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

“You’ve been waiting for this as much as I have.” I wanted to deny it. To tell him he was wrong. To cling to innocence, to safety. But my silence betrayed me. My silence confessed everything. Heat rose to my cheeks, my heart thrashing against my ribs. “You’re my father’s best friend,” I managed, the words trembling on my tongue. “This is wrong.” “I know.” His hand lifted, fingers brushing along my jaw. The touch was light, almost reverent, and it shattered the last of my defenses. “But I can’t stay away from you.”

“Take every inch of Daddy’s cock. You’ve been teasing me for years in those little shorts. Now you’re getting exactly what you asked for.” The word “Daddy” slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. “Yes, Daddy… fuck me, Daddy…” His eyes flashed with pure lust. He hooked my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half, and fucked me even deeper. The new angle made me see stars. “Say it again,” he demanded, slamming into me. “Tell Daddy whose pussy this is.” “It’s yours,” I sobbed, tears of pleasure leaking from the corners of my eyes. “My pussy belongs to my best friend’s dad. It’s all yours, Daddy.”

Marcus Hale was coming tonight. Daddy’s best friend. The man I’ve wanted since I was eighteen and too young to even say it out loud. Now I’m twenty-one, home from college for the summer, and he’s my father’s new business partner. Officially. Dangerously. Permanently in our lives. I pumped my fingers faster, imagining his big, rough hands instead of mine. Those hands that used to ruffle my hair when I was a kid. The same hands I now fantasize wrapping around my throat while he calls me a dirty little girl for wanting her Daddy’s best friend.

I watched as they rolled him in, taking note for the first time how much he looked just like me. Were my thoughts playing tricks on me? I shook my head to the side, throwing off any questions that besieged my mind because I was overthinking, my father loved my mother blindly and that included him not cheating on her, I was sure he would kill himself before doing such. “Stay outside.” The nurse held out a hand at me, stopping me from moving in as well while she tended to Darren. I hated how I didn't have any remorse for my actions, was this love? Or was it something else?

"Sebastian, I have something to tell you." "Okay." " Your father was admitted into a psychiatrist hospital by your mom and siblings." I looked out the window at the dark city. What's this new development? Why would they do that? "I used to love them," I said. "Even when I knew they were bad people, I thought they loved me." I answered instead not wanting to give a fuck about Jamie. "And now?" Morrison asked, quickly understanding I was evading talking about my dad. "Now I know they never loved me. I was just useful to them."

A moan rose to my throat, but I bit it back gently, trying not to do much. This is wrong! His hands on my pussy were wrong. Getting my coochie fucked by my best friend’s dad was wrong, but what was even more terrible was the way my body trembled and the way my pussy hugged his finger, shamelessly loving how he drilled me while keeping his eyes completely locked on mine. Oh! The nerve of me to hate this man and love his fingers! The nerve of me to fucking enjoy the thrust of my best friend’s Dad. I don't like him. I still don't. But no man. Absolutely no man in my entire life has ever made my pussy feel this way…

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.

The forbidden want. I tried to pull away, but his arm pinned me. "Shh. Don't cry." Tears spilled faster, a conflicted mess. I wanted to confess it all. How long I'd craved him. How seeing him shirtless by the truck every morning started my desires for the utmost forbidden. My voice descended into a tiny whisper as I cooed. "Dad, I... I'm sorry. I can't help it. I want you so bad. Every day. It's wrong, but..."

I asked softly. It was as though he battled to hold back his next words but he just spat it out. "The way you make me feel." He said. My blood froze as his hands touched mine but slowly it slipped down. I slowly jerked up, spreading my legs for him to inch closer and he did. "It's so..." His heated breathes slapped me in the face. "So so wrong" He added. "You're my best friend's daughter" And that was as much admittance that I could get. Admittance that I wasn't losing my mind.

"Dad, I have to go to work. You can’t expect me to stay locked in here for the rest of my life." His jaw tightens. "I should have done it a long time ago. If I had, you wouldn’t have brought disgrace to this family." The word disgrace slams into me like a slap. I laugh, but it’s hollow, bitter. "What disgrace? “You think this is funny?” “No, but I don’t know why loving someone is a disgrace now?” His nostrils flare. "It wasn’t just anyone, Astrid!" His voice rises. "It was Jordan! My fucking best friend!"