My Father’s Best Friend Stole My Virginity นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Right....." Making the choice to take out his best friend's daughter late at night, without anyone's knowledge, was far from wise, especially considering the unconventional nature of our relationship. I mean, let's be realistic here, it's not exactly common for a girl to develop romantic feelings for her own father's best friend, is it? "Now tell me where are we going?" I smiled, tracing his stubble, "It should be somewhere interesting." "Your wish, my command." He leaned closer and pressed his lips to mine once again.

I wished I was his permanent cumdump, available whenever that thick dick got hard. He was my father’s best friend, for fuck’s sake. He wasn’t supposed to touch me. I wasn’t supposed to let him. I should have told Mom. Or Dad. Told them his best friend had bent me over his desk and ruined me because I’d sent him a video of me fingering my soaked pussy, moaning his name like a whore. Was it betrayal? Or was it exactly what my greedy little cunt deserved? The next morning I woke up deliciously sore, the deep, aching throb between my legs making me smile before I even opened my eyes.

My father’s gentle smile was a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the air moments before. Seriously? So I am the only downer here who won't get what she wants. I scoffed and quietly strode towards them. My eyes remained fixed on the lady, and I couldn’t help but keep my mouth wide open as I saw her intimate with my father. Her lips were pressed against my father's, and he responded with equal fervor, completely oblivious to my presence. So he has a girlfriend in Paris, huh? Way to go, Father; only you deserve happiness.

A sigh of satisfaction left her mouth before her blue orbs came to a close as she drifted off to la la land. “Hayden, wait stop, no- aghhhh!” My senses shut down as he emptied inside me for what was-, I had even lost count. “If you scream like that, your little friend is going to hear you.” He mocked, after I had earlier told him that I did not want to partake into such intercourse when I was just sleeping right next to my best friend, whom was yet to know that I was fucking her father every night!

“I promise. This isn't how I planned to introduce you.” My brows furrowed into confusion Introduce me? “My father wasn't supposed to show up,”she continued, with a smile. “I swear. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable and I am just here scolding him.” My head spun and my face dropped. I haven’t gotten a chance to see him, since he was always very busy and on our first meeting, I… Fuck, I slept with my best friend’s father?!

He asked, I sigh. "I'm strong" I tell him. It was silent for a moment. "What happened?" "Remember Jackson? My best friend from junior high, Kate, her brother that I told who took my virginity. I found out that..,..." I was hesitant. "Hannah, I'm growing impatient" he warned. "He and his friend...... ràped me that night. I stole a flash from him, I saw everything. Dad, I'm gonna do something terrible" I cried. "Calm down, I'm in Thailand now, but darling, I know you're strong, and you know what I hate the most in this world, ràpe. Do what you have too. Anything you need, let me know"

"Did she always control you ?" "Who ? Leslie ?" "Yeah she. What's going on ? You could talk to us Ariel. We're your close friends and it's gonna be nice if we know what's going on." "Alright. It's not what you think. My father was once a deacon in my Catholic parish in Georgia. I wanted to be a nun but things didn't go as planned. My best friend Freddie , stole my virginity and I got kicked out of the convent. My dad lost his position and we had to move to New York. It's silly." I shut my eyes and breathe in deeply. I shouldn't have let this out. I hate pity and I hate being judged too.

Pretend Dominic Ashford was just my father’s best friend and nothing more. But my body was still humming from those five seconds in his arms, and I knew the truth: I had never been very good at pretending. Not when it came to him.

I slapped myself and cried out again, "Dad!" At that moment, my father was shirtless, a blanket barely covering his lower body. Hearing my words, he panicked, hurriedly wrapping a towel around himself. "What's going on?" he asked, frantically covering every inch of exposed skin. Kneeling, I bowed my head low. "Dad! I'm your real daughter!" The shock of the truth nearly made my father faint. He started hitting his head, muttering to himself, "I almost did something terrible! I may be a pervert, but I'm not a monster!"

He took a deep breath. “He saw women as toys that he could play with. At an early age, I was exposed to loose, gold-digging women.” He paused for a while. Then he continued, “My father’s birthday gift to me when I was twelve was a woman twice my age. I was young, Brianne!” he said in a rough voice. “I was innocent. I felt…” He trailed off. “Molested! I lost my virginity to one of the women my father picked up somewhere. How twisted is that?!” He took a deep breath and for a while, I thought he was struggling to continue. I reached out for his hand and squeezed it to make him understand that it was okay. He could tell me his secrets. He was not alone.