Novel & Cerita Forbidden Love My Daddy's Best Friend Novel

My voice cracked. And he groaned. Loud. Guttural. Like he felt that shit in his soul. I did it again. Lifted. Dropped. Lifted. Dropped. My thighs started to shake, but I didn’t care. I was riding him. Actually riding him. Dominic Thornvale. My best friend’s dad. The man I’d been crushing on in secret since the first time he yelled at me for sneaking into his wine cellar. And now his cock was splitting me open like I was a toy he didn’t plan to return.

“Daddy owns it.” “That’s my good girl.” He bit down on my neck, sucking hard enough to leave another mark. “Your father can hate me all he wants. But he can’t stop this. He can’t stop me from ruining you for anyone else.” Every thrust drove the truth deeper into my body the betrayal, the power, the forbidden heat. I came hard around him, sobbing his name mixed with “Daddy” as my walls clenched and fluttered. Damien followed with a guttural groan, spilling deep inside me, marking me the way he always did.

Edges me until I was crying, begging, and promising anything. Then unties me, flips me over, fucks me from behind slow and deep. “You are mine, Vanessa. My babygirl. My little slut. My everything.” I cum screaming “Daddy” into the pillow. He finishes inside me, holds me tight. “Forever,” he whispers. And I know he means it. My son’s best friend owns me completely. And I have never been happier.

I hissed as it hit my skin, but even that wasn’t enough to quell the fire racing through my blood – and stiffening my cock. I had too much shit to do to walk around with this. I told myself that was the only reason I gave in and wrapped my hand around myself. A groan shuddered out of me and I squeezed my eyes shut. Unbidden, Harper’s big, beautiful brown eyes swam into my mind. I tried to push them away, but it was no use. “I know my Daddy can help me.” The feeling of her perfect body pressed against me, saying those words. I groaned, giving up, letting my instincts win.

I rushed back inside the mansion, darting into my room and slamming the door shut. Perhaps it was all my fault. Maybe it was my fault for falling in love with my dad's best friend. It didn't seem forbidden to me—Love didn't feel forbidden to me, but standing alone against the tide of battle I couldn't win. If I had realized this sooner, perhaps I wouldn't have lost so much.

I smiled before once more lying, “I don't like Mr. Knight, Yes he has a good physique, but he is n…” “Yeah right” she teased before leaving to my thoughts. I found it hard to sleep all through the night, and even a call from Ellie wasn’t enough to help me at all. I didn't dare to tell her that I was crushing on her dad while she was on her school research in China, so I bottled up those feelings and tried not to think much about it. Why did he have to be so hot and attractive? Why did he also have to be someone’s dad? Worse still, my best friend!

He locates me the way people locate things they are responsible for. A quick scan. A fixed point. A subtle repositioning of himself in whatever space we share. I used to find it thrilling. Tonight I need it to mean something else. Or nothing at all. I haven’t decided which. “Happy birthday.” His voice, behind me. I turn. There he is. Adrian Keller. My father’s best friend. The closest thing he has to a brother. The man who was in every room of my life before I knew what rooms were for.

His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back while I listened to his heartbeat. “This changes everything,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his chest. The forbidden thrill still lingered—the knowledge that my dad’s best friend had just made love to me all night, filled me with his cum, claimed my heart—but now it felt like a beginning instead of just a sin.

I was sprawled on my bed, scrolling through my phone, trying to ignore the fact that my brain was, as usual, replaying the latest Gabriel dream. Yeah, that Gabriel. My dad's best friend. The one who haunted my sleep with those ridiculously handsome smiles and touches that felt so real, I'd wake up all flustered and confused. He was, like, thirty-something, noble, always dressed sharp, and totally off-limits. My forbidden fantasy. My secret obsession since I was, like, fifteen. "Coming!" I yelled back, shoving the embarrassing thoughts away. Gotta act normal. Always normal. I trudged downstairs. Dad was already there, looking a bit nervous, which was weird. Mom was practically bouncing. "Sit

I’ve always been bubbly and outgoing and the day they moved in I marched over to their house before they were even done unpacking with a lasagna and a tray of cheesecake brownies my mother made and inserted myself into their lives without even giving them the option. I pull my foot out of his hands and reach my hand out to pull him to the couch next to me. Within moments I’m in his lap, fueled by the memories of what straddling him feels like. “You’re sexy and smart and kind and hardworking and protective...and...” I let out a breath. “On the slightly more fucked up side, you’re my best friend’s favorite person in the world. He’s spent the last seven years trying to be you and while I’m not