Best Friends Dad Romance Books Novels & Stories

Have you ever thought of spreading your legs so fucking wide for your dad’s best friend that he wrecks your virgin pussy and fucks you full of cum for an entire summer while your dad thinks he’s just “protecting” you? Hey… it’s me again. Dad dropped the bombshell that I’d be staying with his best friend all summer. “Knox will look after you, baby. He’s family. You’ll be safe there.” Safe. Yeah right. Dad has no clue I’ve been creaming my panties for his best friend for years.

“So, are you going to tell me who your fantasy lover is? Is it someone I know? Hmm? What’s she like? It is a she, I hope. You haven’t gone gay on me, have you?" Well, my Dad certainly wasn’t pulling any punches, I thought. He’d come right out with his confession, and I was both proud of him, and a little intimidated at the same time. “Hmm, sounds like it’s confession time for me too, huh?” my Dad softly suggested. “I guess I have the same problem as you. My warmest fantasy is ... my daughter. Shit, I can’t believe I just said that! I mean, a father isn’t supposed to lust after his own offspring, but dammit, you’ve grown up to be such a beautiful young woman, Claire. A man would have to have

My dad pulled him in for a hug slapped him so hard on the back that I winced, and then walked out with my mom. Leaving us alone. By my calculations, we would have maybe five minutes before nurses came back in and took him from me. "So." I forced a grin. "You and my dad are best friends now?" "We both like meat." Zane nodded seriously. "So basically we're soul mates. Don't even get me started on his love of s'mores. From what I can tell, it borders on indecent, and I can't have you picturing your father in that way, Fallon."

He didn’t find it. “Before I say anything,” he said carefully, “you need to understand that what’s between Eli and me doesn’t take away what he feels for you.” Her stomach tightened, a cold, hollow thing opening up inside her chest. “So there is something.” He didn’t deny it. “Dad,” she whispered, the word cracking on its way out, “how could you?” Damian leaned forward, elbows on the table. “It didn’t start the way you think. It wasn’t planned. It was… gravity. Dangerous. Yes. But controlled.”

Not in that sick romantic way, just a way that a daughter could only love a father. Not once did he raise his voice at me; he always explained my punishments when I was a child. I wrote my emotions, and it became an extraordinary skill to learn. I took up his passion and began writing my own books. Dad liked the action, adventure, and sci-fi novels while I geared towards romance. The type of romance that doesn't exist in this world. The kind of romance that will never exist to any woman, the kind that makes you sick with longing. My dad believed in love once, and look where it got him? I loved to imagine the perfect man. Doing creative writing exercises was always fun; the perfectly handsome

He said; I smiled, “Thanks, Dad,” I told him. We grabbed our coffees and our muffins and sat at a table. We talked for a while before we decided to browse the books. I found one that I thought was really intriguing, The Sorceress’s Lover. I’m not sure why, but I love romance novels. For the longest time, I wondered why I was only writing fantasy; why not romance too? Dad walked over beside me and nodded towards the book, “Are you thinking about buying it?” He asked; I shrugged,

Andrew and I weren’t supposed to be talking, but I couldn’t stop getting my hopes up and thinking he’d throw caution to the wind and get in touch anyway. “It makes me feel odd,” I said, dropping my voice. “Having sex with my dad’s friend. Wouldn’t that be weird for you?” “No,” she flatly said. “Say you dated someone your dad had never met, then ended up getting married, and then he and your dad started watching football games or whatever guys do together. That happens all the time. It’s called becoming family. My brother in law Damon, and his wife, Bethany were basically family first. Remember? His father married her mother after everyone was grown and shit.” Crack went another peanut. “Andr

’ I muttered, sniffing while wiping my tears with my thumb. His handsome, flawless face flashed into my mind, as he stood in the kitchen, oblivious to the turmoil he'd unleashed inside me. My anger melted away instantly, leaving me vulnerable to the inescapable truth. ‘I was hopelessly ensnared in a love that defied all conventions, a love for the man I shouldn't desire - my father's best friend. But if he decides to choose his secretary over me— his goddaughter then so be it. “Ma'am, we are here.” Came the driver's voice, tugging me out of the haze of my thoughts.

Dad’s Best Friend Chapter 3: Stolen Afternoons The days that followed our first real kiss felt like walking on a tightrope — thrilling, terrifying, and impossibly delicate. Dad returned from his business trip none the wiser, happy to have his best friend around. He and Marcus spent mornings playing golf or working on some old car project in the garage, laughing like they were still twenty years old. Meanwhile, I tried to act normal — helping Mom with errands, reading by the pool, and pretending my heart didn’t skip every time Marcus walked into a room.

He looked like a man who had been arguing with himself for a long time and had finally stopped. He kissed me harder. His hand gripped the back of my neck, his mouth taking me apart. I grabbed his shoulders and kissed him back with four years of wanting behind it and the sound he made low in his chest went straight through me. "Rafael..." I breathed against his mouth. "We can't..." "Why not?" He asked, his lips moved to my jaw, my throat. I tipped my head back without meaning to and his mouth followed. "Because... because Chloe is my best friend," I stammered. "You're her father and I live here, and-"