All Chapters of In Bed With Daddy’s Best Friend : Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Holy shit, is this really happening? Fuck fuck fuck! Like a voyeur, I watch avidly as the nude woman sighs and positions herself more comfortably on the lounger. She’s absolutely gorgeous with lush curves everywhere, and to my delight, she angles her legs slightly apart, her glistening pink slit coming into view. Oh shit, oh shit. I’m literally dripping from my tip now, she’s so beautiful.But the woman is nowhere near done. Closing her eyes, one hand cups and squeezes her breasts as the other hand trails down her body and into the valley between her legs. Her thighs fall apart and even though I can’t see where her fingers disappear to, I know exactly what she’s doing. Her eyes drift closed and her breathing begins to quicken as her back arches off the lounge chair, tilting those enormous orbs into the air. I long to suck the pink tips but all I can do is squeeze my straining length in my palm. Oh fuck, oh fuck, this is going to be the death of me.Meanwhile, the woman begins to moan

MaxI can’t take my eyes off the gorgeous girl’s rump as she sways up the stairs. My brain realizes that this is so incredibly wrong, but my body – and more specifically my cock — does not give a shit. For fuck’s sake, I just watched my best friend’s daughter bring herself to orgasm and it was delicious. Not only that, but I came hot and heavy in my hand while she did it. That’s pretty much the very definition of forbidden, but just thinking about it again has my cock hardening in my shorts once more. So apparently, taboo doesn’t really matter to me. All that matters is the beautiful Rachel Champion and her sassy ways.But now, I have dinner to prepare so I turn to the kitchen with a vengeance. Shit. Slaving over the stove has never been my forte, but I need to do something to get myself in hand before Rachel reappears once more.“Get a grip, Wyndham,” I mutter to myself. “It’s just a woman.”But the thing is that Rachel’s not just any woman. She’s my best friend’s daughter, and Mauri

Rachel The kiss is all-consuming as the compelling alpha male pulls me to my feet. Max slides his mouth over my jaw, down my neck, and nips at my collarbone in a way that makes my stomach do somersaults. But then my eyes fly open. “Max, wait. Wait,” I grab his shoulders and push ever so slightly. He lifts his mouth from my neck and looks into my eyes, that blue gaze penetrating. “Sorry, honey. What’s wrong? I thought we were enjoying one another.” I nod. “No, we are. You’re not understanding me. I don’t want to stop.” “Thank fuck,” he growls, his lips seizing mine again. But then I break away. “I just need a moment because you’re a powerful man, and I’m feeling a little overwhelmed. I mean, you went from being my dad’s best friend to … well, this in the blink of an eye.” He pulls back a little then and chuckles. “Well, I certainly don’t want to overwhelm you, at least not emotionally.” He winks, and I laugh. “I do, however, want to wreck this body. Fuck, you’re gorg

Rachel“Oh fuck!” I breathe, as the older man bends his head and presses a kiss to a stiff nipple. “Mmm!”He chuckles against my skin and says, “I like that dirty mouth.”I can’t reply and the only sound I make is a breathless, “Mmmmm!”He chuckles again and begins trailing his hands down my legs. Then Max pauses and rasps, “Hang on, baby. We’re going for a ride.”I barely get my hands around the alpha male’s neck before he grips my thighs in his strong hands and hauls me against him, wrapping my legs around his trim waist. I feel the entire length of him against my core, and cry out at the intimate sensation.But Max isn’t done yet. Instead, his biceps bulge as that huge glans probes at my tiny hole as I moan and sigh. Then it happens. My eyes widen as he slides into me and I let out a low, guttural cry.“Oh fuck!” I whisper hoarsely, poised at the sudden intrusion. “You’re too big!”“Yes, I’m big but you can handle it sweetheart,” he rasps against my mouth. “I’ve got you. Just relax

I shoot him a stern look that melts into a smile. “Forty-nine isn’t old! But tell me about your life because even if it’s hectic, it sounds amazing with the traveling, the cities, the shows, and the glitz. I want to know about all of it.”He cocks his head at me.“Really, sweetheart? You want to know about what I do for a living?”I laugh.“Yes of course! I’ve known about you all my life, but I’ve never really known you. I’m curious and interested.” I turn to face the handsome man, my smile open and inviting. He grins a bit.“Well, if you’d known me nearly thirty years ago, you would have never guessed that the high-school baseball stand-out secretly wanted to be a makeup artist.” He laughs, but it doesn’t hold much humor. “I got the craziest looks and responses when I told people that’s what I wanted to do.I snort.“How close-minded.”He merely shrugs.“This was decades ago, so it was to be expected. People had very narrow world views then. But there was more to me than just athleti