Semua Bab In Bed With Daddy’s Best Friend : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Every inch of his huge cock is in me at once and it’s deep. So fucking deep that I whimper and gasp, and my insides feel like they’re tearing apart.Because I think they are.Holy shit. The sting hurts so good. It hurts better than I imagined. All the stories I’ve heard about this moment are nonsensical. They said it would hurt like you want to die or cry, and I do want to cry, but for an entirely different reason than pain.Like how ethereal it feels, how full, how deep and right.Nate doesn’t seem to share my thoughts, because he freezes, like completely, even though he’s breathing harshly and heavily. And his eyes, the color of darkness, widen a little as they stares into mine.“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” His curses start low, then grow in volume. “You’re a virgin?”“I don’t think I am anymore.”“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me, Gwyneth?”“I didn’t believe it mattered.”“Of course, it fucking matters. I wouldn’t have fucked you against the wall for your first time. I would’ve been gentle.”

* * *I wake up in pain.My dick. It’s so fucking hard, it hurts.I groan deep in my throat and open my eyes. Usually, I sleep in nothing because any friction from clothes causes this fucking discomfort.I’m about to reach down and adjust it when my gaze lands on that colorful chameleon one. It’s so bright and shiny, like the green has slaughtered all the other colors.“You slept here,” she blurts as if she’s been waiting for me to wake up so she can say the words.Fuck. I did sleep here, and it’s early morning already. I don’t usually sleep that easily. I don’t sleep at all unless I exhaust my body in the gym first.But I did. Last night. Even with my clothes on.“I didn’t have a choice. You held my hand hostage.” I tip my chin at my palm that’s still under her cheek and how she’s gripping my wrist.“I don’t care. It still counts.” She inches closer and I grunt when her thigh touches my raging erection.At that, she stares down, her eyes widening. “It looks painful.”“Whose fault is

GwynethI never thought much about the meeting the parents part, because Nate and I aren’t like that.This whole thing is for convenience. There shouldn’t be feelings he has to be aware of and I’m only using him for sex.The asshole.The fucking asshole.I hate him so much sometimes, and okay, calling him Uncle Nate was probably not the best way to get revenge, but he hurt me. He cut me in half after giving me the best night and morning of my life. He turned me into a woman, took care of me, and slept beside me. And he didn’t leave like he usually does.He stayed.Not to mention, he was nice and playful and took me to heights I didn’t realize were possible. Then he crashed it all to the ground.And I had to hurt him back. That’s what Dad told me; if someone punches, you don’t stand there and take it. You punch back, the hardest you can, with all your might and with twice the aggression.So I did that and said I used him, and then I called him Uncle Nate because I know he hates it. He

After a while of soaking in the music, I’m ready to get engrossed in something different than the clusterfuck of this entire morning. But I don’t go to the firm straight away, I head to the car company, where I have to sign some paperwork and show ID to prove I’m Dad’s next of kin so that I can get the dashcam’s files.Then I drive to the firm and snuggle up beside Jane in IT to enjoy the peace away from Nate’s watchful eyes. He has a meeting with the other partners anyway, so I’m safe for a little while.Jane offers to help me sort through the files’ different dates.We both sit with headphones on, listening to the recordings and watching the feeds. I choke on my own tears the whole time. Seeing Dad talking, driving, and alive forms a ball in my chest. It expands with each second and I don’t think it’ll ever deflate. Or maybe I’ll have some sort of a heart attack. Panic attack. Or any attack.I pause when I see the last person I expect get into Dad’s car. Aspen. She yanks the door op

“That was when I thought she was caught in one of your webs and would be another stepping stone, but turns out that’s not the case. Maybe it hasn’t been all along.” He hops off the table and taps my shoulder. “Best of luck, Nate.”“With what?”“Being caught in someone’s web for once.”And with that, he strolls out, humming a happy tune.His words keep playing at the back of my head all day long, refusing to shut up or disappear.When it’s time to go home, I’m ready to stop trying to ignore Gwyneth’s presence. She’s spent the whole day with the IT girl, according to Grace, and I know that’s one of her peaceful places, so I didn’t call for her. She gave my assistant all the work I asked of her anyway, so I didn’t have a reason to.Now, I do.Now, I need to sit her the fuck down and tell her about all her options. The ones I talk to my clients about so they have no rosy thoughts about what’s waiting for them in the real world.I never wanted Gwyneth to be on the receiving end of that, bu