Daddy’s Best Friends Novels & Stories

I remember when Sharon would tell me she would go over to his place when Tony was working and staying at his condo downtown. “Yeah, and they played it off like it was no big deal,” “Well to them, it is no big deal,” I stated. I traced my fingers down his chest, dragging back and forth over his stomach. “But he’s my best friend,” Tony exhaled looking up to the ceiling. “And I’m your mom’s best friend. So where does that leave us?” “In a fucked up situation,” I nodded my head in agreement. “I was just thinking what your mother would say about us being together,” I raised my eyebrows and shook my head slowly.

Tara Blakewood POV “You can think of me as your dad!” Kaiden said, waiting for my reply. “What?” “You’re my friend’s daughter. He sent you to me because he trusts me. Instead of saying ‘Sir,’ just call me Daddy!” I didn’t think much. I just found myself nodding in agreement as he left my room with a smile. I thought about taking a shower, but I was too tired to move. I walked toward a door to check if it was a bathroom. I stripped off my underwear, imagining him walking in and seeing me like this, exposed but I didn’t care.

“I don’t want to be here anymore.” “I did too. I want to hear about your childhood, Astrid. Your college days and your first date even though your dad already told me that part. I want to hear it from you.” I laughed, "Don’t pretend you care about me, Sir.” “You’re wrong about that. Your father is my best friend and I’ve been informed that I’m your godfather. So, I do care about you and I want you to believe that.” I bring my eyes to his.

Fingers threaded through his hair, pressing him against my pussy, refusing to let him pull away even an inch. “Mmmmmmmm… Fuck!” The words tumbled out of me in a shaky moan. I couldn’t believe it. My best friend’s dad was eating me out on her bed. The man who used to help me with homework, who used to drive me and Mira to school, who had always treated me like another daughter, was now on his knees between my spread legs, licking up every drop of the juice that kept spilling from me, sucking my pussy like he was starving for it.

He gave Evander a stiff bow before turning around and walking down the corridor. The moment Julian was out of earshot, Evander stepped closer, his shadow completely covering me. "You're already making friends on your first hour here." "He was my father's trusted lawyer," I whispered, keeping my voice low so the nearby executives wouldn't hear us. "Unlike everyone else in this building, he actually seems happy that I'm alive. Why are you acting like this? You look like you want to throw him out of the window."

Chapter 1 Brief Synopsis – Matt Thompson brings his best friend Chase Dansberry home for the holidays. Little did h know that his best friend would hit it off with his mother, Ellie, who is every young man’s perfect Milf come true “Hey Dansberry!” Matt Thompson yelled down the hall of his dormitory. Three doors down his best friend stuck his head out of his room. “What?” “Why don’t you come to my house for Thanksgiving? You never leave. At least you can get a couple of hot meals and wash your laundry. Not to mention there are some fine looking girls in my neighborhood.”

he replied. "Dad, what would you have done if one of your friends had dated me?" I asked as I looked over at him. I was nervous about his answer. "Well, that is quite a question. I am close to Tristan. I can only think of him if he had to date you...." he shook his head, blowing out a breath. "I guess I would kill him with my bare hands....I don't know. But I surely wouldn't allow my friends to take advantage of my daughter and get away with it. I don't know...but as long as it's not happening I'm happy," he looked at me with a smile. "There isn't anything there now, is there?" he narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"You two know each other?" I fumble for words. "He's Emily's dad. My best friend's father. Just... family friend. That's all." The lie tastes sour on my tongue. Ethan gives a small nod, his eyes moving between us like he's piecing something together. "Right. Emily's dad." Damien gives him a thin smile, "Leah's known me a long time.”

“Is that what you came all the way here to tell me, sunshine? After the way you came on my tongue last night, moaning ‘Daddy’ like you couldn’t get enough?” Heat flooded my face. “Don’t—don’t say it like that.” He stepped closer, backing me against the closed door without touching me. “Why not? You liked it. You liked my mouth on you. You liked my fingers inside you while I told you how sweet you taste. You liked calling me Daddy while you fell apart.” I pressed my back harder against the wood, trying to put space between us even though there was nowhere to go. “It was a mistake. Mirabel is my best friend. Your daughter. This… this can’t happen again.”

he asked, his voice stunned to his thoughtful Anaya was. “Because you are my friend, my best friend,” she responded, Dante stared at her in disbelief, he then pulled her over and hugged. “You are my best friend too,” he responded faintly, his voice lowered. Anaya giggled loudly, she then pulled away and peaked him, my heart skipped a bit, I loved watching them get along with each other in such a way. I would love to wake up to them, he made a great Dad, after all, he was her father, once he was done, he walked over to me.