Forbidden Love My Daddy's Best Friend Novel Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

“ hmm- “ A moan slipped from my lips , my back arching as I pushed my finger a little deeper. I slowly moved my finger back and forth feeling the heat to envelope me like a lava erupting from a volcano. “ fuck! “ I bit down on my lower lip after a pleasure cry escaped me. I could feel a knot forming in my stomach and I moaned loudly. My hand gripping my tit hard, squeezing making me gasp. A cry of pleasure escaped my lips and my eyes fluttered open when ……… my half closed, half dazed eyes met a pair of black eyes that were darkened. My gaze stuck on the man …… leaning against the wall right in front of me staring at the sinful sight. My breath got caught in my throat as the pleasure died. It

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

Vance Celeste was falling apart in my arms. Dean and July were having a forbidden affair, but what I was doing is far worse. I was thinking of my best friend’s daughter in ways I shouldn’t. The worst part of it, she calls me Daddy and it makes my dick so hard. If Dean knew she called me that, he’d kill me. I never had a thing for daddy kink. Hell, I never even thought of Celeste calling me that. Until one night, she did and I loved it. The thought has me wanting to take her to bed and I’m not talking about going to sleep. I want to tear her clothes off and rip her little panties off with my teeth.

I looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent even as my fingers stroked slowly along his growing length. “Nothing… Just curious.” “About what?” His voice was strained. “About your cock, Daddy.” His grip on my wrist tightened, but he didn’t pull my hand away. His breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling as conflict and hunger warred across his face. “I’ve loved you forever,” I whispered, voice shaking with raw need. “And not just like a daughter. No one else can give me what I want. Only you, Daddy.” “You don’t know what you’re saying, baby girl. This is wrong. So fucking wrong.”

“Dad…you always say to tell you everything because you're my best friend, right? You're the only friend I trust enough to pour my heart out to without worrying that I'll be used down the line. You're the only one who won't judge me or make me feel like I'm different. Even if I'm very strange, I sometimes go under, try to find myself, and feel empty sometimes. Daddy, I feel that way again, empty. And unlike other times, I can't find a silver lining because you're not here. You're supposed to be the one to pull me from under, but you're not even conscious. You said I should take a deep breath and think about the root of the issue, because once that's solved, everything else will be as well.” “