Best Friends Father Romance Books Novels & Stories

"Julian is trying to help me. If my father trusted him with these files, then I trust him. Let him show me the documents." Evander stared down at me, his eyes burning with a dark, furious heat. I could see the muscles in his chest rising and falling with his breath. He was jealous. It wasn't just corporate control; it was personal. He didn't like Julian being near me, and he hated that I was defending him.

Almost there are, but not really. Anyway, he only shows it to her, and I hate it and her. But what I hate the most is how compatible she is with Damiem. How effortlessly they flow, how good they look together without even trying. He'd once told my father he admired women with fire, women who were his equals. The King had no use for a damsel in distress. The realization was a physical blow. I was his obligation—his best friend's broken, messy daughter. I retreated before they could see me, the vanilla scent of Nate’s jacket now feeling suffocating. I would return it. I would stop being a pain in his ass.

“Harder, Daddy… I mean, Father-in-law. Fuck your son’s bride properly!” Roman thrust up into her, making her cry out. “You hear that, Daniel?” he said calmly, voice steady even as he pounded Elodie’s dripping cunt. “This is what a real man sounds like when he’s claiming what you lost.” Elodie moaned louder, riding him frantically, her tits bouncing wildly. “Yes— Roman! I’m cumming on your cock again— Fuck me, Father-in-law! Fill me up!” The wet, rhythmic sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his thick shaft were unmistakable through the phone.

But my pussy was already aching, soaked from days of this unbearable tension, and when he wrapped one huge, calloused hand around his fat, veiny cock and gave it a slow stroke, I broke. My legs moved, and I stepped under the spray with him. ********* My name is Hailey, and I've been fucked up over my Uncle Brandon since I was old enough to understand what wet dreams felt like. He's not really my uncle... at least not by blood, thank God for that small mercy. But he's been Dad's ride or die best friend since middle school, my godfather, the man who showed up with roaring Harley engines and leather jackets that smelled like freedom and sin.

He yelled, while throwing his hands in the air. I could see the frustration on his face and I knew my friend was so pissed off, but what can I do when I can't extract myself from him? So what if Dante was older than I am? So what if he is my father’s friend and so what if he’s the mafia boss everyone fears? I don't give a fuck about that as long as he can accept me! As long as that man can make me his and love me too, but… My heart clenched tight as I remembered the news that Kelvin had brought to me.

He affirmed my identity just as I affirmed his. Luxuria Drakton. One of my father's best friends. My father had two best friends and one would think that both friends of his would also be friends but that wasn't the case. Luxuria Drakton and Grayson Drakton. Brothers. But I had never met brothers who hated each other as much as both did.

“With my dad right out there and my mom on her way, we can’t get caught. Not yet. This stepsibling thing is already crazy enough without adding more explosions.” Luke’s hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him so I could feel his cock starting to thicken again in his jeans. “I know, baby. But fuck, keeping my hands off you is gonna be torture. After filling that tight cunt earlier, all I can think about is bending you over again later and pumping another load in while your dad snores on the couch.” His voice stayed low and rough, breath hot on my neck as he kissed me quick and dirty, tongue flicking against mine before he pulled back.

His hard length rubs against my wetness, teasing me, and I moan in frustration. “Mr Luther, I can’t wait anymore.” I plead as I wrap my arms around his neck, grinding against him faster. I’m dying to feel his thick dick filling me and stretching me. “So my dirty little girl wants to be fucked by her father’s friend in the library,” he teases, grabbing my buttocks and rubbing me against him vigorously, driving me crazy. His dirty words make the atmosphere even more intense. And I don’t care that he’s my father’s friend—all I want right now is for him to fuck me.

“That's my father and yours. They were best friends from the womb, loving each other like they were one that they began to look alike that would explain how close their bond was. My father soon joined a bad gang and your father began to sell hard drugs for him and it was booming with lots of sales and no police involving in their business. Their bond grew stronger until my father trusting his best friend; your father decided to give him the highest volume of dress to take and he sold it to the companies. But he never returned the money, he told it and began to gamble, drink alcohol and follow women by living the most extravagant life to please te society ignoring my father pleas to return if

I asked softly. It was as though he battled to hold back his next words but he just spat it out. "The way you make me feel." He said. My blood froze as his hands touched mine but slowly it slipped down. I slowly jerked up, spreading my legs for him to inch closer and he did. "It's so..." His heated breathes slapped me in the face. "So so wrong" He added. "You're my best friend's daughter" And that was as much admittance that I could get. Admittance that I wasn't losing my mind.