All Chapters of 365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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91: His To Ruin

Elena’s POVDominic’s thumb hovers on the accept button, threatening to answer my dad’s call. The look on his face is cold, almost expressionless, and I can't really tell if he really means to take this pettiness a step further…Or if he’s enjoying my torture this much. “You won't.” I spew, careless, acting on my last ounce of courage. If there’s anything I know that he can't do, it's whisper our little dirty secret. He scoffs, look shifting from dominance to regret… slight regret that you can't miss if you look closely. “Just as you won't.” He says, reinforcing our oath of filthy secrecy.The call drops, causing the silence to echo in the suddenly open garage. I feel watched…Our ragged breathing is about the only loud sound. In silence, he slips the phone back in his pocket and turns over to get behind the wheel. Seconds pass, and the back door pushes open; he groans a command.“Get in.” His face hardens with his voice. I stay still on the cold floor. The awareness of sitting

92: Dad Issues

Elena’s POVDAD?!My heart skips, so sharply that I gasp and freeze in place. The bundles of cash slip out of my grip and come tumbling over, right on my feet, clear enough for him to see. He stands still, cold eyes on me, watching…Calculating every damn movement.There’s no escape, not even for a second. “D… dad?” I swallow dryly and try to find my way out of the awkward situation.Maybe having wads of cash is pardonable, but being in his best friend’s jacket?“Had a nice talk with your uncle, huh?” His voice is flat, looks devoid of emotions. It's hard to read him. “Ya…yeah…” I swallow for the tenth time in a row. “Uh… I ran into him when I left the hospital.” My voice is slowly coming together. “He was helpful, had to bring me home to be sure I’m safe.”“Hmmm,” he doesn't smile, just holds his cup of coffee and continues to nonchalantly stir it. “Let me guess, he helped you with his jacket… and cash, Elena.”‘Don’t fucking fall for it!’ I scream, trying to persuade myself not

93: A Little Correction

Marcus’ POVMy best friend is fucking my daughter…No.My best friend wants to fuck my daughter!Fuck!The mere thought of it knocks me out, sends raw rage pulsing through my veins, makes me livid as if I want to turn the world on itself.Not Dominic.Certainly not Dominic.‘Relax…’ I try to calm myself as much as I can, but I can swear with everything in me that it's not working. All the times we share bread and laugh, and go through life as men who were not supposed to shed tears, traumatize me. All those times I go over to him for help, fill him in on my problems, and sign my name on his open teller… all those damn times that I sold off my family in exchange for his help taunt me.Maybe if I hadn't been so stupid and too-trustworthy, maybe I wouldn't have allowed him to take her!Fuck! I failed her! She’s still too young… Too young for his mess! His ruin! I've only heard the stories of women Dominic uses and dumps… Ugly, shitty, stories! Oh, god! I shouldn't have allowed just a

94: A Snake In Your Yard

Dominic Mercer’s POV“You’re… sorry?” His voice thins out, mirroring unspeakable pain. I feel his body go limp against mine, frozen, in absolute shock, like the realization of the betrayal is just settling in. No fight.No words…Just stiff in a frozen state. “I'm sorry you feel that way.” I amend my words. If he’s this shocked to know the truth, then I must be the first to spill it. His rage, outbursts, and fright are from mere feelings. Feelings that are valid but he is still too blind to see.“Elena is my goddaughter,” My hands are still locked around his rigid frame. “I'm sorry if I put her in a bad light, but it's never my intention, brother.” Fuck!The slice of fresh pain that sears through my heart is so tough that I gasp. ‘Brother’… I have lost the right to call him that. As if nursing my bleeding heart, I pull away from him, as far away as I can get. The same part of me wants to end it here and now, but I’m too madly into her to give in. We stay still for the longest

95: Not To Late…

Dominic Mercer’s POV“… promise me, brother.” Marcus’ words hit me harder, every bullet ripping through my gut and rendering me as useless as the backstabbing friend I am.“I promise.” I manage my words, my mouth is suddenly too dry, heart is racing hard in my chest.This should be simple; pretend… except it's starting to get to me.“I should drop you off,” I say out of nowhere and push away my glass, meaning business. One more second and I’ll break down in tears, begging for mercy. “We need to think through this night.”“Yeah. Yeah.” He nods without a doubt. “I’ll head back to the hospital, Sophie is alone by herself.” He grabs his glass and takes the last chug. Wait… does that mean Elena is home alone? ‘This isn't what’s been said!!!’ The rational part of my brain slaps me back to my senses.“Plus, your little girl is leaving for college first thing tomorrow morning,” he says, a proud father. “I need to let her go home and get ready.”All the while, my brain is stuck with just p

96: Oops… Too Late

Dominic Mercer’s POV“You… You knew?” It's almost new that I’m not half as composed before her.Well, in my defense, this is a huge secret I’ve kept from her; buying all her erotic arts of me, roping her into this mess of a life… and eventually trapping her, forever. Slowly, she nods. She’s still seated on the same spot, legs wide open, hands carelessly by her side…Fuck… I wish she were facing me, I wish to get a glimpse of her body…Fuck!I close my eyes and try to remind myself why I’m here in the first place. “And you said nothing?” “Because I’ve always wanted to give you everything, Daddy.” She stiffens a moan and rolls to her side before standing up. The string of her panties is tucked upward, partly between the soft hollow between her thigh and her pussy… Her soft, glossy pussy mound is exposed, as well as her thick outer lips, and rough inner folds that crawl out of her body, dripping her cream!Mercer!Too late, I feel my hand graze my balls, feel it squeeze it gently…

97: Handed To The Wolves

Elena’s POVI collapse in a heap, soaked in my own squirt. My body is limp, pussy still spasms around his fingers. “This never happened.” He sighs as if regret will take away the guilt. “Yes, daddy,” I mumble, whatever puts us at peace. Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of my beating cunt, and lets go of my throat. He sits next to me, restless fingers reach to rake through my hair, and like a baby, I crawl onto his thighs.“Need anything else… for the trip?” I sigh and drink in his scent. My eyes move to his still-hardened cock, and the twitching in his muscles as if battling so much self-control.He wants to fuck me…And I want him to fuck me.“Is that why you came, Daddy?” I press my breasts onto him, needing him to make the move, to see my willingness and act on it.He sighs, louder than usual, and slowly detaches from my grip. “I have to go.”“Daddy—”He sticks out a finger, shutting me up with ease. “Your sister will be here soon. Maybe your dad too. Break him twice in a night

98: Raw Daddy

ELENAAnxiety bubbled beneath my skin. I was anxious. So anxious it was making me feel dizzy at the proximity between us.The receptionist glanced at me. A small, unpleased look on her face. I couldn't fathom her thoughts as she typed into the keyboard. Dominic had made reservations. This business meeting was a whole week, and yet I could bet this receptionist thought I was some sugar baby of his. A stack of erotic novels sat on top of a small bookshelf."Here's your keycard. Enjoy your stay." She spoke kindly, handing the keycard to me, though her eyes had suspicion. Mischevious glint, not it.Dominic's hand slid over my waist and down to my ass while not looking at her."They can see. She is looking," I spoke, feeling heat crawl up my cheeks. He squeezed harder, spanking me before scoffing."So? We are far away from your home. Let them look. It's not like anyone knows you here. Or is there someone you are hoping not to run into while with me?" Dominic asked.His voice came out cold

99: HIS

ELENAThe restaurant was too bright. I could feel every eye in the room even though no one was looking at us. Dominic's hand rested on my thigh under the table. His thumb traced small circles against the fabric of my dress."Smile at them and be polite. Don't embarrass me." He spoke, his voice low and even… this meeting seemed important to him.I nodded, forcing my lips upward. Across the table sat three men. Business partners. Their names were already gone from my memory. They were here to talk about imports.Dominic had explained it all in the elevator. I hadn't listened. My pussy was sore from him eating me out and I needed more… like a slut."Elena, this is Mr. Vance. Say hello." Dominic ordered, squeezing my thigh."Hello," I spoke, keeping my voice soft.Mr. Vance smiled. He was older than Dominic, with gray hair at his temples. His eyes dropped to my chest for half a second before returning to my face."Charming. You didn't mention you brought company, Dominic." Mr. Vance spoke

100: Daddy’s Slut

ELENAHe shoved his cock into my pussy. All of his hard thick inches in one brutal thrust that punched the air from my lungs.Forty years old. My father's best friend. I've known him since I was a child. And once again he was buried inside me, his hips flush against my ass, his breath hot on my neck. The taboo of it made my head spin.My fingers scrabbled against the marble sink. The cold bit my palms. Behind us, the door rattled again. Someone knocked harder. Dominic didn't care. He pulled back until only the tip remained…teasing, torturing… and then slammed into me again."Fuck." I gasped."You feel that? Feel how hard I am for you? Feel how this old man fucks that tight little cunt?" He growled against my ear. His hips snapped forward.The sound was wet and Obscene. My wetness coated him and I could hear it every time he bottomed out inside me. A slick, squelching rhythm that echoed off the bathroom tiles.His hand came down on my ass. Spanking me hard. The sting bloomed, then fad

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