My Daddy Best Friend Novels & Stories

"I never knew my father was a coward, or that I am the easiest thing he had to give up." "Do not think in that manner." He placed a finger on my lips, shushing me off. Then he removed it, when he was sure I would stayed silent. "I don't want to believe it but I don't know what to believe anymore. I..." I continued.. only stopping because he placed his finger back in my lips. "My best friend daddy isn't a failure, and I know this. Anyway— seeing how sad you are, I know what would lift your mood." "What would?" I raised an eyebrow.

He groaned like he’d been punched. I smiled like I’d won the lottery and used the prize money to book a vacation to hell. “Yeah,” I said. “Daddy. Because the man who fucked me into next week? He’s not just hot. He’s not just rich. He’s not just older. He’s my best friend’s dad.” Silence. I could practically hear his balls shriveling. “You’re lying,” Marcus muttered, voice brittle with denial. “You’re just saying this shit to piss me off.”

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.

Piper asked. "I don't have a best friend like you, no one to call a friend, most of them don't like talking to me because of how famous and cold-hearted my daddy is, but your case is different, you have a best friend, you are ready to save your best friend at any cost.

However, I do not move from there until a detective from the NYPD who knows my dad lets me into his office and closes the door. I sit on the faux leather chair and stare at Detective Ford. He’s tall, lean, and has a bald head and black skin. I would not call him friends with Dad since he goes against him sometimes. Seriously, Dan is Dad’s only friend. Everyone else is just an acquaintance. Oh, and Detective Ford has a strong sense of justice, so that puts us on the same side, because Dad definitely does not have that. “You are not supposed to be here, Ms. Shaw.”

“Is that what you came all the way here to tell me, sunshine? After the way you came on my tongue last night, moaning ‘Daddy’ like you couldn’t get enough?” Heat flooded my face. “Don’t—don’t say it like that.” He stepped closer, backing me against the closed door without touching me. “Why not? You liked it. You liked my mouth on you. You liked my fingers inside you while I told you how sweet you taste. You liked calling me Daddy while you fell apart.” I pressed my back harder against the wood, trying to put space between us even though there was nowhere to go. “It was a mistake. Mirabel is my best friend. Your daughter. This… this can’t happen again.”

I had felt the worst hurt that day, even if I was only thirteen. He was my father’s best friend and had relocated to California to set up another branch of his IT company during summer, and I hadn’t seen him ever since then, I couldn’t tell anyone, but my heart broke every single day he didn’t show up at our front door. I had made up my mind to relocate to California for college once I graduated high school, just to be close to him again, and the mere sight of him right now melted my heart. It was odd to crush on my father’s best friend, he was much older than I am, but I have loved him ever since I was thirteen. The first day he came to visit he stood out, and no one, absolute no one has ev

he said. "I will walk you out, Tristan," my dad said, and then they both left the kitchen. My shoulders sagged with defeat and I leaned back against the chair. What the f^ck just happened? He changed in a split second all because of my age. What was I even thinking about writing a silly essay about him? Now I know that I can never have him because he is my best friend's father and he is my dad's friend. He is simply not interested in a young woman such as me. It is time that I stayed the hell away from him too, if that will make me forget about this incident.

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.