Chapter 8

8

CRUSHING ON MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND

Kova wouldn't hear my plea and continued kissing. I struggled to resist him. His strength was overpowering.

Kova held me in the most determined way to chop my lips out if it was possible.

“Kova stop this.” I pleaded once more, showing him a weak face if I was going to get a chance to be freed.

He was less concerned and continued kissing me.

His brazen display of defiance only fueled my anger more.

His eyes locked on mine, momentarily suspending time in its enchanting grasp.

“Free me fucker” I opted for a verbal retaliation.

Kova ignored my galavanting attitude and enjoyed himself in the hitting presence of pressure.

His eyes fixed on mine sending messages. Kova was saying a lot in his eyes which I wasn't interested to understand.

He lingered his tongue into mine like snakes fighting. It showered a tantalizing sensation on me, causing my whole body to spark with different fire.

I grabbed his neck in response to that. My fingers inadvertently grazed his skin. I was losing myself.

We kissed tongue to tongue licking saliva.

The warmth of his touch spread through my body rapidly. My heart pounded relentlessly without mercy.

My emotions become a tangled mess.

“I love you with all my heart, my soul and my kidneys.” Kova said into my mouth.

“I love you with all my shoes “ I responded, making jest of his verbal charms.

The warmth of his touch and his confession tore my emotions apart in a way it was insane. I withdrew from him and pulled my sleeveless jacket off. There was no more patience left. I was left with a tube tied around my chest. We continued kissing. Kova held me so close and kissed me like we haven't seen for years and now he saw me, he had to have everything not knowing when I was leaving again.

I could feel he was squirming under his pants. His hardness reached out to me from under his shorts. I extended my hand to touch it. It was that hard. I rubbed my hand on it, determined to stir up his wildness. Kova reacted to my touch .

He put his hand on my chest feeling the hardness of my breast. The touch was intoxicating. I wanted him to do more. He fumbled my nipples as if heard my thoughts. It sent an inexplicable shiver through me. The sky seemed coming down to earth.

I continued rubbing on his strong manhood, determined to give him the same feeling he made me have.

My whole body was craving for something I didn't want. I didn't want to go in-between my thighs with Kova. It was going to bring up questions I wasn’t prepared to answer. It was going to probably paint me black. It will possibly make it seem like I was a cheat. My reasons may not make sense to him.

I have been with Kova for almost two years, and had vehemently refused to make a way for him.

It feels like if I don't have someone banging me right here, I was going to burst into pieces in a matter of time. I could feel my bud rising beyond limits.

I drew his fly open, and my hand rested on the soft skin of his strong shaft. I rubbed it with my bare hands. Kova would have been very surprised. We never got to this extent all the time in our relationship. It always ended with kisses and hugs.

I had a compelling urge to bend to my knees and lick through his length. It's one of my best times during a moment like this to run my mouth over a cute dick.

The urge persisted. I fought it with every strength. It will make Kova want to pass through my wet cunt.

I felt a trailing hand on my short, Kova finding a way into my pants as I rubbed my hand on his erection.

I held his hand as he made an effort to get to my wet dripping sheath.

I would be a gunner if I allowed his hand to get into my legs.

He tried to force himself through, but I resisted with a strength I didn't know I had.

Pushing back, I breathed heavily. My breath is itching.

“I'm done.” I muttered.

“How, babe?” Kova asked disappointedly.

“I said I'm done.” I seethed. “This is English, I'm aware you don't understand French."

With a look from a disappointed self and a yarning sultry body determined to cross boundaries, Kova leaned himself on a seat.

“What happened?” He asked again, peering at me.

“What happened is that I am done. I need you to leave now. We are not doing this ever again.”

He couldn't believe what he heard. “I don't understand.” He said.

I left the sitting room for my personal room, avoiding seeing his naked body. His shaft hadn't bowed.

“Babe!” He called me.

“Go home, and never call me again. I don't want to see you again.”

Kova stood watching me. Surprise filled his face.

****

We were all settled for dinner. Dad and his friend had taken all day where they went.

“My little baby.” My Dad called at me, rubbing his hand on my head. “Looks like you have grown taller within the last few days of my absence.” He gave me a small smile.

“Just maybe.” I concurred. “Perhaps your absence had done a bad job, making me miss you and slim down and getting tall through the negative act of slimming down from nostalgia.”

Daddy chuckled a low laugh. “Are you saying you missed me a lot or just because you were all alone?”

“Both.” I cut in quickly.

Kalvin listened to our conversation and a stingy smile tugged at the end of his lips.

“My daughter missed my absent Kalvin. Do you have a daughter who misses you when you are away from home?” Dad asked his friend in a mocking tone.

For the first time I saw Mr Kalvin open his mouth to laughter. Kalvin always kept a mean face and it made me want to know more of his combinations and personalities.

Nothing remains in the dark around me. Kalvin has a beautiful way of laughing though and he looks somewhat decent too. But I can see a trace of something mischievous in his face.

“I was going to have a daughter as beautiful as yours someday, and certainly she was going to miss me to a point she’d never allow me to leave home without her.” Mr Kalvin said in a glorious baritone.

His words made both me and my dad laugh. Mine was a spontaneous laughter. I hadn't planned it. I was aware of Mr Kalvin noticing me from the rear corners of his eyes.

Kalvin was invariably asserting that I was a beautiful Angel, I told myself and the thought of that jolted my heart favourably. I found myself in a pool of blushing mess.

If I was correct, he just mentioned that he didn't have a daughter. Was it that he had just sons or that he was unmarried.

Mustering the courage to look at Kalvin’s flawless face, I decided to clear myself from the curiosity that hung on my mind as a burden.

“You may not wait for a beautiful daughter. Your sons might also miss you too.” I chipped in.

Both Dad and his friends watched me with full attention as I said the simple words. Then came another friendly commotion.

Dad began to laugh. It could be what I thought.

“It will take another five years or more to have a son who can miss him.” Dad said. “This prodigal friend of mine has refused to get himself a wife. He's not having a kid any time soon.”

Kalvin laughs deceitfully. I could see the same mischievous mystery dancing in his face. I found myself being interested in unlocking the strange thing about my dad's friend.

“Would you know if I have a secret child somewhere?” Kalvin asserted. His face turned to me, making me uncomfortable. I didn't want to hear the story of him having a baby somewhere. The first notion was enough.

“You have a lot of them in your dreams.” Dad countered.

“Or I'd just dash out my lovely daughter to you.” My dad said carelessly not considering me. Did he know what he just said?

I stole a glance at Kalvin from the end of my eyes. He was looking at me too. Our eyes locked for a moment communicating. A smile secretly passed through his lips like a ghost.

“Lily will put your room in perfect order before you go to bed. Return her after the clean up. I am never dashing you, my only beautiful daughter for any reason.” Dad added.

What ! It echoed in my mind. With all the messages in our eyes, dad’s sending me to have his room cleaned up.

Dad must be joking.