Fucking My Best Friends Dad Mga Nobela at Kwento

I step into the hug without hesitation and wrap my arms around him. I’m smiling and blushing like a teenager and I can’t even help it. “What are you doing here? Is this where I should be worried about you stalking me?” I tease, narrowing my eyes. He laughs, then pins me with a pointed look. “You left me waiting for you that day. Your friend’s father came out later and told me you’d left.” My brows pull together and I tilt my head back. “Norman… my best friend’s father told you that? When?”

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.

I am even more disappointed in myself. “God, I hate this,” I whispered brokenly. The room fell into heavy silence. Neither Marcus nor the doctor knew what to say. They both stare, not knowing what to do or what to say. What could they say? I was in love with my best friend’s father. There was no neat solution. No magical fix.

my voice came out nervously, and I prayed she wouldn't notice the lies in my voice. "Come on, Scarlett. Don't make it look like a big deal. If my dad had such a hot man as a friend, I wouldn't mind going over to stay with him for some time whenever my parents travel..." she paused and rolled her eyes before she continued. "Sadly, my dad gathered a bunch of obesed men for friends. The sight of them even makes my skin crawl. Gosh!" I burst into laughter. "It's not funny, girl. Sometimes I wonder why my dad would be friends with such people. It's sad," she rubbed her temple, and I laughed.

and Holland's relationship? That's almost the same as saying you guys want to be with my dad. See? You don't even see him as anything other than dad-ish, right?" That earned a string of shaky chuckles from them, the three of them avoiding my gaze. "Oh my god! Don't tell me you guys think of my dad like that," I cried, eyeing them accusingly. Seriously, how many times would a girl get betrayed by her friends in a day? "Ok," Juliette gave in, raising her hands in mock surrender. "Not like we think of him like that, like that. But you gotta admit, your dad's pretty hot." Was there anyway one could unhear something? Because I'd do anything to unhear that. "He's basically every girl's kinky dadd

“We regroup. We need Thiago. And we need to find a way to beat Lucas at his own game.” As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. Charging blindly into Lucas’s trap would only end in disaster. But every second we hesitated, my father was in danger. My phone buzzed again. I snatched it up, my breath catching when I saw a video message from an unknown number. My hands shook as I clicked to play it. The screen flickered to life, and my worst nightmare unfolded before my eyes. My father was slumped in a chair, his face pale and gaunt, dark rings under his eyes. He looked weak—frail—nothing like the proud, formidable man I grew up with. Lucas’s voice came through the video, smooth and mocking.

I looked at my best friend—at her easy, bright smile, at the absolute, unwavering trust she had in her father—and felt a sharp pang of guilt so intense it almost took my breath away. She didn't know about the private elevator. She didn't know about the penthouse floor. She didn't know that the man she saw as a dedicated, solitary monk had spent six hours on Sunday night holding her best friend against a marble counter forty stories above the city. "He's a good dad, Sof," I said softly, meaning it. "The best," she agreed, wiping a crumb from her lip. She set her fork down and looked at me with a sudden, mischievous glint in her eyes. "Which brings me to my next point. You're coming to the Fou

He shouted, sticking his fingers in my face. “I'm not tryna get fooled by you tonight, Dad.” I placed extra emphasis on the one word that wrongly summarized all he was to me. “You came in here, and you are gonna have to listen to me.” He bellowed. “No!” I screamed, getting up and matching his height, “you listen to me. I have swallowed, and swallowed and swallowed, and I can assure you that I'm in a choke hold. I'm fucking tired, thought you'd be too, apparently I was wrong. You're about to kill my best friend's mom?! Have you no heart? She literally just got back with her husband, surely you of all people should want a reunion too much to spoil someone else's.” I appealed to whatever must b

Her eyes look a bit swollen, and her cheeks almost hurt from having to cry that much, but the only thing I can think of is running a fucking bullet through the head of that fucker for daring to ruin my best friend in this manner. I took a deep shower and wrapped the towel around my body as I blow-dried my hair. The events of today had made me forget about the tremendous time I had in the office today. I can still feel Knox’s grip on me, the way his voice sounded and the way he gripped when he poured his whole cum on me. I can still think about the perfectly sexcapdes I had just had, and I can’t believe that I fucked my dad’s best friend.

EUGENE My dad left early this morning, throwing on his uniform and muttering something about an "important security task." I didn't care where he was going. He was probably just trying to get out of the house so I wouldn't say another word about the woman he was messing around with. So, with my father gone, I thought I’d finally have an entire uninterrupted day to rehearse with Jaxon. I actually expected him to show up. Instead, he sent me a text claiming he was sick.