RAW, WITH MY B, BEST FRIEND'S DAD Chapter 3

Marcus locked the bathroom door as soon as he entered. He pulled off his clothes and turned on the cold shower, trying to cool himself down.

He felt so disgusted with himself. He stared down at the hurting bulge between his legs, anger and embarrassment shooting through him. He was married...fucking married...and yet he was getting hard...fuck...

He ran his hands through his hair roughly as the cold water ran down his body, doing nothing to the heat in him. He shut his eyes in frustration, but regretted it immediately. The moment he closed his eyes, what played in his head was the sight of her pussy flashing at him, her exposed thighs... everything...

"Fuck..." He cursed again, both from embarrassment and pain. His palm wrapped around his cock, stroking roughly as he shut his eyes, cursing at himself in shame; he was stroking himself to the thought of his best friend's daughter...almost like his daughter, but here he was, palm wrapped around cock, stroking roughly like he was being chased.

Sweat dripped from his forehead down his chest despite the running shower. He kept stroking, cursing...her pussy flashed through his eyes again.

"Shit..." He hissed as his pace became frantic; his hips tightened, and he kept stroking till he finally came; his seed spilled around the tiled floor as his muscles finally relaxed.

After about ten seconds, his eyes wide, Ed said, what has he done?!! God... He turned off the shower, rushed into the room, got dressed and walked out. He walked to the parking lot, got into the car and drove off at full speed.

He needed to clear his head.

Nina sat in her room smiling, knowing that Marcus's body was reacting to her was satisfying; she knew what her move was and how she would carry it out.

  Marcus kept driving at full speed, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on his jaw. He had no destination in mind, just needed the deafening air that blows into the car.

He still had her on his mind; he still had every dirty image in his mind... everything.

He remembered when Nina and Sophie were kids, when he'd go pick them up from somewhere; their tiny chatter filled his head, so did her naked image.

"No, no, I..I can't be doing this...I can't be thinking of Nina that way...." He shook his head and drove straight to a bar. He sat by the counter and ordered a bottle of whiskey.

He poured the first glass, everything still in his head; he drowned it in one gulp. "You piece of shit..." He cursed, pouring himself another cup, "...get everything out of this fucking head..." He groaned.

"She could be...no...she's your daughter's best friend...she's like a daughter to you, practically family..." He mumbled, gulping down another glass. The whiskey burned down his throat, but that was all it did...he could only feel it in his throat...the images were still clear in his head.

He kept pouring glass after glass. Within minutes, the first bottle was gone. He could still feel his senses. That was not what he wanted. Having his senses meant he could still think...and being able to think meant he could still see her.

"Can I get a second bottle, please...?" He called to the barman.

The barman stared at him. "Sir...you just finished a—"

"I said give me a second damn bottle...!!!" Marcus yelled. The barman flinched, nodded quickly and brought out a second bottle.

He kept pouring. Halfway through the second bottle, his vision blurred, his body felt hot, but the images were still vivid. Every time he shut his eyes, her body flashed through his mind and sent a signal straight to his groin.

He was about to gulp down another glass when the barman stopped him. "I'm sorry, sir...but I can't let you have this..."

"What the fuck? Let it go!!" Marcus yelled.

"I can't." The barman took the bottle and glass away.

"Give me my damn drink!!!" Marcus yelled, swinging his hands across the counter.

"Sir...calm down..."

"Don't tell me to calm down! Don't.... I need to forget...I wanna forget every dirty image of her...I wanna forget every fucking thought in my head that wants her pinned to my bed while I....arghhhh." Marcus held his head as a sharp pain struck his skull.

He managed to pull out his wallet, drag out some cash and place it on the counter. He raised his finger, pointing at the barman,n intending to say something, but nothing sensible came out of his mouth. He eventually gave up and stumbled out of the bar.

Outside, he couldn’t find his car. Not because it wasn’t there...but because he couldn’t see it. He rushed back in yelling. The barman sighed, followed him back outside to help him find his car.

The barman eventually took his keys and realized the keys had a panic button all along; he shook his head at how drunk Marcus was. He pressed the panic button, found the car, and ended up driving Marcus home.

  Nina knew Marcus was out, but she decided to stay up for him even when it was already late into the night. Sophie and her mum had already gone to bed earlier.

Not long after, the door pushed open, and Marcus staggered in. Nina quickly rushed up to meet him by the door. She held him by his sides and helped him in after thanking the barman.

She closed the door and helped Marcus to the couch.

"I'm not drunk...I just wanna forget..." Marcus mumbled.

Nina smirked. "Forget what? The sight of my pussy in your face or...the dirty things you wanna do to me...?"

"Both..." Marcus answered drunkenly.

Nina smiled. She walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water for him. "Here, drink this..." She said, placing the cup to his lips while he drank slowly.

Nina placed the cup on the table and watched him mumbling, "I shouldn't want you...I shouldn't be thinking of you that way...I shouldn't..." His next words were cut off as he fell forward, right on Nina, his mouth directly on...

...her nipple.