Best Friend’s Forbidden Father: Part 4

“Get in here, Ava. Now.”

Marcus’s deep voice echoed from the living room the moment Sarah’s car pulled out of the driveway. My heart raced as I walked down the stairs completely naked, just like he’d texted me to be. The house felt different tonight, dangerous, forbidden.

He was waiting on the couch in nothing but black boxers, his muscular body relaxed but his eyes burning with hunger. “Look at you,” he growled, standing up slowly. “My daughter’s best friend, walking around my house naked like a little whore while she’s at work.”

“Marcus… this feels so wrong,” I whispered, stopping a few feet away. “This is the couch where Sarah and I always watch movies. We eat popcorn here. We talk about boys here. And now…”

He didn’t let me finish. He grabbed me by the waist, spun me around, and bent me over the back of the couch. My breasts pressed against the soft cushions where Sarah and I had laughed and cried together so many times.

“Exactly,” he said, voice rough as he kicked my legs apart. “That’s what makes this so fucking hot. I’m going to ruin this couch for you, baby.”

His thick cock rubbed against my already wet pussy from behind. I gripped the cushions tightly, guilt crashing over me. “She’s my best friend… we’ve been friends since freshman year. If she ever found out what we’re doing on her favorite couch…”

Marcus thrust into me hard, burying every inch in one brutal stroke.

“Ahh! Fuck!” I cried out, my body jolting forward.

“She won’t find out,” he groaned, gripping my hips as he started fucking me deep and rough. “Not unless you tell her how much you love getting fucked by her dad right here where you two gossip about boys.”

The sound of his hips slapping against my ass filled the living room. Every thrust pushed me harder against the couch. The emotional weight of it made everything feel dirtier. This was where Sarah and I had our sleepovers. Where we painted our nails. And now I was bent over it, moaning like a slut while her father destroyed my pussy.

“Marcus… slower,” I begged, even as I pushed back against him. “I feel so guilty… but it feels so good.”

He laughed darkly and smacked my ass hard. “Guilty? Your pussy is creaming all over my cock. You love betraying your best friend, don’t you?”

“Yes… fuck, I do,” I moaned, shame and lust twisting together inside me. “I’m such a terrible friend.”

He fucked me harder, reaching around to rub my clit. “That’s right. Such a terrible, dirty friend. Tell me how much you love getting fucked where Sarah sits.”

“I love it,” I gasped, voice breaking. “I love you fucking me on her couch. Oh god, I’m gonna come already…”

“Not yet,” he growled, pulling out suddenly. He spun me around, lifted me up, and pressed my back against the living room wall. My legs wrapped around his waist as he slammed back inside me.

“Marcus…fuck!” I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. He pounded me against the wall, deep and relentless, his muscular body holding me up easily.

“You’re mine now,” he grunted, biting my neck. “Every time you come over to see Sarah, I’m going to sneak you away and fuck you like this. Understand?”

“Yes… yes, I understand,” I moaned, my breasts bouncing with every thrust. The guilt was still there, heavy and sharp, but it only made me wetter.

He carried me to the kitchen without pulling out, still fucking me as he walked. He set me down on the kitchen island, the same one where Sarah and I made late-night snacks, and spread my legs wide.

“Touch your clit while I fuck you,” he ordered, slamming back inside.

I rubbed myself frantically as he pounded me on the counter. The pressure built fast and overwhelming.

“I’m coming…Marcus, I’m coming so hard!” I screamed.

My orgasm exploded through me. I squirted violently all over the kitchen island, my juices soaking the counter where Sarah and I had eaten cereal together just yesterday. My whole body shook as wave after wave crashed over me.

“Fuck yes,” Marcus groaned, fucking me through my orgasm. “Look at the mess you made. Such a dirty girl.”

He kept pounding me, sweat dripping down his chest, until he buried himself deep and came with a loud groan, flooding my pussy with thick ropes of hot cum.

We were both panting, covered in sweat, his cock still buried inside me when my phone buzzed on the counter. I reached for it with shaky hands.

It was a text from Sarah.

Sarah: Hey babe, leaving work early. Be home in 15 minutes. Can’t wait to watch that new movie with you! ❤️

My eyes widened in terror. “Marcus… she’s coming home early.”

He pulled out slowly, cum dripping down my thighs, and smiled darkly. His eyes gleamed with that dangerous hunger again.

“Hide in my closet,” he said, voice low and commanding. “I want to fuck you again while she’s right outside the door.”