100 Novel(s) Related To Fucking My Best Friends Dad

“I lost control. Completely. Three times… four? I can’t even remember. I came inside you over and over like some animal. Jesus Christ, I didn’t even use protection.” Mia crawled closer and straddled his lap, cupping his face in her hands. “I wanted it. I begged for it. I loved every second of you filling me up. Don’t ruin it with guilt, Alexander. Not when I feel this happy.” He closed his eyes, hands resting on her waist. “You’re eighteen, Mia. I’m forty-two. I’m your best friend’s father. Last night I fucked you raw in my bed while my daughter was sleeping twenty feet away. That’s not something to celebrate. That’s something I should be ashamed of.”

Public service announcement, I'm a whore! Before you hear it from anyone else, I would be the first to tell you. I know I am fucking writing this and putting it out there, in public for everyone to read, but I need you to read with an open mind. I may have fucked my best friends father, but in my defense, he was Jamaican, had the biggest dick I have ever seen and before all that, I was an emotional wreck at the time.

She was done with her date, she held a flower bouquet, and she was still all smiles. Realization dawned onto me instantly. I just fucked my best friend dad. “Hey sis!” She hit my arm. I forced a tight smile. “How was it?” I asked. “It was so good!” She was elated. “I think I like him. We kissed.” She whispered the last part in my ears. They kissed. But I fucked her father while she was away. I was such a bad friend. “Hmmn… Tell me more about it while we head home,” I replied casually.

and my father and that man are bestfriends? "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! NO !!!!!!!!!"

“What should I think, Harper? I just found out that my dad is fucking you when he was on loudspeaker to his mate. How do you think I feel? This is so fucked up. He’s old enough to be your father.” And he’s the second person to tell me that in under an hour. “I get it, I really do but Dylan your father has the right to be happy and so do I. Let’s not lose sight of that fact. He hasn’t seen anybody since your mother died. Don’t begrudge him this. Levy is still your dad and I am still your best friend.” I take another sip of the coffee, it tastes better now there is cream in it. “Is that what best friend’s do, Harper? Sleep with their bestie’s daddy? Don’t you think it’s a bit fucked up at least?”

I knew she was definitely going to kill me! I fucked my best friend’s dad and betrayed our friendship…

I don't want any other woman to go through such a mess just because of me. “I know very well that both of you are best friends and you want to keep your relationship going by getting both your kids married to each other, but I'm sorry that because I have never liked her and she knows very well that I don't like her, I wouldn't want your best friend's daughter to go through a loveless relationship with me, which is why I don't want you to bring her into this.” My dad looked very surprised when he heard what I said. Obviously he wasn't expecting that at all.

I feel arms wrap around me and look up seeing my dad. “Don’t ya dare fuckin’ cry! Not for us idiots!” His words are mocking and I laugh slightly. “Do ya love him?” He looks at me, and I nod a bit too quickly. “I’m sorry, I know he’s your best friend, and it’s wrong.”

I answered, "anyway, my dad was my best friend. He was my partner in crime. I mean, sometimes he could be super embarrassing but I wouldn't have changed that about him." "You know your parents would be proud of you. You haven't given up. You've fought to make each day better than the last. I may not have known them but I gather they would have done anything for you, anything to protect you," Julian shifted us so that I laid flat on the bed with him hovering above me. With the pad of his thumb, he traced the sharp line of my cheekbone, "I don't know why that pathetic mutt left you alive that day but I'm glad he did."

"Why the fuck do you care? You've received enough punishment to last your entire life, and I'm confident that the secret affair you had with my dad, which drove my mother away will choke you until you die." A wrinkle appeared across his brow. "Watch your words, Adonis. I'm still older than you. "Typical," I scoffed, relaxing in my chair. He looked hurt, and a small part of me knew I was being too harsh on him. After all, he didn't force himself on my dad. Axton and I had a great relationship, and looking back, he was like a second dad. I thought the bastard was just being a loyal best friend, but he was fucking my dad.

Mom yelled and her anger already crowded the house? " Ariel we're talking to you. Who raped you?" Dad scolded. " Freddie." " Who's Freddie?" That's the issue , who's Freddie ? " Freddie is my best friend. We've been friends since highschool." " What! You've been keeping a male friend since highschool and we're not even aware?" Mom roared. " How are we even sure he's not your boyfriend? Your dirty little boyfriend that you've been hiding , huh?" Dad asked glaring at me.

They can fuck off. Genevieve does not kiss me, not on the mouth, anyway. Her lips graze my stubble as she gets back on the soles of her feet. “Thank you for talking to me about Dad. I do not know how I would’ve done this without you, Dan.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I get slammed by that tinge of possessiveness that strangles the fucking life out of me. And this time, all I can think about are the words I told my best friend the day I visited him right after I released my beast on his daughter.

I said as I released myself from his hold and closed my door. I understood that Antonio had a lot to lose like his friendship with my dad, but it hurt watching him bask in regret. I wanted things to go back to normal, so I decided to act like things were normal. I would simply forget that I had slept with my father’s bestfriend. * * * “Hope you didn’t get in trouble with Antonio,” Jenny asked as we both stopped for icecream close to campus. “Believe me, there was no trouble,” I teased as I collected my cup of icecream from the seller.

He gave Evander a stiff bow before turning around and walking down the corridor. The moment Julian was out of earshot, Evander stepped closer, his shadow completely covering me. "You're already making friends on your first hour here." "He was my father's trusted lawyer," I whispered, keeping my voice low so the nearby executives wouldn't hear us. "Unlike everyone else in this building, he actually seems happy that I'm alive. Why are you acting like this? You look like you want to throw him out of the window."

My paternal instincts flare—I want to comfort my little girl and strangle the bastard who hurt her best friend and made her cry. “I didn’t want anyone to know, G—not because you weren’t a good friend; you were the best. I just wanted my time with you to be free of that. You were my escape, and I’m glad I had that. Now stop crying—you know how your father gets. He’ll want to shoot whoever made you cry.” Gianna laughs. “Dad won’t shoot you. He loves you.” I clench my jaw. *You don’t know how right you are, baby girl. Will you forgive me when you learn I fell in love with your best friend?*

he asked in concern and sat down on the edge of my bed. When I met his gaze, I wanted to look away. I could feel my face burning even hotter than before. I bit down on my lip and lowered my gaze. My lashes trembled as I said feebly, “I feel so stressed, Dad.” Dad’s expression grew serious, and he fell into a thoughtful silence. Panic rose in my heart. No matter what, he was like my father. He doted on me. How could I even think of wanting to do those things with him?

I sat there and smiled and answered him and felt like the worst person alive. He had no idea. He was sitting right across from me drinking his coffee with both hands wrapped around the mug the way he always did and he had absolutely no idea that last night his best friend had held me down against my own mattress and made me come so hard I forgot my own name. I stood up and refilled my coffee. "Maverick called this morning," my dad said. I set the pot down carefully. "Yeah?" "Said he had to shoot off early, some work thing." My dad shrugged and took a long sip. "You know how he is."

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.

My heart hammered so loud I was sure someone would notice. “I like pussy, Marcus. This isn’t… I don’t do guys,” I whispered desperately, my voice cracking as another pothole made his fat cock slide along my seam again. “You gotta quit this. It’s fucked up. My dad’s your best friend. Please.” “Bullshit,” he growled quietly and nasty, his palm rubbing slowly over my growing bulge.