Novel & Cerita Boyfriend Dad Erotic Story

My dearest Aurora, If you're reading this, then I've already left. Please don't blame Alexander. This was my decision. This afternoon I was contacted by Marcus Hale. If I gave myself up to you you would leave me alone. I couldn't allow my mistakes to destroy your future. Please don't look for me. Live your life. And if you can... Forgive your father. I love you. —Dad Aurora was getting to the final line of the paper, which was all smeared with tears. "No..." Her voice broke. "No..."

“I’m so fucking wet right now just standing here. Aching for you.” His breathing grew heavier. “You have a boyfriend, Lily. And I’m your father’s best friend. This is fucked up.” “I’ve never let him fuck me,” I confessed, staring straight into his eyes. “This tight little virgin pussy has always been waiting for you. I touch myself thinking about you every night. I even sent you a picture last night… me on my bed, legs spread wide, fingers buried deep in my dripping cunt, moaning your name. Did you look at it, Daddy?”

A low, deep laugh rumbled through him, “such a little whore, that you are.” Rather than being offended, I found it amusing and chuckled, “I love fucking you.” “Tasting your cunt was wrong, but it makes it all the more exciting. Go to bed before Logan begins to suspect.” I went to grab my lingerie and walk into the house, a huge smile spread across my face. I’ve finally fucked Dante, my father’s best friend and my boyfriend’s father. Sex with him was all shades of forbidden, but like he had said, it makes it all the more exciting.

“We both know what a little tease you are. Always coming into my house looking like sex on legs… your big fucking tits spilling out of every top and dress. Parading that body around, begging to be noticed.” “Damon…” I gasped. “I don’t.” “Yes you do, and I fucking love it,” he growled, stepping closer and grabbing the hem of his son’s t-shirt. “God, I’ve been dying to see your big tits bare." He pulled the t-shirt up and then over my head in one swift motion, exposing my bust. It bounced free, heavy and full at my boyfriend’s dad. He groaned and immediately cupped them in his large hands, squeezing them firmly.

"It won't be for more than a week." "That is way too long, what about school." Dad reasons. "Am sure I will be able able to cover all the works when I come back." I plead. "Please, I promise dad." "Also promise you will call every single day." He adds. "That too." I give him a full smile. "Okay." He groans. "And when do I get to meet your boyfriend." "Boyfriend?" I choke on my saliva. "Huh..." "No need to lie kiddo, I know you are dating your boss, Xavier. I mean why else does he keeps sending you gifts."

I said, “It happened more than one night, He paid double.” She said, “Okay, and?” I said, “Yesterday morning he fucked me hard again. Then he said he wants my heart, not just body, no more money and asked me to be his girl for real.” Lisa said, “What did you do?” I said, “I said no and left. We argued bad. He touched me flirty while asking, his hand on my hip. Fingers on my neck but i pulled away. I told him about dad breaking my arm, about my ex. I said my heart stays locked.”

"I'm your slut! I'm your cock-slut, Daddy!" I was getting close. The tightness of his ass, the visual of us fucking next to his father, the sheer naughtiness of it all—it was too much. "I'm gonna come," I growled. "Inside you. I'm going to fill you up right here." "Yes! Please! Breed me, Daddy!" I slammed into him one last time and exploded. I came hard, pulsing deep inside his ass. I didn't pull out. I just held him there, pinning him against the couch, while I emptied myself into him.

I rasped and sent the message. I decided to clean up even if I had no idea what happened, I live here and I have nowhere else to go. Just as I was picking up the glass on the floor I came across a note, it read "For Mac" on it and that is what my boyfriend always calls me. "I'm sorry we had to part ways like this but you must have realized that I never really loved you, I can't keep pretending anymore and we both know that I hate forcing things" What is he talking about?

She couldn’t tell him the truth. How could she tell him that her boyfriend doesn't make her scream? That she wished he did. That her body was actually aching for the kind of rough, filthy passion she’d heard last night. She can't let him know. "That’s none of your business." She said. “Maybe,” he murmured, curving his mouth into a wicked smile. “But I bet I’m right. Because you should have known how it feels to have a big dick slamming hard into you, and consider my visitor's happiness."

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.