All Chapters of Daddy’s Best Friend (collection of taboo love affairs): Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

Richard groaned low in his throat as Lara worked him deeper, her lips stretched around his thick cock, spit running down her chin. He tugged her hair harder, forcing her to look up at him with tear-brimmed eyes, his length filling her mouth. “Fuck…look at you,” he growled thrusting slow and deep, watching her choke and moan around him. “You love this. You love being on your knees for me.” Lara whimpered nodding faintly with her mouth full, her hands gripping his thighs to steady herself. She sucked harder her tongue tracing every vein eager to please. Blackwell yanked her back suddenly his cock slipping free with a wet pop. He smirked at the sight of her swollen lips and messy chin. “Good girl,” he rasped thumb wiping her spit only to smear it across her cheek. “Now turn around. Bend over the edge.” Her pulse raced as she obeyed pressing her palms against the cold rooftop ledge arching her back. Her dress rode up, exposing her ass to the night air. She shivered, half from the c

The red room door swung open, and Niall froze mid-motion. He had one of the women still trembling against the chains when Richard Blackwell entered, Lara clinging to his arm.The two women in red looked at each other, exchanged sly smiles, and slipped out quickly without a word almost as if they had expected this. The air thickened the moment the door closed.Now it was just the three of them.Richard’s gaze swept over Niall, shirt clinging to his chest with sweat, and then down to Lara, her lips still swollen from their rooftop kiss. He smirked, one hand possessively stroking her hip.“Your husband knows,” Richard said, his voice smooth and commanding. “And he wants this as much as you do.”Lara’s heart raced. She glanced at Niall, but instead of anger, she saw hunger blazing in his eyes.“I only want one thing,” Richard continued, his dark gaze fixed on her. “If I’m to have you both tonight, you give me control. No questions. No hesitation.”Niall’s jaw clenched, but he stepped forw

The rain came in gentle threads that night, tapping against Jenna’s kitchen window as if reminding her of how quiet her house had become. The old clock ticked louder than usual, echoing off the walls that once knew laughter and warmth. Now, there was only the soft hum of her thoughts and the ache of solitude. She had been widowed for three years. Three years of polite smiles to the world, of telling everyone she was fine, that time had dulled the edges of her grief. But it hadn’t. It had only buried the ache deeper, beneath a calm, practiced voice. Then he came back. Evan. The boy who used to mow her lawn and chase her dog around the yard. The boy with shy smiles and summer-tanned skin. Only he wasn’t a boy anymore. When Jenna opened her front door that afternoon and found him standing there—broad-shouldered, taller, with the kind of confidence that came from knowing the world now saw him as a man—something in her chest shifted. Something warm and frightening all at once. “Mrs.