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

My mom would be disappointed in Sydni for chasing after my dad and for making Tor feel like he's not good enough. I want to see my dad happy again, and while I admire him for staying committed to my mom, I wonder how long he'll torture himself by not letting himself move on. I don't want him to move on with Sydni, though. Not because I don't like her, I do. But because it's just too twisted. She's his wife's best friend and his best friend’s ex. I live in a deep, dark, perplexing sea of people. Some might be starfish, and some might be sharks. I just bob along on my little raft, watching and learning.

He grabbed one of my legs, hooked it higher over his arm, opening me up even more. The new angle let him slam in deeper, grinding against my clit with every stroke. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, eyes locked on mine, dark and intense. “So tight… so wet… taking your dad’s best friend’s cock like you were made for it. Been wanting this little pussy for years.” His words sent a shiver through me. The guilt, the thrill, the pure filth of it all mixed together and made everything ten times hotter. My best friend’s dad was fucking me raw in my own bedroom while his wife was next door, and I was loving every second.

BLURB… “Fuck me, Daddy…” I begged him, looking into his green, intense, lusty eyes. Him. My literature professor and my best friend's Father. The man who took my virginity and my sanity. The man who broke me; who reduced me to filth. I never thought I'd be this girl who'd fuck her best friend's Father. I had no reason to be this girl. I was trained right. I was warned about men who loved preying on good girls like me.

I pleaded shamelessly, knowing I shouldn't be giving in to the feeling so easily, but I couldn't hold back. He flipped me so fast, pressing my hard nipples against the cold wall through my light blouse and landed a hard smack on my ass. I winced and moaned. “Call me daddy,” he ordered. “Daddy,” I whispered. “Good girl,” he groaned. I was enjoying every bit of it, forgetting he was my father's best friend and the boundaries that are meant to hold us back. In that moment, I just wanted more. He landed another smack on my ass and this time it was harder.

My father closed his eyes and pushed forward, missing the opening to my love canal several times, and he smiled at me, “Guide it in baby. Put it in yourself if you want all nine inches of daddy’s love stick.” I was so wet, and I could feel the deep fires that burned inside my pussy that ached for my father’s cock. Taking his cock I guided my father’s cock between my pussy lips, and it felt electric, as if you grabbed a red power wire and the black ground wire together at the same time.

He hangs up the phone and packs up my clothes, shoving me into the wardrobe. He said he isn't married so who could this possibly be? I hide as Jonathan opens the door, and the voice that follows is unmistakable. "Daddy!" a girl echoed. From where I stand, I see Bella step inside. And the truth immediately hits… Jonathan Hills, the man I had just lost my virginity to and shared a one-night stand with, is her best friend's father *** A few days before

The same calm, powerful presence. The man I spent the night with… was Tessa’s father. My lips parted slightly. “So… I slept with my best friend’s dad?” I whispered in disbelief. At the same time, his eyes met mine. And he froze. The warmth in his expression disappeared, replaced by pure shock. Neither of us spoke. The air between us became heavy and tense. Because in that moment, we both realized the truth. Last night… We crossed a line that could never be erased.

He saw his powerful body, poised to claim him. "You opened my boxes," Daddy said, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "You touched my things. Now, I'm going to fill you with my cock. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll never forget who you belong to. This is your final punishment. And your final reward." He leaned forward, his lips brushing against Leo’s ear. "Are you ready to be forgiven, my boy?" "Yes, Daddy," Leo sobbed, his entire being focused on that single point of pressure. "Yes, please. Forgive me."

To pull her into his arms and admit that everything he’d said was a lie. He wanted her. God, how he wanted her—with her legs wrapped around his waist, her breath against his ear, her voice whispering his name. Daddy, he imagined her calling him, and the thought alone sent fire down his spine. But he couldn't. She was Damien’s daughter. His best friend’s little girl. She deserved someone younger—someone who wouldn’t destroy her future by dragging her into something she might later regret. Someone who wasn’t him. He didn’t even know what this was… love? Lust? Obsession?