My Father’s Best Friend Stole My Virginity Novels & Stories

And definitely not when he is kissing me like I'm the next breath he needs. I gasp when his hands grip my ass, squeezing tightly. He moans in the back of his throat when I arch my back, pushing my cleavage more into his face. My plan had been to get a man who is drunk and swipe his wallet while his hands got a little too excited. Going back to their hotel room wasn't part of the plan and having sex definitely wasn't part of it. But I've made a lot of silly risky moves to know, most things don’t go as planned.

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 said. I was dumbstruck. The same man I had a one-night stand with was my father's best friend! The same man who was hands deep into my folds the night before was my father's best friend! I stood in shock, looking at him as he gave no reaction at all. “Oh— “Hello Amelia, you look—grown up.” The man said.

She opens her mouth, closes it again. I start pacing, my hands shaking. “Andre is the only man I have ever slept with. The only one. He is Theo’s father, he took my virginity that night, we slept together once and I got pregnant with Theo unless you know someone else I slept with that I somehow forgot.” “Sage” “Don’t,” I snap, spinning toward her. “Don’t you dare question that. Not you. You are my best friend. You are supposed to have my back.”

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

I said to him as he groaned. “I know, right? My dad has a stalker, and the day I took your virginity, he was actually stalking me and he took those pictures. I actually ranted out to my dad because I can't take this fucked-up character. tulip, I don't know about you. Should we still go ahead with this contract?”

The same calm, powerful presence. The man I spent the night with… was Tessa’s father. My lips parted slightly. “So… I slept with my best friend’s dad?” I whispered in disbelief. At the same time, his eyes met mine. And he froze. The warmth in his expression disappeared, replaced by pure shock. Neither of us spoke. The air between us became heavy and tense. Because in that moment, we both realized the truth. Last night… We crossed a line that could never be erased.

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 wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

“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.”