RAW WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S DAD Chapter 4

             —NEXT MORNING—

  As much as Nina had always wanted his mouth on her nipples, she still gently pushed him away last night, laying him on the couch with a blanket over him while she watched him sleep and eventually went to her room.

She'd rather have him rip her apart when he's sober, in his right senses, than take advantage of his drunken state.

Marcus was the type of person who gets drunk and remembers everything he did the morning after. And right now, he's panicking in his room, pacing to and fro even when every other person was already downstairs about to have breakfast.

He remembered, not the words he said in the bar, but the last thing he did...he...his lips on her fucking nipples!!

How was he supposed to face her? How was he supposed to face his wife and child? Will he go join them at that table, eat, and joke as if nothing happened? What if she tells his wife? What if she thinks he was trying to take advantage of her?

Several thoughts ran through his mind, and sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Dad, aren't you coming down for breakfast?" Sophie's voice called from outside the room.

"I'll be there in a bit." He replied. He cursed under his breath before walking out.

Nina, Sophie and Sophie's mum were already at the table, food untouched, probably waiting for him. He took his seat at the head of the table. "Good morning." He greeted as he picked up his fork.

"Good morning." Sophie and her mum greeted back, digging into their meals too.

"Good morning, Uncle Marcus. How are you doing?" Nina asked with an innocent smile on her face.

Marcus froze; he slowly raised his eyes to her, searching through her eyes to find any hint of anger or anything pointing to last night, but he found none. "Good." He replied shortly.

  Nina kept stealing glances at him throughout the meal, and every time she raised her head, she found him staring back at her, not her face, but her chest; then his lips would move before he looked away.

Nina smirked; she deliberately picked out this dress just for him. Her tits were pushed out; her nipples were hard against the thin fabric since she had no bra on.

She raised her legs under the table and slowly ran them up his leg. Marcus froze mid-meal; he raised his gaze to her and found her smirking, then realization hit him... she...she knew what she had been doing all this while? Her actions were... deliberate?

               —THREE DAYS LATER—

  After Marcus had realized Nina wasn't naive but calculating, he began avoiding her. He answered her greetings coldly; at times, he didn't bother to answer; he refused to look into her eyes; he avoided alone moments with her.

But with all this, he knew what he still did; he knew he still checked her out; he knew he still bit his lips when he saw her in those excuses of clothes she usually wears...he knew he still stroked himself more than once a day with her name on his lips when he cums, imagining her licking every drop of cum he released. Even at work.

He was gone, and he knew it; he was mad at himself, but he was still unable to stop his wants. He didn't even need her naked before getting hard; one glance at her and his cock was already receiving signals.

  That night, Marcus decided to stay late at the office. Even when all his employees were gone, he remained there working, trying to drown himself in work instead of thinking about cuming with her on his mind. His plan was to go home very late that night so he would see her.

Suddenly his phone buzzed; he ignored it at first, but then it rang the second time. He stared at the screen to see Nina calling. Yes, they were that close; they had each other's contacts for a long time now.

He kept staring at the screen till the phone went blank, then began ringing again. He sighed and picked up, "Nina, what ..."

"Uncle Marcus...I'm scared." Nina's broken voice came with a sniff.

"Nina?" Marcus's protective instinct shot up rapidly. "Nina, what's wrong? Where are you?" He asked already on his feet.

"I'm at a party Sophie and Sophie attended together. We missed each other, and now I just got to know from someone that she has left after she was unable to find me. And now I'm outside...there are three creepy-looking guys staring at me....Uncle Marcus...please...I'm scared." Nina rushed.

"Nina, calm down. I'm coming. Describe where you are right now." He said. Nina described her location; he grabbed his car keys and rushed out of the company, driving down the road at full speed.

  Within ten minutes, he arrived at her description. He saw Nina standing outside a few steps away from the party house; he rushed down to his car and walked up to her. "Nina, are you okay?"

"Uncle Marcus, you came," Nina whispered, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. Due to her heels, she was tall enough, almost reaching his height. As she hugged him, she ground herself to him slowly, making it look indeliberate, but Marcus knew better. He gently pushed Nina away and led her to the passenger's seat.

He got into the car and was about to start the car, but she stopped him. "Marcus." She called slowly.

Marcus's eyes widened; she had never called him by his name; it was always "Uncle Marcus." "Nina, what are ..."

"We are alone now, why don't we stop pretending?" She cut him off, tilting her head to the side.

"I don't know what you are talking about," Marcus said, taking his eyes away from her.

"Of course you do; we both know...look at," Nina said almost like a spell, because he turned his head to look at her, and that was when he noticed what she was wearing. A short transparent shirt with nothing underneath but her panties.

His eyes stayed on her hardened nipples tugging at the shirt. He couldn't help but imagine them between his fingers. He gulped, but was still unable to take his eyes away as they roamed down to her thigh, up to her white, tiny panties. His grip on the steering tightened.

"Marcus, you are staring." Nina mocked. Marcus's ears reddened with embarrassment; he started the car and drove off, pouring all his frustration into the wheel while Nina leaned into the seat, smirking.

  In a few minutes, the car stopped in the house's parking lot. "We are home," Marcus said when Nina refused to get down.

"Yeah." Nina replied, leaning closer, "You might wanna do something before stepping into that house." She whispered.

"Nina...stop..."

Nina leaned in fully and slammed her lips on his, kissing him hungrily, making Marcus freeze. She expected him to push her away, but instead he cupped her cheeks and kissed her back with the same level of hunger.

Nina smiled into the kiss. She grabbed his second hand and placed it on her right boob. Marcus rolled his fingers on her nipples through the fabric as he devoured her mouth. He squeezed her boob before pinching her nipple, earning a moan from Nina.

Marcus's eyes widened as the moan seemed to pull him back to reality. He broke the kiss and pulled away. "Get out." He said, breath still heavy from the kiss.

"Marcus..."

"Get out, Nina... before I do something we'll both regret...." He growled.

"You'll regret pushing me out more." She said calmly, opened the car door and walked inside the house. While Marcus sat in the car, regretting that he gave in and also regretting that he let her go.

"Fuck." He cursed as he unbuckled his belt, pulled out his cock and stroked himself right there in the car.