All Chapters of Pleasuring my dad's best friend : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

126 Chapters

101: Paella of truce

Scott's POVHours passed and I still did not go home. I was basically a housemate Sebastian didn't plan for. We were both miserable, except he was worse. Whatever happened between him and Samantha had broken him.“I know how hard you worked to get her…”I recalled how foolish he had looked back then. Sometimes he made up excuses to be at my office just to get a chance to talk to her.“Yeah, I acted like a weirdo—a creep.” He gulped his beer like it was water.“Do you think there could be another chance? Did she give you a reason for the split?”Sebastian nodded in response. He smiled, but it did not reach his eyes; they seemed sad.“She did. There's no second chance for us. She loves someone else.” He laughed, lifting his bottle in the air. “To love.”I had no idea what to say to him. If Eliana ever left me for another, I don't know what I would do. I would probably look worse than Sebastian.“How's Sandra doing? Do her parents know about her near-death experience?” he mutte

102: Unfortunate Results

Scott's POVHow long does it take for a sedative to work? I began to think I had misunderstood her intentions. Since she wasn't showing any sign of being drugged, I decided to put on a little show. Shaking my head, I blinked rapidly, trying to get rid of the invisible fog. “My head…”I had barely said anything when Stacey came straddling me. “Don't worry, sweetie, you'll be alright.”She tried to press her lips against mine, and waves of revulsion hit me. My skin crawled, but I had to finish what I had already started.“No kisses for a filthy bitch like you.” My words were slurred, my hand wrapped firmly around her neck.“Yes! Choke me, daddy!” My stomach twisted. I fought so hard not to double over and empty the contents of my stomach. The only way I could go through with this crap was to lose a little bit of my sanity. I had already missed the chance.“Eliana..?”“Yes, it's me, sweetheart. I want you to brutalize my body. I've missed that huge cock of yours.”Even if a wit

103: Left in the Dark

Eliana's POV The soft caress of the wind on my skin felt heavenly. I stared down at the busy streets of the city below. It was Susie's idea to sit and talk on the rooftop terrace.“This tastes wonderful,” Susie hummed, taking another bite of the Victoria sponge cake. “I think she'd be able to make it as good as the one I had in London.”“She did a good job,” I muttered after taking a bite of my own cake.We both ate our cakes quietly, savoring the taste on our tongues. It tasted wonderful; I felt good—better than I had been the day before.“When will Dad be back?” I had asked the question before but hoped the reply would be more specific than “I'm not sure.” It wasn't.“I don't know yet, dear. Hopefully before the week is over.”“Okay.”She studied my face for a moment, put the piece of cake back on her plate, and cleared her throat.“If you're worried about me asking questions—”“No, it's not that… It's—it's something different.” I knew she could tell when I was bothered a

104: Ghosts

Scott's POV“This wasn't part of the plan,” Sebastian remarked, staring at the bound Stacey.“It is. It was all her idea.”“You think they'll believe you?” He glanced at the crazy woman and then back at me.“They don't have to believe me. They will believe the evidence,” I said sternly. “Did—”“One more word from you, Sebastian. I swear, just one more word.” Every word was spelled out with warning. My nose flared; my eyes were focused.Yes, this probably wasn't the best idea, but it worked.“Look, I informed the police department about her being here. You know that.”He nodded slightly. “Yeah, I'm just pulling your leg. I know you're going to say, ‘I'm cutting your bonus next month.’ Don't worry, I know you won't.”I tightened my jaw, biting hard on nothing to stop myself from responding. When did I ever give him the idea that he could mess around in important situations? Deep down, I wanted to laugh at how easily I had fallen for his idiocy.“While she can be interrogated here, it's

105: Replica

Eliana's POVSafe. That was something I had longed to feel again, and finally, I was. My happiness wasn't exactly complete since I had to be separated from the man I loved, and as the days went by, my desire to be next to him only increased.“Are you sure about this?” Susie stared at me with a long face, her brows drawn together.“Yes, Susie. It kills me to be apart from Scott. I miss Dad, but it's been five days.” Five days had passed and we still didn't know when he would be back in Houston. “I understand… You'll be home for the holidays anyway.” Her voice was calm, but her eyes were dull. She didn't want me to go, not yet.I realized I was the child she never had. For her, this was the moment her daughter left home. She had every right to be a little sad. Wrapping my arms around her, I kissed her hair. “I love you, Susie. You're the best mama in the world!”She choked out a small laugh. It was more of a sob than laughter. “Oh, sweetie… I love you too.”We remained that way

Chapter 106: Breathless

Eliana's POV Staring out the window, I took in the view of each building, signs—everything. I would miss Houston, but London was home now. Scott did not know about my plans of returning so soon. My heart fluttered just imagining Scott's reaction and how we were going to spend our little time together. There was nothing wrong with me wanting a little bit of the honeymoon I didn't have before I have to return to Houston again.Susie was quiet. We both didn't have much to say. The last thing I wanted to do was talk about my relationship in a car filled with employees. We got to the airport and I was just too excited to get to the gate. “Take care of yourself, honey.”“I will. Take care of yourself, Susie,” I said with a smile. Frank’s annoying stare never fails to get under my skin. Could he look any less intimidating? I could have sworn he hated me. We were back in London in less than ten hours. It was about 1 AM. The streets were lonely—quiet with just a few cars, illuminated by

107: In My Head

Scott's POV Patterns on a ceiling are always interesting when sleep becomes a quest to conquer. I had been lying in bed for quite a while, waiting for sleep to claim me. Still, nothing. Tired of just being idle and having my mind worry about everything and nothing, I got out of bed, determined to finish the work I had started earlier.“Good morning, sir.” The butler greeted me. Two maids and the cook did the same.Morning? Wasn't it midnight? Fuck, it’s not dawn yet. Why the hell were they up so late? They all looked like they were starting the day—working at such an unholy hour of the night.“What are you all doing—” Nope, I didn't want to know. “Go to sleep, all of you.”Domestic staff gossip every now and then; I learned that at my grandmother's house. But this… why gather at midnight, depriving themselves of sleep?Drowning myself in work seemed reasonable. It was going well until I began to feel sleepy. “Fuck!” I rubbed my hands over my eyes, trying to force the sleep o

108: A little harder

ElianaMy body quivered, not in fear but in excitement—pleasure. Scott's caresses were feather-light, driving me wild with need. His scent was intoxicating: clean, hot male flesh. His tongue circled my clit, moving lower, nudging at my entrance and then back to my clit. With his tongue, he made love to my body—my breasts, neck, even my bellybutton got a bit more of his tender ministrations. He seemed taken away by my new piercing.I was hot, breathless, and in need of release. He was driving me crazy with the wait, yet I didn't want what he was doing to me to stop.“Scott, please…” I whispered, gasping for air as his hot mouth circled around my nipple. My senses heightened with every touch, every kiss, every gentle caress of his hands. In response, he kissed me slowly and passionately. A promise of just how gently he planned to make love to me. There was love written all over it.“I need you now… please Scott, please.”I loved the sensation and the passion, but I

109: Maldives

Scott“Don't fucking hold back on me, Scott!”Those words were all it took for the control I had to crumble.“Yes, yes! Like that…”Her voice shook with the intensity of my thrusts. I should have stopped. I wanted to, but I couldn't. Pleasure came rushing to my head. Eliana seemed to love it this way. I was worried I was hurting her, scared her moans were not just moans of pleasure but of pain. Still, I couldn't bring myself to stop.Her fingers dug into my skin, eyes clouded with desire, her moans like music fueling my drive to keep going. She was so wet that my cock slid in and out of her with slippery ease. Her pussy gripped my dick tightly, each slam drawing a lewd, wet squelch.“Mmmh… Yeah! A little harder,” she moaned, lifting her hips even higher to meet my thrusts.“Fuck, Ellie. You drive me so fucking crazy.” Each word was punctuated by a hard slam, earning a loud moan from her.“Fuck me like a good little slut. I want cum in my pussy, daddy.”My hips bucked,

110: Creepy Adkins

ElianaThe air was cool, a little warmer than it was in London. Everything was so perfect. It still felt unreal. Scott had made all the arrangements, packing both our bags and being such a wonderful travel companion as well as husband.At the deck, I sat on the steps leading to the water, enjoying the scenery. Light illuminated through the glass walls of each villa. Absently, I dipped my feet into the water, letting the coolness caress my skin.“What's on your mind?” His voice came from behind me.“Nothing, I'm just enjoying the view. Everything seems so perfect. Thank you.”Scott quietly sat next to me, his feet deep in the water.“Don't thank me, wife. I should be the one thanking you.” His voice was calm and gentle, yet serious. His gaze was intense.I couldn't seem to stop myself from laughing. I mean, he made all of this possible in every way. I didn't get it.“For what?” I studied his face, wondering what his response was going to be. “Why thank me?”“For accepting m

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