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

Shame washed over me in waves, my breathing was unsteady and I tried to think about anything but the fact that my dad's best friend was here. The man who had taken my virginity… I shivered at the thought. He had told me I belonged to him and I had let him take me over and over again before he suddenly disappeared. Now I had moved on and he was here? How did he and Maxwell know each other by the way? Was I being set up? Had I been too needy I had put my family in trouble? I was so lost in thoughts when I heard movements, my breath caught, my body stiffening.

And being in this kitchen was giving me enough time to wrap my head around it. My life has been one hell of twists and disgusting events. But I never thought it'd get this insane. I didn't only sleep with my Best-friend's Father, I also stole from him. And now I'm in his house and I can't breathe properly. Back there at the pool, I pretended not to recognize him. But I can't continue pretending for long. Not when those intense hazel eyes had a way of seeing through me in the most unnerving but arousing way.

I whispered, then took to my heels. I ran as fast as I could away from my mother with no destination in mind. While in a haste to leave the room, I had forgotten my phone, so there was no way I could reach Sienna, my only friend. I sat down at a public bench to catch my breath after minutes of running nonstop. When my breathing stabilized I looked around to take note of my surroundings. The first thing I saw was the man who took my virginity, the father of my child smiling happily on a billboard. I stood up and stared at him for a while. "Malcolm Blake," I read out his name.

How could you ask your father's friend for sex? I smacked my head, and I winced. The image of last night being so wild and sweet made me smile. Asher was truly a god in bed who kissed death. I looked at my entire body, covered in red spots from Asher's little bites. Asher sucked every inch of my skin. He licked up my sweat! I felt so... horny again. But he's my father's friend!

Thick ropes of cum shot across his fingers, and splattered the hardwood. His knees buckled; he slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the groan. Nico didn’t stop even though the guy had cum. He fucked the guy through the aftershocks until he was shaking and babbling. Then he pulled out, ripped the ties on his hand, and spun the stranger around before shoving his cock down the guy’s throat. Asher watched as his best friend father's head tipped back, his throat working, a deep guttural sound tearing out of him while he unloaded.

I pulled my hands away, rubbing my temples as the stress crashed back into my chest. "Because it’s a total mess, Sophia," I whispered frantically. "I don't know what to say to Emily. She is my best friend. How do I even begin to tell her that I'm sleeping with her father? And that's not even the worst part." Sophia frowned, her smile fading into concern. "What do you mean?"

We went our separate ways after that incident without any contacts shared. It was really hard for me to live knowing that l will never meet him again. My best friend Edina introduced me to her brother Eric six months ago. The guy confessed his love for me. I accepted him hoping that l will forget the man in my mind. But it never happened. That man kept on tormenting me. Last summer Edina suggested that l should spent it in her home to which l agreed. That's when it hit me hard that the man is my best friend and boyfriend's dad. I decided to end my relationship with Eric because l couldn't control myself anymore. I was so madly in love with the man after seeing him again. I thought since me a

“You never invited me out to restaurants before or bought me fancy things, so apologies if I'm a little surprised by the grand gestures tonight. He leaned forward, his jaw locked like he didn't like what I was insinuating. “First of all, we never went out because we were hiding from my daughter Claire, who is also your best friend, and secondly, you said that expensive things don't matter to you, and I loved that you could be comfortable with me.” “That's not an excuse and you know it,” I huffed. Realizing I wasn't going to buy the excuse, he sighed. “Okay, you're right and I hid you. Partially because I loved what we had back then…no noise or opinions from the outside world and the two of u

BLURB… “Fuck me, Daddy…” I begged him, looking into his green, intense, lusty eyes. Him. My literature professor and my best friend's Father. The man who took my virginity and my sanity. The man who broke me; who reduced me to filth. I never thought I'd be this girl who'd fuck her best friend's Father. I had no reason to be this girl. I was trained right. I was warned about men who loved preying on good girls like me.

My chest rose and fell and my legs shivered in terror. “You were with him.” Father started, his voice firm and loud. “You were sleeping with him… my best friend! How could you let him take advantage of you?” The look of disgust and disappointment painted his face red. “He didn’t take advantage of me, father.” I answered with a loud tone. “I chased after him.” I lowered my head and began to fiddle with my fingers afterwards.