Novel & Cerita Sleeping With My Ex-boyfriend's Father

I gasped. I was… I did. Frantically, I grabbed my phone again and opened it with trembling hands. I went straight to the recording app. I let out a deep breath the moment I saw a new audio file saved. I hit play. "Oh… Tito Damien… Damien! Faster! Please! Daddy!" My jaw dropped. The phone slipped from my fingers. “Fuck! Mica!” I cursed at myself. I slept with him. With my ex-boyfriend’s father. It was real. I thought maybe it was just a dream.

I spun around quickly, replacing my pale expression with a smile. “None, father.” If only I could ask him exactly what kind of a man his best friend was. Because I'm getting deadly chills from him. Wasn't he supposed to be the warm and friendly Vince? Who is this Vince that I slept with and just got off the phone with? They seem totally different from the Vince we've all known over the years. “I came to say goodnight.” Father came closer, hugging me briefly. “Thank you for coming to spend the night with me on my birthday eve.”

*What the hell is wrong with me? I had slept with my ex’s stepfather. Willingly. Multiple times. In his house. While Alex was somewhere downstairs. The shame was so thick I could barely breathe through it. I prayed silently that Grey would leave the room first so I could slip out, shower, get dressed, and disappear without facing anyone. Finally, I heard him move. The bed dipped as he got up. I kept my breathing slow and even until I heard the soft click of the bedroom door closing behind him.

I looked between them, noting the way my father's hand had come to rest on the back of Jane's chair, the way she relaxed slightly when he appeared and the subtle intimacy in their body language. No. No, that couldn't be. But it was. I could see it in the way he looked at her and the way she looked at him. The pieces fell into place with sickening clarity. My father was sleeping with my ex-fiancée. "You've got to be kidding me," I said, the words escaping before I could stop them. "This is what this is about? You hired her because—" "Because she's brilliant, qualified and exactly what I needed in an executive assistant," My father interrupted, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.

Resting my elbows on my thighs, I hunched forward slightly. "I'm talking about the fact that you slept with that fucking bitch Freya." The moment I said that, my father spat out his drink. His eyes widened before he swallowed hard. "I'm so disgusted with you," I said. At this point, he didn't have to lie to me and tell me nothing had happened between them. It was pretty clear that Freya had been sleeping with my father. I just didn't understand why he had done it. "And then you were the one who helped her brother get out of the case." I groaned, watching him shake his head as if I were the one who was wrong.

I gripped her hips, pulled her down as hard as I could, and shot a thick stream of hot cum deep inside her twitching pussy, filling her to the brim. Valerie collapsed forward, her sweaty breasts flattening against my chest as we both panted in the dark. I kept my thick, softening cock buried deep inside her wetness, our hearts hammering in perfect sync. My father was sleeping just down the hall, completely unaware that his wife was fully claimed, drenched, and fast asleep in his son’s bed.

I was not sure how they had managed to make the one they had submitted look authentic, but that did not matter because I knew for a fact that Susan was not my sister—she could not be my sister and that had little to do with the strong sexual pull I had towards her. It was because I knew my father. I knew what type of man he was to my mother and me. In all the years he had been alive, there had not been a single scandal involving him with another woman. I remembered when I turned eighteen and he had taken me out for drinks for the first time. Women approached him and offered him a dance, but he refused. Don’t be naive, Mark. I sighed. If he had affairs how was I to know? I would have to ask h

Because I need more. God, even right now, sore and dripping with his essence, I want him to drag me back down to the ground and fuck me all over again. I smile as it hits me how messed up this is. My ex-boyfriend’s father just fucked me in a public park, and I loved every damn second of it.

I thought he’d be the hottest man I’d ever had in me. But no. His father was in a different league altogether. Thinking about that DILF... all I could repeat was damn, like a broken tape. I had a thing for older men, those at least two decades older than me, and for younger men too, at least five years younger. Obviously, Cole didn’t fall into either of those categories. Just when I thought life was becoming its usual shade of boring, his hot, sexy father appeared. I closed my eyes, picturing Elijah. I imagined his broad hands gripping my waist, his voice low and commanding in my ear. He wouldn’t beg.

“Please, I’d like to be excused,” I said but I didn’t wait for either of them to answer before I ran out of the office. My hands were trembling as I made my way to the bathroom, my heart was racing and I was feeling suffocated. Ryan was Damien’s son which meant that I had slept with my ex’s father. Fuck! While he deserved that and more, I realized how bad this was for me. I instantly wanted a shower. I hated everything Ryan related.