you're not up to eighteen then this book is not for you. Get ready for the ultimate erotic excitement... To Feel sin ————- Oh. My.Fuck. Her pussy leaks hot pleasure all over my hand. I push my finger in deeper, moving it faster, as her entrance gifts me with even more wetness. The head of my cock is burning with anticipation of feeling her hot slit. When her orgasm is over, I grab her hips and pull her into my lap, grinding back and forth. “I need your pussy,” I growl in her ear. “I need to fuck you. I need to own you. Fuck. I need you.” “Wuh-wait,” she moans. “I can’t. Not like …”Not like this. Is that what she was going to say? “I’m a virgin.” She says it quickly. I keep grinding her for a second, then pause when I realize what she’s just told me. My hands sink deeper into her hips. “What?” I growl. “Virgin,” she snaps. “V-I-R-G-I-N. ------------------- ***FULL BOOK STARTS HERE *** Gwyneth I’m officially an adult now. Or that’s what I like to think. Dad definitely still considers me a little girl that he needs to protect at all times. I can sense him watching me, even when he’s out of sight. Especially during the moments when I plan to do something he doesn’t approve of. Ever since I showed up at his door when I was less than one day old, Kingsley Shaw has made it his mission to protect me at all costs. It didn’t matter that he was seventeen going on eighteen and in high school at the time and had no damn clue how to raise a kid. Especially a naughty, active one like me. He still singlehandedly raised me while he went to college and then law school and passed the bar. Let’s just say that toddler me didn’t exactly make Dad’s college life easy, but he never once made me feel like he was absent. I’ve always been a well-loved daughter, albeit lonely, with a brain that suddenly becomes blank for no apparent reason. The therapist Dad took me to says it’s depression. I call it an empty brain that no therapist can cure, but that’s not the point. The point is that I was loved but never spoiled or treated as if I were royalty just because my grandpa was rich or Dad owns a law firm. He’s still strict as fuck and gives me a curfew—that I will hopefully get rid of today. I tell my dad’s friends that I’m going to grab something to drink. I don’t really have many of my own friends, so Dad usually brings his. When I do invite my classmates, they get super intimidated by all the hotshot businessmen and political figures that are present, so I stopped making them and myself flustered. I don’t like my birthday anyway. It reminds me of the day when my empty brain was born. And the woman who gave it to me. Anyway, I walk among the crowd, forcing smiles. They don’t come naturally to me, not like they do for Dad. Many things he excels at are my weaknesses, such as physical activities, charisma, and a complete brain, I guess. What I’m good at, though, is multitasking, so I don’t have any trouble running my gaze over all the people present while smiling and playing my birthday girl role—the role I play every year for Dad. My dark red dress clings to my skin, but that has nothing to do with the perspiration after so much moving around. I resist the urge to wipe my sweaty hands on the material. Not only is it designer, but I also chose it carefully, so I’d look like an adult. It molds to my curves and shows off my waist, and it also has a deep V-neckline, accentuating my breasts and teasing some cleavage. I even sacrificed my favorite white sneakers for the black high heels that are currently murdering my poor feet. But it’s all for nothing if I can’t find him. My nape heats and strands of my long hair stick to my neck and temples. The more distance I cross, the more I clink my nails together. Almost everyone Dad knows is here,almost, because my step-grandma is never welcome in Grandpa’s house, per Dad’s words. Andhim. The man I’ve started to look for in a crowd when I have no right to. After what seems like forever, I throw my weight on the swing Dad made for me and put in the backyard near the second pool when I was a kid. My gaze gets lost in the lights shining from the water, and I release a long breath. The area is lit by lanterns and countless strips of fairy lights hanging between the trees, but it’s still dim compared to the front of the house. My heart feels a little bit bruised, stomped upon, even though I have no actual logical reason to feel this way. But what is logic anyway? Dad says all the good things are a little jaded, imperfect. Illogical, even. I’m not supposed to wallow in misery on my long-awaited eighteenth birthday, but here I am. Swinging back and forth in the wake of the destruction that’s happening in my chest. I had great plans for today. Not because I like birthdays, but because this one is special. This one means I’m officially no longer a child. But my most important plan was aborted before it was even implemented. I retrieve my phone from my bra and scroll to the photo album named “Memories.” I find a picture from my first birthday, where I was squealing in Dad’s arms while Uncle Nate was trying to grab me. Nate. Not Uncle Nate. He’s Nate. I run my fingers over his face and pause at the jolt that zips through my entire body. It’s been some time since I started feeling these weird zaps whenever I see him or think of him. He even started appearing in naughty dreams that made me sweaty and wet and I had to relieve myself in the middle of the night. That’s why he can’t be Uncle Nate anymore.
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He’s not even Dad’s friend or the man who’s more powerful than the world. He might be a senator’s son, but he’s so much more than that.He owns half of the world and eats the rest of it for breakfast.“There you are.”I freeze, my hand tightening on the phone. Did I maybe gain wizard abilities for my birthday and conjure him up?That’s stupid, of course, because I can feel the warmth his body always emanates and smell his cologne. A little bit musky, a little bit spicy. A little bit…wrong.I shouldn’t know him by his smell alone or be able to recognize him among the dozens of people crowding our house. I shouldn’t have heated ears and a throbbing neck just because I heard the deep, rough tenor of his voice that’s only meant to say firm, serious things.A voice that I’ve started to dream about despite my damn self.And now, he’s behind me.And that means he can see my phone.I jolt, hugging it to my chest, and in hindsight, that’s such a bad idea, because now I’m thinking about him bet
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Why would the king of the jungle look in the direction of a stray cub when he has countless lionesses by his side?The breaking sound in my chest that I felt when I thought he didn’t show up returns and I dig the edge of my phone into my ribcage as I struggle to maintain a neutral façade.This would be the perfect time for me to stuff myself with some vanilla ice cream or a milkshake while I hide in the closet.“Happy birthday, Gwyneth.” He reaches into his pocket and produces a small blue box and tosses it my way.I let the phone fall to my lap so I can catch it. Receiving a gift from him is almost enough to make me forget about his words. About the apathy everyone in the media talks about.Almost.“Can I open it?”“Sure.”I didn’t even open my other presents, but the ones that I have from Nate are always first on my list. In the past, he’s always gotten me toys and books. This isn’t the packaging of either of those.Inside, I find a gold link bracelet with a scale charm hanging from
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“Did you change your shampoo, Gwen? It’s still vanilla, but is it a different brand?”I roll my eyes as I pull back. He has a super sensitive nose, like he can smell when I’ve had a drink behind his back, even after I brush my teeth and consume copious amounts of mouthwash.“I mixed two brands together. Seriously, Dad, you have a weird sense of smell.”“It’s for when my angel decides to drink when she’s not supposed to.”I make a face and Dad ruffles my hair, sending the auburn strands flying.“Not the hair!” I jerk away and smooth the stubborn thing down.“You still look beautiful.”“You’re only saying that because you’re my father.”“You got my genes, Angel, and that’s not something trivial. Anyone would find you beautiful.”Not Nate.A jolt rushes through me for just thinking his name. It takes all my resolve to say goodbye to Dad without turning a furious shade of red.After he leaves, I sit on the steps, place my milkshake beside me, and grab my bracelet. The one he gave me for m
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