All Chapters of In Bed With Daddy’s Best Friend : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Rob growled approvingly into my ass.“That’s right honey,” he ground out, slowly slipping his wet tongue around my pleats, testing them, pushing against the brown pucker. And even though I thought it was impossible, it happened then. His tongue increased its pressure, relentlessly pushing and suddenly, he slipped in about a quarter of an inch into my musty hole, making me buck and squeal once more.“Ahhh!” I moaned, my voice rising into a high-pitched whine. “Oh!”Rob rumbled below me.“That’s right,” he rasped, still tonguing my butt. “Now come with Daddy’s tongue in your ass. Come baby,” he commanded. “Come while Daddy tonguefucks your butt.”And my body was so attuned to his words and his presence that I shattered then. I belonged to the alpha every which way, every fiber, every inch, every nerve, branded with his name, and right on cue, my pussy and ass both began contracting, a series of vibrations running through my most sensitive flesh, hole gushing and oozing wetly as I scream

I squeezed her breast with one big hand, savoring the generous flesh, the pink crested tip hard as a pebble, such a contrast to the huge sacks of cream. But I wanted more, so trailing my hand down that soft belly, I began teasing her clit, lightly running my fingers over that hard nub as my dick went in and out.“Oh!” she gasped, lifting her profile, mouth opening halfway, the feeling of getting fucked so nice. “Oh!”But there was more, I wanted more.“Daddy’s gonna take your ass now, okay?” I muttered gutturally into her neck. “Daddy’s gonna take your bottom now, baby’s bottom belongs to Daddy too.”And Mandy squirmed slightly then, letting out a breathy yelp.“Now?” she breathed incredulously. “Now?”I grinned into the soft skin of her neck.“Yes, now,” I ground out. “This is as good of a time as any, and baby’s little vag has already gotten Daddy’s dick wet, ready for your ass.” To demonstrate my point, I pulled out with a slow, sucking slide, loving the nasty sounds, the wet feeli

And making agreeable noises, I escorted the bubbly blonde with a firm hand down the stairs and into the kitchen, shaking my head when she couldn’t see. Because that lucky girl was her very own daughter, I’d already gotten lucky with Mandy, taking that sweet, nubile body, adoring the brunette, worshipping every inch of the curvaceous female. But the thing is that my luck had run out, the carriage had turned back into a pumpkin and everything was as clear as day now. Mandy wasn’t mine, our sex-filled tryst was done, and now in the bright light of morning, her parents were here to boot.“That’s right,” Linda babbled happily, once we got into the kitchen, looking through the cabinets for the bread. “One very lucky girl is going to sink her claws into Robert Parker, and we won’t see you anymore,” she clucked. “But it’s for the better, we want you to be happy Rob. Ray and I, we’ve wanted you to find someone for so long.”And my friend came stamping into the kitchen right then, big as a bear

RobTo say that things were a shitshow with Mandy’s parents is an understatement. Because when we revealed our situation, Ray went ballistic, Linda crying and sobbing like the world was at an end.“Pregnant?” she wailed. “How? When? How could this happen?”And giving credit to my girl, Mandy kept an even tone.“It was during the weekend at the cabin,” she replied, cool and collected. “Remember how you guys were a day late? Robert and I got to know each other before you guys arrived. Or we’ve always known each other,” she added on a second thought. “We just got to know one another a lot better then.”That only made Linda wail all the louder because the story didn’t sound good. It made it seem like we’d gone at it like rugrats in her parents’ absence, which was technically true, but the words hadn’t come out right, they were too simple to truly encapsulate the situation. Ray roared with anger, turning to me accusingly.“What the fuck? More like this fucking bastard took advantage of our

Unlike me, though, Christian didn’t work in public relations. This didn’t make him want to get home as soon as possible. He had to get to the bottom of thisnow,and he wasn’t scared of his expression getting slapped underneath a caption that read something stupid likeMy face when _______.“Layla, don’t you want to marry me?” His voice was loud. People around us winced into their forty-dollar entrees. The woman beside us gave up on discretion and pulled out her phone, licking her lips like this was the dessert course.I played out the possible scenarios in my head. I could continue giving Christian evasive responses, but he would continue pressing the issue. Or I could tell him the truth, cold and clean and cutting, and end this now. Christian liked it when I kept things vague–it meant he could pretend to misunderstand. And that is exactly how we ended up here.If I wasn’t clear now, I’d end up with a husband to go along with a couch I didn’t like and a dog that didn’t like me.Steeling