All Chapters of Addicted to My Father's Best Friend: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Mira came back just after nine. I heard the front door open downstairs and the soft click of her heels on the tiled floor. I had already taken dinner with her dad. I was in bed, scrolling through my phone.Soon, she pushed the door open, walked in, and closed it behind her. The beautiful dress she was wearing was slightly wrinkled but still elegant. Her handbag hung from one shoulder. Her hair was a little messy, and she carried the pleasant exhaustion of a long evening spent with her boyfriend. She set the handbag down by the wardrobe and stepped out of her heels with a quiet sigh.“Fuck, I’m so tired,” she muttered, already reaching behind her to unzip the dress. "How was the date?" I asked, lifting my face from the phone.“We had a nice time together, but traffic coming back was crazy. I almost dozed off in the car.”I sat up a little against the headboard, keeping my expression soft and normal. “Welcome back. You look beautiful even after all that. Your dad and I have taken our d

He didn’t let me stay in control for long. His hands tightened on my waist, and he suddenly rolled us in one smooth motion, pinning me beneath him on the bed without ever pulling out. The new position drove him even deeper. "Ahh..." I let out before I could know, and he covered my mouth immediately, muffling the rest of the cry against his palm. The warmth of his skin against my lips made the restriction feel strangely intimate.“Shhh... Don't let her find out,” he breathed against my ear, voice low and controlled. “You have to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”I nodded rapidly under his palm, but he didn't trust me. He began to fuck me in steady, powerful thrusts. His hand stayed over my mouth the entire time, catching every moan and turning it into a soft, muffled vibration against his skin. My legs wrapped around his waist as I tried to pull him even deeper. The bed barely made a sound under us. Every time he thrusts in, I felt a bright spark of pleasure that I had to swallow

My name is Lucy, and I'm 19 years old. After months away from school, I finally came back home for a few weeks of holiday. The taxi pulled up in front of the familiar gate just after midday, the sun bright and the air warm against my skin. I stepped out carefully, pulling my two heavy luggage bags behind me. The wheels scraped against the rough ground as I dragged them toward the front door. My heart felt lighter with every step. I had missed this place more than I expected. The quiet street, the old gate, the smell of the plants my mother kept near the entrance. Before I could even knock, the door swung open. My mom stood there first, arms already wide, face bright with the kind of smile only a mother could give after a long separation. Behind her was my stepdad, taller, calmer, wearing a simple polo shirt and jeans. He looked the same as always. Calm with smiles on his face. The man who had raised me since I was little. He took good care of me as if I was his biological daughter.

By the time I came out to the living room, the smell of food had filled the entire house. Mom had finished cooking my favorite dishes. The ones she only made when I came home after a long time away. There was rice, a rich stew with plenty of meat, and fried plantain stacked high on a separate plate. My stepdad was already at the table, now fully dressed in a clean shirt and trousers. He looked up when I entered and gave me the same calm smile he always flashes to me. Nothing in his face showed that anything unusual had happened earlier in my room.“Come and sit, Lucy. You must be hungry,” Mom said, already pulling out a chair for me. “I made everything you like. Don’t tell me you’re on some school diet. I won’t hear it.”I smiled and sat down. “I’m starving, actually. It smells amazing. Just as always.”She beamed, clearly pleased, and started serving me a generous portion before I could stop her. “Good. You may be big, but you don't look as nourished as I want. Look at your skin. Ar

I didn’t stop grinding even though my heart kept racing. The rain continued to hammer the roof above us. And in the dark, with his arm around me and his hard cock pressed against my ass, I let the forbidden fire burn exactly the way it wanted to. I didn’t know if he was awake or not. The room stayed dark except for the occasional pale flash of lightning that slipped through the curtains. His arm remained heavy and warm around me, and the thick hardness of his cock pressed firmly against the soft curve of my ass. I couldn’t stop. My body refused to listen to the small, frightened voice in my head that said I should pull away and pretend none of this was happening. Instead, I kept grinding, slow and deliberate at first, then with more purpose, searching for the perfect angle that let me feel every ridge and throb of him through the thin layers of fabric between us. The more I moved, the harder he became. I felt him thicken and pulse against me. My gown had already ridden up, but it