Daddys Friend Novels & Stories

“Explain what dad? How the hell did this even happen? She’s my best friend, Dad. My best friend!” “Just hear me out will you?”. “I don't know dad, but ok”. “Thank you”. I heard Nicholas let out a shaky breath before saying, “I didn’t know who she was at first,” Nicholas finally said, his voice rough now, like he was pleading. “I met her at a bar one night. I was lonely, so she was there. We talked, we drank, and it just… happened. I swear, I had no idea she was your friend.”

Mom asks as she makes us hot chocolate. “Did you love Dad?” I ask first. Mom smiles. “Your Dad was my first crush. I had to watch him with my best friend for two years.” “Sophie?” I ask confused. Mom’s eyes swell up with tears as she shakes her head. “My friend’s name was Daisy Claw. She made very bad choices. She tried to kill Me, Ally, Lizzie, and Sophie. She partnered with Hunters. She died for her choices,” Mom lets a tear fall as we sip our coco in silence.

Here comes my saviour, my best friend. "Forget it. How hot you look, Amber. I wish I was bisexual," Daya said in amusement as her eyes gawked at me. I had to narrow my eyes. She always praised me like I was a big thing. Daya was what you call a loyal friend. I and her have been together since kindergarten. We grew up together. Daya used to stay more in our house than in her own house. After our parents' deaths, Daya did everything to make me happy. This is what you call a true friend.

Jax breathed, his voice rough and shaky like he was barely holding on. “She’s actually taking all of us.”Mike grunted as he pushed deeper, his cock sliding against the others. “It’s dripping everywhere, Kane. Look at this fucking mess.” His words sounded raw, almost amazed. Inside my head everything was a storm. Shame burned through me so strong I wanted to cry and hide, but at the same time this deep, needy ache kept growing. They're not just my dad's bestfriends but my bestfriends father. I felt disgusting for wanting it, for letting them use me like this, but I couldn’t stop my pussy from clenching and getting even wetter around them.

Laughter, music, my father chatting with clients. In here, Troy Reynolds was on his knees making his best friend’s daughter come apart on his tongue. And I never wanted it to end. “Oh my God, Daddy…”

“Good girl. Text me the moment you get home. I want to know how my cum feels leaking out of you while you sit with my daughter.” “I will, Daddy. I promise.” I stepped outside, legs still shaky, pussy deliciously sore and full. The shy bookish girl who came here two weeks ago no longer existed. In her place was something far better Marcus Hale’s perfectly trained, collared, and obsessively bred secret toy. And I had never been happier.

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.”

His eyes lowered to my lips and I drew them into my mouth, wetting them before popping them back out. "Just right." He finished. "What else?" His eyes returned to mine which was now a little bit dilated, I guess. "What else do you think is wrong?" He questioned. "Our... Our relationship, you are my father's friend..." My lips trembled the words out. "Your father's friend, not your father's fucking brother. We are not blood related, Daisy. We could fuck, I could breed you and our children won't be results of incest. I was only friends with your father, not his brother. And yes, being your father's best friend means I know you better, a little bit more than you know yourself, in fact. It's jus

He simply comes up behind me and rests both hands on my belly, chin on my shoulder. “They’re going to love this room,” he murmurs. “I hope so.” “They will. And they’ll love their mother even more.” Zavian joins us a few minutes later. The three of us stand together in the completed nursery, looking at the space we built. No one rushes to fill the silence. It is enough to be here, surrounded by the evidence of the future we are making. Evenings have become my favorite part of the day.

“Do you think a human can withstand the scrutiny of the pack, the judgment of the Elders? You are nothing here.” I felt anger flare, hot and sharp, a counterpoint to my fear. “I may be nothing to you,” I said, loud enough for the Elders to hear, “but I am everything to my son. And as long as Damien allows me to be near him, I will stand. You don’t get to dictate that.”