Forbidden Love My Daddy's Best Friend Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

I am not crazy, I felt him as confused as I was, and if he had stayed a bit longer, we would probably have done something unthinkable. I shouldn't encourage this, I know. But I can't deny the exhilaration coursing through me. Kicking off my shoes, I crawled under the luxurious covers. I closed my eyes, imagining Noland's strong arms around me, his breath warm against my neck. A delicious shiver went through me. What am I doing? This is my best friend's father. Off limits. With a frustrated sigh, I throw back the covers. Sleep will not come easily tonight. I change into a satin nightgown and brush out my hair until it falls in soft waves. The nervous energy is still humming under my skin.

Vincent I closed my eyes and swore under my breath. It was far too late to take what just happened back. I’d fucked Jennifer , my daughter’s best friend. I had crossed a line tonight, and I could never uncross it. My heart felt heavy, like a thousand bricks pressing down on me as a mix of guilt and desire warred within me. I couldn’t go back to the way things were. Not now. Notever. For a second, I thought about my daughter. What would she think? What would she say if she knew I had fallen for her best friend? That I’d fucked her? The betrayal she would feel, the hurt, the anger—it would be unbearable.

The desire and need I felt then, the urge to be taken by this man right there even though I knew it was wrong, would forever be etched in my memories. I've craved him for years. Enduring every torture that came with it. Even on days that I would be so horny, getting laid by another man had never crossed my mind. It had to be him or no other man. It had to be Lucien Alessandro. My father's best friend. I could never imagine being with any other man that was not him.

“Dad…you always say to tell you everything because you are my best friend, right? You are the only friend I trust enough to pour my heart out to without worrying that I’ll be used down the line. The only friend who will not judge me, even if I am a little weird and have a strange phobia of words and people and I can be empty sometimes. I feel that way again, Dad. Empty. And unlike the other times, I can not find a silver lining. It is just off and wrong and many other negative words. I thought about it last night like you tell me to whenever I am stuck. You said I should take a deep breath and think about the root of the issue, because once that is solved, everything else will be as well. “I

All of her, forgetting the fact that she was his daughter’s best friend. Isadora clutched his wrist firmly, her other hand holding firmly to the edge of the marble while she struggled not to close her eyes. “I… I am yours, Daddy…. My pussy is yours.” Isadora knew she should not say any of that. She knew acknowledging his words meant betraying her best friend and accepting to continue such a dangerous affair with her best friend’s father, but she could not control anything. The pleasure of his huge, massive cock in her slim, tight pussy was immense. It was controlling. So controlling that she could not help but accept whatever he said.

Charlotte's pov One thing I never wanted to happen was for Ava to find out about my affair with her dad. It's crazy—I can't leave him, and I don't want anyone else to know. Is this normal? Love is supposed to be something others can see and appreciate. When I was dating Harry, everyone in the neighborhood and school knew about it because we were seen together in public, and I thought everything was fine. But when I accidentally met Tyler at the hotel, he became the nicest person I had ever encountered. And out of the blue, he had to be my best friend's dad. I can't leave him right now. My whole being would never forgive me. I've never loved someone so certain that they would leave me.

“I think we both need a drink.” Jade leaned closer. “And you still liked him after that?” “God, I hated him. I did. But I also couldn't stop thinking about him. There was something about him. I don't know. It just..never left me. And trust me, It's not just about the dick.” Sophie returned to her seat with a tequila in her hand. “So you're saying, you slept with your dad's best friend. He ghosted you, and then went and fell in love with him anyway? Baby girl, your life is wild.”

He was destroying me, destroying the so-called family bond we had. “Fuck… Daddy!!!” I yelled. I had always hated calling him dad, but not now… Not when he is riding me. He kissed my lips hard. I could taste blood in my mouth after the kiss. He didn't slow down, not a bit. He tore my pussy apart, fucking me like the little whore I was. It was good… so good. My orgasm came crashing without warning, and I felt his seeds spill inside me too. He fell beside me on the bed. He was breathing hard, just like me.

When I glance at the clock, I see it’s been a whole twenty minutes since he left, and I already want him back in my bed. I take a shower and change the sheets – we’d had some pretty rigorous escapades – and crawl into bed. It does indeed feel empty and cold. The night also does nothing to assuage my guilty thoughts, and they bubble up unbidden in my brain. I am fucking my best friend’s father. Behind her back. For money. I wince at that internal accusation. That isn’t really true, and not fair to me or to Liam. We are bfucking each other because we just can’t not.