Dad's Best Friend Romance Books Novels & Stories

I have always known her to be a straightforward person, but can she fucking chill? "That's my dad's friend, Mr. Lucien..." I paused, turning to him but trying to avoid his gaze. "Mr. Lucien, my best friend, Alexa Whites," "Wow! He is your dad's friend? Gosh! He is super hot!" Alexa said, whispering the last part as she stared at him flirtatiously. She looked like she was going to devour him if given a chance. "Hi, Mr. Lucien," Alexa extended her hand for a handshake.

“Why are they here?” I hissed under my breath. “I was told that you and the Marshall boy were close, so I specifically reached out to them,” my father said. I turned to glare at the man with bitter disdain. “Brad and I are not dating anymore,” I told him. “He cheated on me with someone who I thought was a friend, nonetheless. I can’t believe you.” My father waved off my frustration and rolled his shoulder back. “I’m sure that it was all a misunderstanding. Nothing more than a youthful spat.”

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-"

I knew I was playing with fire, but something about the forbidden nature of it all was intoxicating. Lola was my best friend, and her dad was off-limits. Yet here I was, flirting shamelessly with him. “You know,” I continued, leaning forward slightly, “I’ve always thought you were way too young to be a dad. You could pass for one of our college professors.” He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Is that so? And here I thought I was just an old man.” “Definitely not old,” I murmured, my voice dropping to a whisper.

A moan rose to my throat, but I bit it back gently, trying not to do much. This is wrong! His hands on my pussy were wrong. Getting my coochie fucked by my best friend’s dad was wrong, but what was even more terrible was the way my body trembled and the way my pussy hugged his finger, shamelessly loving how he drilled me while keeping his eyes completely locked on mine. Oh! The nerve of me to hate this man and love his fingers! The nerve of me to fucking enjoy the thrust of my best friend’s Dad. I don't like him. I still don't. But no man. Absolutely no man in my entire life has ever made my pussy feel this way…

I don’t know if it’s a trick question, so I don’t react to her. “Ava,” finally, her face softens enough that I can see my best friend shining through. I feel my eyes starting to water, just so overwhelmed with every emotion and thing that’s happened since the day Liam and I first kissed. “Sure, it’s fucking weird that you’re dating my father, but oh well. As long as you’re both happy and you’re both taken care of, what am I supposed to do? It’s not right for me to tell you how to feel, or where to find happiness. I just don’t want either of you getting hurt. I mean, he’s my dad, Ava. Besides you and Daniel, he’s all I’ve got left. He’s the only family in my life. His happiness is just as imp

“Dad! Knock off with that bullshit, right now! Ever since Mom left, you’ve always made sure I was warm at night, clothed in the day, and had food in my tummy. I’ve never wanted anything, and I love you for that. And since you’ve lightened up over the last three years, you’ve always been there when I needed to talk. Always! I guess I'm hanging around here because you’re my best friend. Okay?” My Dad gazed into my eyes and realized how much he loved me. I put up with his moods, his tendency to stay by himself, but I was always there when he needed to be with someone, especially when the loneliness overwhelmed him. He kissed me softly on the forehead, then, as was his custom, again on the tip o

And more, he gave, every stroke digging deeper into me, every strike against my bare butt cheeks, was a near-death experience as he pounded me nonstop, not giving me any room to breathe. I did not want anything else, just being his slut was a big deal, I was willing to die taking big daddy's dick than salvaging my 6 years old friendship with Olivia, unremorsefully. _____________ Juliana Roberts, 23 years old, Fashion Blogger, falls in love with her best friend's uncle and Godfather, Charles Davenport who owns a fashion brand she's obsessed with. This is a steamy story of how one friendly night on the yacht led to several nights of passionate romance and sexcapades.

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.