All Chapters of Pleasuring my dad's best friend : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ScottOne punch, just one or maybe two. My fingers curled into a fist at my side. I had sensed a weird energy the second my eyes caught sight of the fellow.His eyes wouldn't leave Eliana's body. Disregard in broad daylight—broad nightlight.Wrapping my arms possessively around Eliana, I opened my mouth to speak. Her hand tugged at my shirt. I lowered my gaze; her eyes were wide open, a kind of reprimand or warning. Then she whispered, "Don't," slowly shaking her head."I’m Eliana, you?" She smiled softly at the lady with the creepy-ass man."I'm… I'm Phoebe," the woman muttered, taking a step backward.The man's gaze lingered on the red-haired woman; his expression was unreadable. His lips were pressed in a thin line. Something was off about the couple. Whatever it was, it was not my concern. "Why are you here?" I asked impatiently.The man smiled, a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "We came over to say hello." His gaze returned to Eliana. I felt my wife shiver. In my at

Scott The veins and muscles of my neck stood out, straining as I fought for control. The pleasure was so intense. Unable to hold back, I thrust forward, driving my dick deep down her throat. I pulled out for a brief moment, giving her time to breathe. She wasn't the only breathless person in the room. Her chest heaved, saliva slid down her chest. Still, she didn't take the time to breathe. My dick was back in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. Nothing else mattered. Just me and her in the room, my dick in her mouth and pure intense pleasure. Her fingers curled tightly around my cock, stroking as she sucked. "I need to be inside you…" I gasped, trying to pull away. Her fingers dug deep into skin, making sure I remained in place. I was so close, my throat bobbed, my breath hitched and my balls twitched. I twisted her hair in my hand, pulled back until her eyes stared deep into mine. If she wanted my cum in her mouth then I would give her just that. I kept thrusting my cock in

Eliana The air was a little cooler than it was in the afternoon. My dress swayed to the direction of the wind. I hadn't thought the place could get any better until that evening. It looked almost magical.Scott held my hand and directed me to the little restaurant I hadn't realized was in the villa. The rooftop was made of thatch, but inside was a beautiful wooden ceiling.We were guided to our reserved table. "Scott!"A familiar voice called out. We both turned to the direction of the voice.Scott's jaw tightened. I could feel the tension in his body. "Ignore them," he ordered. Taking my hand, he guided me to the table, helping me to my seat."You don't have to get so worked up about someone that doesn't even matter." I placed my hand over his.I didn't want anything to ruin our evening. His eyes softened; the lines on his forehead relaxed.Putting his other hand on top of mine, he squeezed gently. "You're right. I'm sorry." I wasn't pissed or mad about his reaction. There was an

ElianaTension filled the air. The deafening silence grew; my head was a loud mess of "what ifs." I was mad at myself and mad at Scott. I hated being weak. If I were strong enough, none of this would have happened.Going over the interrogation following the arrival of the cops, I got even more pissed. Had they come to ask questions to understand the situation better, or just because they wanted to make me go over the experience a few times?"That's enough! Can't you see she's—""Sir, we're just doing our job," the officer cut in."Then do it properly," Scott bit back.Placing my hand on his, I silently begged him not to say anything else."You are aware the victim might press charges—"Scott's body went still, tension exuding from him. It was like he was fighting for control."Victim? Victim… Did you just say, 'victim'?"The officer dared to nod, confirming Scott's question.My blood boiled; my vision blurred. Still, I forced myself to stay calm. "I think it's time for you to leave."

ElianaMafia? Mafia? Was I the only one who had heard that part? Did Scott not understand what that could mean for us?Fuck, we were doomed and it was all because of me. If I had just—no, that wouldn't change anything.I was torn between wanting an escape and wanting to help this defenseless woman who had come to us for help.On shaky legs, I walked to the room, intent on talking to him. He had given orders on what was to be done, but I understood nothing except the impending doom that hung above us."Scott…" Words failed me. I had a lot to say—a lot of questions—but couldn't voice them. I did not know how.There was a glimmer in his eyes when he looked at me. A faint smile appeared on his lips. He was effortlessly handsome, shirtless and rough. A little mess never ruined beauty.My purpose for joining him in the room was forgotten for a moment. One look at his injured hand and fear gripped me once more, knocking the air out of my chest.I fidgeted, searching for the right words. "I—"