Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Best Friend’s Father Wants me: Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

Enora:My face burned red and I felt my breath nearly escape my lungs. I pulled myself away from Mr Wright’s grasp and fumbled with my dress, trying my best not to catch the eye of the couple that stood in front of us: dumbfounded and their jaws loose.“Uhmmm… e-excuse us.”I grabbed Mr. Wright’s arm and we hurried out of the elevator. I wish I could atomize and disappear. This was so embarrassing.“Why are you smiling?” I asked with slight annoyance, looking up at Mr. Wright’s beaming face and his bright brown eyes.He stopped and in one swift movement, he grabbed me and pinned me to the wall. My heart was racing. My face was still red, but the thrill of getting caught again made this even more exhilarating.“We can’t do this here,” I whispered harshly. “You are going to get us caught.”“And what is the matter with that?” he asked slyly, taking me in with burning desire, pressing harder to me and inching closer and closer to my lips. “Do you not want to be seen with me?”“I…”The wor

Enora:All eyes turned to Mrs. Vermont and her mouth clamped shut immediately. I wanted to laugh but I swallowed it and it came out as a nasty croak that made Mrs. Vermont’s eyes darken.She glared hatefullt at me, grabbed her husbands armand pulled him off the stage. They disappeared into the crowd and everyone followed them as they walked to the exit.“Good riddance,” I muttered and smiled warmly at Mr. Wright, eho plnted another kisson my forehead.“Well, I guess we shall continue our party,” the host announced and the party’s lively vibe came back. A slow waltz was playing in the background and everyone made their way to their tables for dinner.“Would you please come with me,” our host said and the De Bances, Mr. Wright and I followed him.I clutxhed Mr. Wright’s arm excitedly. I was happy rtthat we won but even happier that I shut Mrs. Vermont’s mouth up. She was all prim and proper but completely lost it when she realized that she was in last place. It was a picturesque moment.

Enora:We got back to my place, light laughter still filling the air as well as the delicious smell of the Italian food and lobster.My stomach was groaning so much and I couldn’t blame it. I was starving.Mr. Balor had called us and shared a laugh with us in the phone about what happened to the Vermonts. I was happy that he could find something to smile at.As we got into the living room, I flicked the light switch and the darkness ran away. The house was exactly as I ahd left it. I guess Fiona didn’t come by then.“Alright, let’s get these into a plate and feed that monster in your gut.”I giggled and we made our way to the kitchen. I left him at the dinner table while I went into the kitchen to get the plates.It was so great to be back home. The party was amazing but nothing could ever beat being in the comfort of your own home.As I opened the cupboard, I groaned in slight frustration.“Why did Fiona have to keep the bowls up so high?”I stood on my tiptoes and reached as high as

Enora:My body was trembling already. His words lit a fire in me. Worship me… he wanted to worship me.His eyes, though full of desire and passion, still had that warmth in them. The night had drawn on and it still hadn't faltered. It made everything–every glance, kiss, touch–a hundred times more stimulating, more mind-blowing.He wanted me but in a way I never thought was possible.“I want to worship you, Enora. Please, let me." He was pleading, begging to show me how much he craved and cherished me and my body. I could barely breathe.oHe lowered his head between my legs and planted a soft kiss on my clit, sending shivers down my spine.“Ahhhnnn." He kissed it again, holding me still, denying me any freedom to squirm, making me feel everything.“You taste amazing, Enora. Perfect. Who wouldn't kill for a taste of you?" He kissed again, harder, more passionately, his mouth taking my clit in longer before he let it go.My legs were trembling, fighting instinctively to shut at his e

Enora:I was finally alone in my home. Mr. Wright was gone and I could relax. My body was still tingling and I could still feel him all over me. My skin was still alive with his kisses and my pussy was throbbing, still begging to be taken by him again. I collapsed on the sofa and stared at the ceiling and allowed the events of last night to replay in my head, I really hadn’t had much time to think about them since so many things were going on at once. I closed my eyes for a few minutes and Mr. Wright’s face appeared in my mind's eyes. He was wearing a soft, sweet smile and his eyes were reflecting that warmth that had been in them since yesterday up until when he left my house. As much as I tried, it wouldn’t fade. He continued to stare at me, into my soul from my head. He was in every part of me now: my skin, my head, my mind, my… heart.I sat up and felt my heart skip a beat in my chest. Maybe I was getting too involved in this. Maybe I was reading too much meaning into it. It p