Falling For My Boyfriend's Father Novels & Stories

He knew I was lying but he also knew I just needed some time to myself. My phone buzzed again and again and again and I picked it up, frustrated. Adonis : Please talk to me. What's wrong? Caitlin: Nothing I'm fine. Adonis: What did my father say to you? My fingers danced over the screen but I dared not type a word of what his father said. I dropped my phone back into my pocket and returned to my room to eat and finish my movie. Not that I was actually watching. My tears completely blurred my vision and the thoughts constantly running through my mind made it hard for me to hear a single word.

His eyes held mine, steady, unwavering, deep, and intense, and I drew a shaky strength from him. Taking a deep breath, I turned to face my parents. “This is Damien,” I said, voice trembling, but louder than I expected. “He’s my boyfriend… and he’s the father of my child.” The words hung in the room, thick and heavy, like they might settle there forever. My father’s expression shifted almost immediately, shock flaring into fury. “You couldn’t even wait until you gave her a ring before putting a baby in her? That’s not how a real man acts!” His voice was sharp, accusatory, and cutting through the space between us.

He remembered the day he had learned about his mother’s illness, a moment that had shattered any lingering illusions he had about family. His grandfather had looked at him with a mixture of disdain and concern, his expression revealing the burden of unspoken truths. She’s sick, Lewis. She wants to see you. r His father—Mark—despises her now. Once, he loved her more than anything, but she chose wealth over love. That betrayal broke him. She had been a victim of circumstances, just as he was. His father refused to meet her, a decision that only drove her deeper into despair. With each passing day, her health deteriorated, the vibrant woman he had glimpsed in his memories fading away.

We just played the music, we didn’t sing at all. My mother rolled her eyes at us then left the house, her girls trailing close behind. When we finished the song my father said. “Tell me what’s going on?” “I’m falling for Miss Preston. I can’t get her out of my head.” I finally admitted to both of us. “So, what’s your plan?” he asked momentarily. “Mess around until she stays away.” I replied and put the guitar down. “She’s not going to go away you know that right?” my father asked softly.

He yelled, pulling his arm away. He walked straight to the stairs. "What was that?" His father asked. I shrugged. One thing Milo hates the most is calling the girl he fucks his sister. That's so cringe. "He's not my brother. He's my Mom's boyfriend's son," I spoke too before walking passed him. I headed up the stairs to my room. I opened the door.

I fell on my knees and pleaded with my father. However, my father shook his head, his expression cold as he said, "You brought this upon yourself. What makes you think that Richard Henshaw loves your sister? If I am sure about one thing, it's about the fact that the mafia boss doesn't fall in love. They do not do love, unlike us," Dad said, his eyes hardened.

"And you're certain you can keep this secret? Never tell anyone, including the child, who the real father is?" "I swear it, This child will grow up believing Nico is his father. I'll love him with my whole heart, raise him with everything I have, protect him with my life if necessary. No one will ever know the truth." "You won't abandon Nico? Even knowing what you're planning to do?" "Never. I love him." "Nico has never lacked for people who love him. Women throw themselves at his feet, Mother dotes on his every breath, even strangers find him charming within minutes of meeting him."

"believe me, I'm the most disgusted that my mother had an affair with your father too, I mean I have to share some blood ties with someone so pathetic. But it's not okay, I guess we cannot turn back the hands of time now can we?" "I am not taking a look at that." I looked at the paper in disgust, "whatever is written in there, it's false." My mom died before my eyes yourself father left me at the foster home. "I have no other boyfriend get yourself and your lies, out of here. As you rightly say, my boyfriend and I were having a very romantic dance."

I didn't have to wonder who he was for a long time when suddenly the door cracked open and a man that was well over 6 feet strolled in casually walking over to my stepmother and then they locked lips so intensely as if their lives depended on it. When they finally parted it seemed it was only because they wanted to breathe again and I was just staring at them like an inanimate doll, unable to move an inch of my body. As she was about to walk away, I called out to her at the top of my voice. "Didn't you just say that my father was at the hospital? Are you just going to abandon him there like that? He could die!" She looked at me tilting her head towards her boyfriend's direction and asked wit

I took him all the way inside my throat,my boobs clapping against each other. I closed my eyes as I let the feeling that comes with having his cock in my throat overwhelm me. For a fact I knew he was correct. Mouth fucking your boyfriend's father is very much intriguing, especially when he looks at your ass crack like he could devour it any minute. I continued doing what I know best, letting his cock gag my throat as my eyes continued looking at him as he groaned my name, trying hard not to say slutty things about me. My make up started to fall with my tears as he yanked my head forward pushing his cock all the way to the back of my throat as I gasped for breath.