My Best Friend's Dad Wants Me Novels & Stories

DAMIEN Dad asked me to be his date to his friend's exhibition. Ofcourse I said yes. We don't hang out much since I moved away from the city. I miss him. And I miss our little smoking sessions on the porch as we talk and laugh. He's always been great company. People complain about dads all the time but I have no complains when it comes to my father. I've admired and looked up to him since I was a child. He's my role model. And aside from that, he's also my best friend. And that's why I immediately jumped on the opportunity to spend time with him at this exhibition.

"Or what? You'll punish me like you punish her? Jesus Christ, Dad. She's my age. She was my FRIEND." "Was being the operative word," I said quietly, finally finding my voice. "You stopped being my friend long before any of this started, Lena. You made that choice." "So that gave you permission to fuck my father?" She spat the words at me like venom. "Nobody needs your permission for anything," Grant said coldly. "You're not a child, Lena. And neither is Nova. What we do is none of your business." "None of my business?" Lena laughed, but it was a broken sound. "You're my father! She was my best friend! And you're—you're—"

“But… but if he looked after you while you were in hell, and you trust him, I can accept him as your friend.” I smiled leaning in towards my dad for a one arm hug. “Thanks dad. I know this isn’t easy for you.” “Just do me a favor and keep him away from your mother. I don’t like the way he looks at her.” “I can do that.”

And I collapsed against him, panting, shaking, full of his cock and his cum and every filthy thing we just did. And all I could think was. Oh my God. I just fucked my best friend’s dad. And I wanted to do it again.

“So I understand why she wants out.” Dad’s brow furrowed. “I can’t pretend to know exactly how Darius feels.” He swallowed hard. “But one thing I do know is that I’d never leave you if you were in Maya’s shoes.” I nodded. “She’s my best friend, Dad. My only friend. I don’t know how to help her.” For a moment, we sat in a comfortable silence. He would always give me space to talk and never made me feel pressured to open up.

Dad asks, his tone of voice genuine. “Wanting to do ‘fun stuff’ with me. Like going for brunch. She’s old enough to be my mother, she’s too old to be my friend. And then she tries to set up family things with Cooper, you and me but without Mom. Don’t get me started on the way she tries to push Mom out and tries to be near you. Crying on your shoulder, things like that,” I decide to share my worries with Dad. He nods and his face takes on a pensive look and I know he’s thinking his answer through.

Brittany “Ohh…yes, right there.” I moan, throwing my head back in ecstasy as I ground my pussy on Andre's face or should I say…Mr DeMarco. As in, my best friend's dad. But in that moment, it doesn't matter who he is…it's how he makes me feel, or so I tell myself. His large hands come up to cage my thighs so I don't move around so much but that only flames the desire burning through my veins.

“He has done enough, Bel. He let you bring me here to stay with you. That’s enough. I don’t want to bother him any further.” Maribel chuckled. “Trust me, it’s no bother. I’m sure he wouldn’t even mind. My dad will do anything I ask of him, Tessa. He wouldn’t sit back and watch my best friend suffer just because she’s broke.” Tessa wondered what her best friend’s father would be like. They’d been friends for four years, ever since college, but today would be the first time she’d meet him.

“Why would you,why him?” I swallowed hard . “He’s older,” I said, voice shaking. “He’s your dad. My best friend’s dad.” Every word felt like a weight pressing down on my chest. “I would never hurt you like that,” I said, and that part was true. “Never. You have to trust me.” She hesitated. That pause nearly destroyed me. “I don’t know what to believe,” she cried. I reached for her before she could pull away, wrapping my arms around her, holding her the way I always had,like I could keep the world from touching her if I just held on tight enough.

I warned, no hint of warmth in my voice. “She chose me… why are you all red” he glares at me. “She is mine…. Don't you dare touch her” “Hmmm,” he paused, pretending to be in deep thought. “I wonder what your precious daughter will feel about that….. I am sure she would be really pleased to see that her dad wants to fuck her best friend” “Stop talking” I warned. “No I won't…. I need to let you know that she doesn't want you… she is obviously scared of you.. You don't deserve her at all…” he went on and on about things I definitely don't feel happy about.