MY BEST FRIEND'S DAD (3)

The next night, sleep was impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt David’s hands on me and his cum leaking down my thighs. Emily had no idea anything happened. She talked about normal stuff all evening, classes, boys, her dad’s annoying rules. I just nodded and tried not to blush.

Around 1a.m, I slipped out of her room again. This time I didn’t even pretend to get water. I went straight to David’s bedroom door and knocked softly.

It opened almost immediately.

He stood there in just black boxer briefs, looking surprised but not shocked. “Sophie, what the hell are you doing?”

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. “I couldn’t stop thinking about last night.”

David ran a hand over his face. “This is too risky. Emily is right down the hall.”

“I know.” I walked closer and placed my hands on his chest. “That’s what makes it exciting.”

He stared at me for a few seconds, jaw tight. Then he grabbed my waist and pulled me against him. His mouth crashed into mine, hungry and desperate. We kissed like we’d been apart for months instead of hours.

“You’re going to get me in so much trouble,” he muttered against my lips.

I smiled and slid my hand into his boxers, wrapping my fingers around his already hard cock. “Worth it?”

He groaned quietly. “Fuck yes.”

David pushed me toward the bed but stopped halfway. “Not there. The bed creaks too much.” He turned me toward his bathroom instead and locked the door behind us.

The bathroom was big, with a large mirror and marble counter. He lifted me onto the counter and yanked my t-shirt off in one move. My panties followed right after.

“Look at you,” he said, eyes dark. “So fucking pretty.”

He dropped to his knees, spread my legs wide, and buried his face between them. His tongue licked me slow and deep, tasting every inch. I had to cover my mouth with both hands to stay quiet.

“David…” I whispered, trembling. “That feels so good.”

He sucked my clit gently, then harder, pushing two fingers inside me at the same time. My legs shook around his head. He ate me like he was addicted, making wet, filthy sounds that echoed softly in the bathroom.

I grabbed his hair, hips rocking against his mouth. The pressure built fast. “I’m gonna come,” I warned, voice shaking.

He didn’t stop. He curled his fingers and sucked harder until I came hard on his tongue, biting my hand to keep from crying out.

Before I could recover, he stood up, pulled his boxers down, and stepped between my legs. His thick cock rubbed against my sensitive pussy.

“Tell me you want it,” he said, voice low.

“I want you,” I breathed. “Fuck me, David. Please.”

He pushed inside me in one deep thrust. We both moaned quietly. He felt even bigger than last night. He started moving right away, steady and strong, holding my thighs open.

“Quiet,” he reminded me, even though he was the one breathing heavily.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him to muffle our sounds. The mirror behind him showed everything, his muscular back flexing with every thrust, my legs wrapped around him, my face full of pleasure.

He fucked me harder, the sound of our bodies meeting barely hidden by the fan noise. “You’re so tight,” he growled in my ear. “This pussy was made for me.”

“Only for you right now,” I whispered back.

That seemed to drive him crazy. He lifted me off the counter, turned me around, and bent me over it. I watched his reflection as he entered me from behind. He gripped my hips and pounded into me faster.

“Fuck, Sophie,” he groaned. “I can’t get enough of you.”

I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. The pleasure built again, even stronger this time. One of his hands reached around and rubbed my clit while the other covered my mouth.

“Cum for me again,” he ordered.

I did. Hard. My legs nearly gave out as my pussy clenched around him. He kept fucking me through it, then suddenly pulled out.

“On your knees,” he said urgently.

I dropped down and took him into my mouth just in time. He groaned and came, filling my mouth with hot spurts. I swallowed everything, looking up at him the whole time.

David helped me up and kissed me deeply, not caring that he could taste himself. We stayed like that for a minute, breathing together.

“This has to stop,” he said finally, but his hands were still caressing my ass.

I smiled against his lips. “You don’t want it to stop.”

He sighed. “No. I don’t.”

I got dressed quickly and checked the hallway before sneaking back toward Emily’s room. Just as I reached her door, I heard footsteps behind me.

David stood at the end of the hallway, watching me with that same hungry look.

“Tomorrow night,” he whispered.

I nodded, heart racing.

We were both in too deep now.

The next night, sleep refused to come. My body still hummed from the bathroom encounter, every shift in Emily’s bed reminding me of David’s hands, his voice, the way he’d looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered. I lay there staring at the ceiling for hours, heart racing with guilt and thrill in equal measure. Emily slept soundly beside me, completely unaware, murmuring occasionally about some dream. Around 2 a.m, I couldn’t fight it anymore. I slipped out of her room, but this time I didn’t head straight for David’s door.

Instead, I went downstairs first, needing water and a moment to breathe. The house was dark and quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavy with secrets. As I stood at the kitchen sink, sipping slowly, I heard soft footsteps behind me. I turned, expecting David.

It wasn’t him.

Emily stood in the doorway in her pajamas, rubbing her eyes. “Sophie? What are you doing up so late?”

My stomach dropped. I forced a casual smile, hoping the dim light hid the flush still on my cheeks. “Just thirsty. Bad dreams, I guess.”

She nodded sleepily but didn’t leave. Instead, she leaned against the counter, watching me a little too closely. “You’ve been acting weird the last couple days. Is everything okay? Is it my dad? He can be kinda intense sometimes.”

The question hit like ice water. I nearly choked on my drink. “What? No, he’s fine. Why would you say that?”

Emily shrugged, but her eyes narrowed slightly. “I don’t know. I woke up earlier and thought I heard voices or something. Probably nothing. This house has weird acoustics at night.” She paused, then added quietly, “Just, you’d tell me if something was wrong, right? We’re best friends.”

I nodded too quickly, guilt twisting in my chest. “Of course.”

She seemed satisfied enough and shuffled back toward the stairs. I waited a full minute before following, my pulse thundering. When I reached the upstairs hallway, David’s door was cracked open just slightly, like an invitation. I could see the shadow of him waiting inside, but I froze.

Emily hadn’t gone back to her room. She was standing at the end of the hall, phone in hand, staring toward her father’s door. The light from her screen lit her face, confusion turning into something sharper and colder

“Sophie?” she whispered, voice barely audible but edged with disbelief. Her gaze flicked from me to the open door, then back. “Why are you in my—?”

Before I could answer, David stepped into view behind me, shirtless, his hand brushing my arm instinctively. The hallway light caught everything: my disheveled hair, the way we stood too close, the silent panic passing between us.

Emily’s eyes widened. “Dad! what the hell?”

The air turned thick. No one moved. No one spoke. In that frozen second, I realized the secret wasn’t ours anymore. Whatever came next, explanations, anger, the end of everything, it was already here.

And I had no idea how to stop it from destroying us all.