All Chapters of Daddy’s Best Friend (collection of taboo love affairs): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter 31_Swingers party!

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

Chapter 32_The Swingers Party!

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

Chapter 33_The Swingers Party!

Lara gagged as both men thrust deep, her throat stretched to the limit. Niall held her hair tight in his fist, guiding her pace, while Richard braced her head still and fucked her face harder. Her muffled moans vibrated around them, saliva soaking her chin, dripping down her breasts. Richard’s voice was a rough snarl above her. “You’re going to swallow every drop, slut. Both of us.” Niall groaned, head tipping back. “Fuck—Lara, I’m so close—” They rammed into her mouth in jagged rhythm until, suddenly, Richard stiffened with a deep grunt. Hot ropes of cum shot down her throat. A heartbeat later, Niall groaned her name, filling her mouth too, the two streams mixing, overwhelming. Her eyes watered. She tried to swallow but it spilled past her lips, thick and messy, coating her chin and dripping onto her breasts. Richard smirked, pulling his cock free and smearing the last drops over her lips. “Good girl. You took both of us.” Niall dropped to his knees, wiping her mouth ten

Chapter 34_One Night, Two spell

The rain had arrived without warning that night, brushing softly against the Hale residence like a memory that refused to leave. Inside, the chandelier’s glow spilled across polished cutlery and wine glasses, filling the dining room with a warmth that felt rehearsed. Elena Hale adjusted a napkin that didn’t need adjusting. Her husband, Victor, was upstairs on a call, one of the many that seemed to stretch endlessly now. The table was set for three. Victor, her husband was hardly home these days, always away on business trips, and tonight was meant to be their first family dinner together in over a month. She’d been told the guest was family. A cousin, Victor had said vaguely, but not the kind who grew up around here. When the doorbell finally rang, she expected some older relative she’d forgotten, someone who’d pat her shoulder and ask the usual small talk about marriage and business. Instead, when she opened the door, the man standing before her didn’t belong to any of thos

Chapter 35_One Night, Two spell

The studio smelled of paint, linen, and a faint hint of lavender from the flowers Elena always kept by the window. Sunlight spilled across unfinished canvases, highlighting streaks of color that seemed to dance in the quiet. This was her world, her sanctuary, a place where every brushstroke was her voice. The elevator chimed. Adrian stepped out, even in casual clothes, he carried himself with an ease and confidence that made Elena’s chest tighten. “You really do work surrounded by chaos,” he said, stepping carefully over scattered brushes and swatches. His voice was low, smooth, teasing just enough. “Or maybe it’s organized chaos.” “Depends who’s looking,” she replied, standing up and brushing a strand of hair from her face. Her pulse quickened as he stepped close. “Then I’ll be honest,” he said, just close enough for her to feel the subtle warmth of his presence. “I like what I see.” Her dress was short and soft, the fabric clinging to her hips with effortless grace. It

Chapter 36_One Night, Two Spell

The growl of the car outside split the quiet of dawn. Elena froze halfway down the stairs, coffee still steaming in her hand. A door slammed, the sound of rolling luggage, then Victor’s voice was cheerful, brisk, as if he’d never been gone. “Lena?” She forced a smile and went to meet him. He looked exactly as he always did after long flights: expensive suit rumpled, eyes sharp with business energy, phone already buzzing with new messages. He kissed her cheek, a quick brush that barely touched skin. “You’re up early,” he said, setting his briefcase on the console table. “Couldn’t sleep.” He nodded absently and began dictating notes into his phone. Behind him, the hallway clock ticked too loudly. Elena’s heart raced with it, too fast, too uneven. Every step he took across the marble floor sounded like a test of how well she could hide everything that had changed overnight. Then Adrian’s voice came from the stairs. “Morning” Victor turned, his face brightening. “There he is! Th

Chapter 37_One Night, Two Spell

Time seemed suspended, as they paused to listen keenly. Then came the stumble.A heavy, uneven footfall on the stairs. A groan, a curse, and a thud. Elena froze, pulse skipping. Adrian’s brow furrowed, muscles tensing.“Victor?” Elena whispered, her stomach twisting.Another stumble, then a loud bang against a door. The drunken voice of her husband called out, slurred but insistent:“Elena! Open this door! Lena!”The tension exploded. Elena’s heart raced, thoughts scrambling. She grabbed a robe over her shoulders and moved as quickly as she could, racing down the hall.Victor’s confusion was clear as he leaned against Adrian’s door, fumbling with the handle. His eyes were wild, unsteady, and he kept repeating her name.“Elena…” he slurred. “I know you’re there…”Elena’s chest tightened. Calm had never felt so vital. She reached him, gently placing a hand on his arm. “Victor, stop. Please.”He resisted at first, muttering incoherently about the day, about her, about Adrian. But E

Chapter 38_One Night, Two spell

It took all nerves in him to resist the urge to shove his thick and still hard dick inside her folds which peeked perfectly in between her thighs as she lay curled on the floor.Adrian lifted her with effortless strength, the warmth of his hands tether to reality and desire all at once. The tub became their stage. He helped wash her of the sweat, while teasing her with his fingers circling her nipples, her clit and lips.Though she was all drained, her core responded to his every touch. When he carried her back to the bedroom, the air felt electric. Victor’s snores from down the hall were a strange contrast to the storm of sensation between them, he was there in body but utterly absent in the moment, and that knowledge made every brush of skin, every low murmur, every stolen glance sharper, more dangerous.Adrian moved with deliberate, intoxicating intensity. Elena’s breath caught with each subtle shift, the heat radiating off him impossible to ignore. He placed her gently on the b

Chapter 39_One Night, Two Spell

Shattered.. The Hale mansion had been unusually quiet all week; quiet in a way that made every room feel too large, every hallway too hollow, and every whispered thought too loud. A week had passed since the investors’ dinner. A week since Victor stumbled home drunk with Adrian in tow. A week since Elena crossed the point of no return, letting herself fall into a darkness she had spent years trying to avoid. A week since she let Adrian touch her, claim her, carve himself into her memory in ways she could not erase, even if she wanted to. And now that the flames had cooled into embers, she was left with something far heavier, guilt that lived beneath her ribs like a bruise. Elena had never been more conscious of her husband’s presence, of his mannerisms, of the exhaustion that clung to him. Every time he walked past her, she felt a quiet ache of shame. Every time he kissed her cheek distractedly, she felt the weight of her betrayal pressing harder into her bones. But Adrian…. A

Chapter 40_One Night, Two Spell

It had been one full month since Adrian walked out of the mansion with nothing but his car keys, a duffel bag, and a storm of shame shadowing every step. He hadn’t gone back since. Not once. Not even to retrieve the coat he left on the living room chair the night everything detonated like a grenade in the heart of Victor’s carefully controlled world. Since then, he had lived almost silently inside a glass-walled hotel suite that overlooked the city, far above the noise, yet carrying a noise of his own. Only business meetings made their paths crossed if unavoidable. And that was it. Victor, meanwhile, had gone in the opposite direction. He drowned himself in work. Projects. Meetings. Site inspections. Late-night research. Bidding documents. Investor calls. More work. More distractions. More distance. His colleagues began to whisper that he slept in his office. Elena, when she called, was met with a polite apology or a quick “I’ll call you back.” And he never did.

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