Forbidden Trap Of Friend's Daddy Novels & Stories

Edges me until I was crying, begging, and promising anything. Then unties me, flips me over, fucks me from behind slow and deep. “You are mine, Vanessa. My babygirl. My little slut. My everything.” I cum screaming “Daddy” into the pillow. He finishes inside me, holds me tight. “Forever,” he whispers. And I know he means it. My son’s best friend owns me completely. And I have never been happier.

"I'm trying. I need you to know that I'm trying." "That's enough," Marcus said. "Trying is enough." She looked up. "I'm not going to pretend it's not strange," she said. "Because it is. It's really, genuinely strange, Dad. She's my best friend. You're my father. Those two things are not supposed to touch each other." "I know."

“Weeks? You’ve been lying to me for weeks? While I was planning bonfires and thinking we were all happy together?” She turned to me, hurt flashing raw in her eyes. “And you… you were my best friend. I told you everything. I trusted you with my life. And you’ve been sleeping with my dad?” Tears spilled down my cheeks. “Amina, I’m so sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I tried to stop it, but—” “But what?” she snapped. “But you couldn’t keep your hands off my father? My widowed father who hasn’t dated anyone since Mom died? You saw him vulnerable and decided to take advantage?”

They took my dad, and then his company. They ripped me off from every penny I had. Now they had locked me up in a basement, their warm hearts now suddenly as cold as ice. Richard didn't even flinch at the thought that I was carrying his own child, I was already six months gone. Is it so wrong to fall in love? The only crime I committed was falling in love and trusting a friend.

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.

Repeating what she would say to me growing up whenever I was attempting to get out of a situation. "Fuck it. You are old enough to hear this. The problem with your father is he would sleep with anything that could walk. Women are drawn to him, and he does not have the ability to say no. I loved him. I was crazy about him. But I didn't want someone I couldn't trust." She smiled at me, then continued, "I would warn the floozy patrol. They wouldn't do well once he got ahold of them. He is all man, and they are not ready for someone like him. I am warning you; if you want to keep your friends, make sure your father doesn't sleep with them. They wouldn't be able to deal with him sexually."

"Don't forget the check." I nod, watching him leave, and finally exhale. I feel dizzy. Maybe he's not good for me. "Mommy! Where did your friend go? He's awesome," Aiden shouts from the back. "He had to leave," I reply, my mouth dry. I grab a cup, fill it with water, and gulp it down. He may fool others, but not me. My father's fortune is a coveted prize in the criminal underworld, and I know Thomas desires it. Using me to get to it is one thing, but involving my kids?

"Is it possible that my father already has a girlfriend now?" *****

He was my best friend’s dad, for crying out loud. But as much as I tried to convince myself, a small, stubborn part of me couldn’t let go of the possibility. And that terrified me.