Boyfriend Dad Erotic Story Novels & Stories

The title caught me off guard. 'His Father’s Kiss.' I tapped on the link immediately and the description made my pulse skip. 'My ex boyfriend betrayed me. But his father sure tastes nice.' It was a short erotica and I should've known better than to d******d the book to read it. Than to proceed with it all. But it was weird that such an absurdly relatable storyline had found me in the first place and I just couldn't help but itch to know how the story went. Curiosity won. I downloaded the book and began reading, fingers tight around my phone.

vanished. I didn't know if it was the forbidden nature of this or the fact that this man—my boyfriend’s father—was actually doing this better than his son ever had. But I loved and reacted willingly to every moment of it. "Mmm-nnn-gh! Yes! Right there! Ohhh yes! Ah! Please! Ohhh, fuck!" I was sobbing, my entire body vibrating as the tension coiled into a tight, explosive knot in my stomach. He didn't get up. He increased the pressure, his mouth sealing over me as he sucked every drop of slick wetness from my clit.

I snapped my head back and saw a man with a thick gold chain around his neck, a leather briefcase tucked under his arm like it was an accessory. My eyes widened. "Who are you?" Before I could say more, he suddenly straddled me and started slapping me hard across the face, left and right. "You little brat! I didn't painstakingly raise you all these years being a butcher just for you not to recognize your father! "Call me Dad, then apologize to Mabel!"

Kate scrolled down to the screenshots below the app description and swiped her thumb to the left. The screenshots featured the same soft artwork and oil pastel colors: a park, a beach, sample chat exchanges, the guy’s bedroom, his wardrobe and a chart of various emoticons. The screenshots announced: | Create your very own customizable boyfriend! Enabled with empathic AI, Your Dream Boyfriend will listen intuitively to you! Travel around the world with him! Purchase upgrades for your stylish boyfriend makeover!

How could you ask your father's friend for sex? I smacked my head, and I winced. The image of last night being so wild and sweet made me smile. Asher was truly a god in bed who kissed death. I looked at my entire body, covered in red spots from Asher's little bites. Asher sucked every inch of my skin. He licked up my sweat! I felt so... horny again. But he's my father's friend!

Tory's POV " How did this happen?" I asked, my eyes widened in shock. " I... It just happened once" Tia said nervously. " Who is the father?" " Please don't hate me" " Tia, as far as it isn't Rex I won't" She laughed nervously before she said, " it's Brian". "Oh my God!" I said in whispers as I covered my mouth. " I thought you said you don't like him?" " That I had sex with him doesn't mean that I like him"

“My pussy belongs to my best friend’s dad. It’s all yours, Daddy.” He reached between us and rubbed my clit in tight circles. I came instantly, screaming his name as my walls clamped down around his thick cock, milking him. He didn’t slow down. He fucked me straight through it, chasing his own release. “Gonna fill you up,” he panted, sweat dripping down his chest onto my breasts. “Gonna pump this tight cunt full of my cum while my daughter is out partying. You want that, sweetheart? Want Daddy’s load deep inside you?”

He grabbed one of my legs, hooked it higher over his arm, opening me up even more. The new angle let him slam in deeper, grinding against my clit with every stroke. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, eyes locked on mine, dark and intense. “So tight… so wet… taking your dad’s best friend’s cock like you were made for it. Been wanting this little pussy for years.” His words sent a shiver through me. The guilt, the thrill, the pure filth of it all mixed together and made everything ten times hotter. My best friend’s dad was fucking me raw in my own bedroom while his wife was next door, and I was loving every second.

"Yeah... of course." "But there are guests at the house today," he added quickly. "My friend just became a dad. He didn't have a venue for the baby's one-month celebration, so they're using our place." He looked at me carefully. "You don't mind, do you?" I used to think he was something otherworldly. Whenever I was bullied, he always appeared like a hero in a storybook. Whenever I was sick, he stayed calm, steady. One winter, the two of us had gone out to buy fireworks. We passed by a couple arguing. The girl was in tears—turned out the guy had lied to her and snuck off to meet another woman.

"Dude, say something! F*ing say something!" He collapsed onto the floor, tears streaming down his face. He didn’t care anymore; his heart was shattered. Finally, Jude’s voice broke the silence, quieter than before, filled with disbelief. "What? Are you joking? How could this be possible?" Kelly had no answers. All he knew was what he saw. "I’m not joking. I saw them kissing today. Lucy told me my dad’s her boyfriend. I don’t get it—how is that even possible? I’m losing my mind over this."