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Best Friend’s Dad (6)
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Unholy Cravings (Collection of Erotica Short Stories) Best Friend’s Dad (6)
Carson I'd just killed the engine and was about to step out of the truck when I saw Layla and Sara walking down the driveway. My hand paused on the door handle.Layla headed straight for the driver's side window, hair pulled up in a lazy ponytail, her phone clutched in one hand. Sara trailed a few steps behind her, eyes already on me.My grip tightened."Thank God you're back, Dad," Layla said, knocking once on the window with her knuckles. "Can you drop us off at the shopping mall?"I leaned back in my seat, eyes shifting to Sara for the briefest second. Her gaze didn't waver. She wasn't flustered. Wasn't nervous. If anything, she looked like she'd been expecting me."What are you going there for?" I asked, keeping my tone even.Layla rolled her eyes playfully. "Sara and I have a few things to get. Since you haven't even gotten out of the car, please take us. It won't take long.""Please?" she added, drawing out the word in that persistent daughter-way she'd perfected since she was
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SaraIt had only been two days.Two days since I let a line blur that was never supposed to even exist.Now I was sneaking out of my best friend's room at night like a thief—tiptoeing past creaky floorboards and holding my breath just to feel his hands on me again.Mr. Carson.No—Carson.I'd stopped calling him Layla's dad in my head the moment he made me beg for his touch.It felt dangerous. Shameful. Addictive. And I couldn't stop. Not when he looked at me like that.Not when he whispered things in my ear that made my knees weak and my heart race.I knew what I was doing was wrong. I knew if Layla ever found out, she'd never forgive me. But that didn't stop the way my body moved on its own whenever he was near.I didn't knock when I reached his room. I didn't need to. I opened the door. His eyes met mine as he lay on his bed like he'd been waiting for me.I knew he had."She asleep?" he asked. I nodded, shutting the door behind me."Out cold."A lazy smirk curved his mouth."And you
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CarsonHer scent hit me the second I passed the guest bathroom. Sweet. Warm. Wet.I should've kept walking, Instead, I pushed the door open. She was at the sink, toothbrush in her mouth, wearing that tiny tank top with no bra, nipples hard beneath the thin fabric.She froze when she saw me in the mirror. But she didn't flinch. She just stared—mouth slightly open, daring me."You left the door unlocked," I said, stepping in and closing it behind me. "That's a dangerous habit."I didn't wait for permission. My hands were already on her hips, dragging her against me as I pressed my mouth to her neck. Her toothbrush hit the sink with a soft clink."You want to be caught, don't you?" I growled, my hand sliding under her tank and grabbing her bare breast. "You like playing dirty in my house."She moaned low, rocking back into me. "You're the one who walked in."I spun her around, lifted her to sit on the edge of the sink, and shoved the tank up to her collarbone. Her legs spread without hes
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SaraI chewed slowly on a piece of toast, nodding like I was actually listening to Layla go on about some TikTok drama. Her voice was all high-pitched excitement, something about her ex texting again, but I couldn't focus.Not when her Dad wassitting right next to me at the table.Wearing a plain black t-shirt, sipping coffee like he hadn't made me come with his mouth just hours ago. Like he hadn't made me ride him until my legs shook and my throat was raw from trying to keep quiet.I shifted in my seat. Big mistake.Because under the table, his hand slid higher up my thigh. Fingers warm. Teasing.I nearly choked on my food."So I told him," Layla continued, totally oblivious, "If you're gonna cheat, at least don't be stupid enough to leave your location on—ugh, are you even listening?""Mm-hmm," I hummed, trying not to squirm as his fingers brushed against my panties—wet already.He leaned in slightly, acting casual. "Eat your food," he murmured under his breath. "Be a good girl."Go
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SaraThe bedroom door was cracked open. I knew I shouldn't be there. I told myself that as I crept down the hall, my bare feet silent against the floorboards. But it didn't matter. I wasn't thinking with my head.I was thinking about the way he looked at me last night.And the man I'd been aching for since I stepped into this house. He was lying in bed, shirtless, one arm behind his head. The TV was on, reflecting a soft blue glow across his chest and the sharp line of his jaw. His eyes shifted toward the door—and then to me. Neither of us said a word.I slipped in, shut the door behind me, and took slow steps toward him in nothing but one of his flannel shirts I'd stolen from the laundry earlier. It barely reached the tops of my thighs.He sat up slowly, eyes locked on me. Then his gaze dipped lower—down my legs, to the hem of his shirt brushing my thighs. He took his time taking it all in. I knew that look so well. "You're late," he said, voice rough like gravel.I bit my lip. "Ha
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SaraA soft breeze brushed over my bare legs as I pressed my hand on the doorknob. My suitcase stood by my feet, dusty from the train ride, and my stomach was already tying itself in knots.I didn't want to do this. I really didn't. But Layla had begged me to stay for the summer break at her parent's place. "It'll save you the cost of flying home," she had said. "No rent, no food bills. Just chill at my place till summer ends."She made it sound easy. Like I was just crashing with a friend. The door creaked open, and my expectation to see the face of my best friend was shattered by another face. A tall man stood there instead. Dark hair, peppered with grey. Strong jaw. Barefoot in jeans and a black tee that hugged his arms a little too well.He wasn't smiling. Just stared at me like I was a package he didn't remember ordering."Uh..." I cleared my throat. "Hi. I'm Sara. Layla's... friend from school."He blinked, then stepped aside. "Right. Come in."His voice was deep. Rough around
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