My Bestfriend’s Father のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Brittany “Ohh…yes, right there.” I moan, throwing my head back in ecstasy as I ground my pussy on Andre's face or should I say…Mr DeMarco.As in, my best friend's dad.But in that moment, it doesn't matter who he is…it's how he makes me feel, or so I tell myself.His large hands come up to cage my thighs so I don't move around so much but that only flames the desire burning through my veins.His tongue went all up in my crevice, eating me out like I was his last meal on earth.My legs started to shake from an impending orgasm, and my head bopped backward to hit the closet door.“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I screamed loudly, which lasted for three seconds before he straightened to his feet, slamming his mouth over mine.His skilled tongue slid into my mouth, summoning desire from my tired limbs.“No, I can't, I can't…” I gasped out, tearing my mouth away from his. My dark hair was all tousled from the ‘movements’ but I could still see his handsome face through the thick curtain of hair.That'

Brittany I angrily scooped up a bag of ice from the freezer, wrapping it around a towel before holding it up to my cheek, which throbbed from the slap I got from Leila earlier before I rushed out of the house.It's been four hours and thirteen minutes since I got home and not a single call from Andre.Not that I was checking.Sighing, I realised that my eyes was straying to the phone and I looking away instantly.God, how messed up am I?Shoving aside the recent crisis that invaded my life, I looked around the disaster of a house that we lived in and heaved out another tired sigh.The wallpapers were peeling and some of the pipes weren't good, resulting in water leakage, smells and damp spots in certain areas in the house.Aside from the fact that so many things needed repairs in the house, there was also the matter of food and bare essentials.I never thought a day would come that I'd have to beg my parent for food but sadly, that's the situation I'm in.Ever since my Mom died, my l

Brittany My fingers flew fast over the keyboard as I texted this mysterious person back.Me: Who the hell is this?Three bubbling dots appeared in the chat box but disappeared shortly after.Gritting my teeth, I wrote out another text.Me: Why don't you stop hiding behind a phone and tell me who you really are?This time, there was no response.Sighing, I tossed my phone aside and went to shower.I glanced at the message once I was done and about to eat my meal but no messages popped up until I was about to get into bed.Unknown: Have you done what I asked?I sat up, my thumbs hovering over the screen as I contemplated on ignoring or responding.I chose the latter.Me: What?Unknown: Don't play dumb with me. Have you ended things with Mr DeMarco?Me: That's none of your business.Unknown: Oh, but it is.I could almost hear the evil chuckle.Rolling my eyes, I chose to ignore the faceless coward that tried to scare me into submission. But then, another text popped up, this time with

BrittneyWaking up the next day in my bed was a bit easier.After that horrible fight with my Dad and the horrible things that Claire said to me, I no longer wanted to stay in the hospital.It wasn't easy to sneak out but the looming hospital bill was enough motivation to get me out.I still felt weak but after spending a couple of minutes on the internet with research on my condition I was able to manage the symptoms.Before I left the hospital I sent a text to Andre, informing him of my current situation.That was a cover as I wanted to meet up with him, and discuss these new discoveries that I've made.Despite being faced with the facts, I desperately wanted to believe that Andre wouldn't intentionally hurt me or lie to me.But here I am, constantly checking my phone for a response to the message I sent hours ago.Pushing up from the bed with a grunt, I flipped my legs over the side and walked over to the storage room that is packed with mom's belongings.The diary and stack of pho

BrittneyThe feel of his soft lips on mine rocked my world, making me melt against him.His hands greedily ram over my body, dipping down to my ass to press me against his hardened member.For a moment, I wanted to sweep caution to the wind and let the desire burning through my body consume me.The throbbing ache between my legs needed relief but I stopped thinking with my emotions.Slapping his hands away, I forcefully jerked out of his hold, panting like I'd just run a marathon. “Stop!”“Why?” The man acted confused, taking a step forward, once again disregarding what I wanted.“Because I needed to talk to you!” I all but screamed. “Do you not listen to a word I say?”“Of course I do but I missed you,” he sighed, looking at me. “I just want to touch you.”“You can do that after we talk.” I say firmly which I know won't happen.“Okay, fine.” He retreated behind his desk once he saw the look on my face, knowing that I wasn't going to budge. “What is it? It must be pretty serious for y