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

His hand slipped between her legs again. Lena whimpered. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re still so wet.” “Everett—” “Say it.” “Daddy,” she breathed, grabbing the counter behind her as his fingers slipped inside her. He kissed her hard, swallowing her moan. The thrill of danger made her wetter. Her best friend was just a few feet away, completely unaware her father had his fingers deep inside Lena’s soaked pussy. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as he pumped into her slow and deep.

I signaled for a third drink. I wasn't broken. I'd been telling myself that because it was easier than admitting that the reason Tristan had never once reached anything real in me was because something else had already taken up all the space, it had been taking up space since I was sixteen, waking up flushed and shaking in a guest room. I shouldn't want him, he was off limits, he was Chloe's father, he was eighteen years older than her, but god I wanted him. I was twenty years old and I was in love with my best friend's father.

My nipples started to harden, just as they had that first time. My gaze sank lower again, and my core pulsated. Every second of our night together flashed through my mind—the feel of his body against mine, his firm yet gentle thrusts, the way he caressed my face before each kiss. But then I remembered the next morning and the panic I felt at realizing it was Needy’s dad. How could I keep lusting over my best friend’s dad? But one last glance at him told me why. The man was perfect, and he drew me to him like a magnet to heavy metal. My heated desire returned as I watched him finish his shower and turn off the water.

I reached out anyway, fingers brushing over the thick ridge of his erection through his pants, stroking boldly. He hissed and grabbed my wrists, pinning them behind me. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I tilted my head, biting my lip. “You don’t want to play with me, Daddy?” A tortured groan escaped him. “Fuck… I want it more than you know. But this is so goddamn wrong.” “I can keep a secret,” I breathed. “I’m really good at it.”

Hell, I didn't care if he was my father's best friend. I wanted him and I'll have what I want this time. Our bodies graze each other as he breathes, and I breathe. My mouth stretched knowing I was about to do what was forbidden, yet the magnetic pull I felt was undeniable. I savored lingering on his bottom lip, my heart racing and eyes full of intensity. As he drew me near with his large palms on my face, the door swung open revealing an unexpected figure. God no… I gasped in shock *****

“Then what the hell gives you the right to judge me, you hypocritical asshole? I did what I did out of loyalty because I actually love my father, and I would gladly burn the world down for him. But what about you, Ava?” She snaps her gaze back to mine, her eyes boring into me. “How much do you love your precious dad? A whole lot, right? You must absolutely adore him, considering you happily opened your legs and got ready to whore yourself out to a man more than double your age. No questions asked. You didn’t even give a single shit about your dead best friend—for God’s sake! And you tell me I have no right to judge you? Try saying that a little louder next time. Maybe you’ll finally hear the

"I love you very much, too. Dad... I thought you didn't love me anymore because you're always busy now." "That's my responsibility, dear. Later, when you have your own company and manage it by yourself, you'll feel what it's like to be your father. But one thing you should know, Daphne. My love has never dried up for you. Daddy always loved you. To love you. You don't have to doubt that, dear." Daddy and I hugged for a very long time. It was like we were in a sea of feelings, and we went into the water to drown ourselves and explore each other's feelings.

I shot back. His gaze sharpened slightly over the rim of the bottle. “You think this is the same?” “No,” I admitted quietly. “I think you know exactly what you’re doing.” Silence stretched between us. His eyes dropped briefly to my mouth again and my pulse stumbled hard enough it actually hurt. Wrong. This was so unbelievably wrong. My best friend’s father. But I couldn’t stop noticing him. The rough scrape of his voice. The veins in thehand wrapped around the beer bottle. The dangerous calm in his eyes.

One Lilliana gladly accepted, eagerly wrapping her arms around her friend and began to cry. "Why is he like this??" She asked no one in particular as Tessa silently patted her back in a comforting manner. " ...I love him and he's just..” she cut her sentence short and closed her eyes, unable to say the words. "Your father's playboy best friend" Tessa said, completing it for her instead. The words holding no difference to the words of rejection ...I don't love you. Lilliana slowly nodded her head, choking on her sobs as more tears streamed down her face wetting her friend's shoulder. Why couldn't Damon be just a partner in her father's business?? Maybe then being with him wouldn't be so hard.