Boyfriend Dad Erotic Story Novels & Stories

Raphael yelled over his shoulder, "Didn't my mom ask you to start trying for a baby? You said no, didn't you? You don't want to give birth? Fine. Once Brie has the baby, we'll raise it for you. That kid'll be yours." What kind of joke is this? Me, raising Brie's child? "Screw off." I slammed the door behind them. Finally, peace. A few minutes later, Tom came back alone. He pressed a small box into my hand. I opened it. A pair of earrings lay inside. Tom plucked one up and leaned in close, brushing his fingers against my earlobe. "Don't move. Raphael was in the way earlier, so I couldn't give it to you." He fastened the earring and leaned back to take a good look, visibly pleased.

“Fuck. Your boyfriend is looking for you—little does he know I fucked the hell outta you.” I chuckled dark and low, fingers sliding between her thighs to feel the fresh mess I’d left. “Three times today, princess. Filled this tight little cunt while he was texting you like a worried puppy. He was right outside that door, and you were in here naked, legs wrapped around Daddy, whimpering as I came inside you again. How’s that feel, baby? Knowing your man’s hunting for his sweet girlfriend while she’s dripping his father’s load?”

I'll make sure of it! Suddenly I got a brilliant idea!....Yes, I know what to do! "Liam?...What a surprise, but is everything alright because it's late dear!?" "No I'm not alright!...dad stole my girlfriend!" "What??....really, wow i knew he was crazy but that crazy?...what happened exactly?¨ "I brought her home some weeks ago and he just kissed her....like with tongue and all in front of me!" "Oh....wow but how did that happen and did she kiss him back or refuse?"

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!"

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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"

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.