***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Enough spoilers, read on to know what happens. Don't forget to leave your comments. XoXo. "I need to come," I tell her. "Please... yes..." "Come with me..." I drop her to her back and lower myself back in position. My belly presses to hers, and her pretty little nipples feel so sweet against my chest. "I can't..." she whispers. "I'm so... fluttery..." "You can," I tell her. "I promise you, you can." I pause. "And you will. Again, Laine. Come for me again." I rub, back and forth, my dick pinned between my stomach and her pussy, grinding hard, taking so much fucking care not to spear that tight little cunt and fill her up with my cum. "I'm gonna come all over your sweet little pussy, Laine." "Yes..." she whispers. "Oh God, please... please, Nick..." "Don't call me that," I growl, and I'm on the edge, right on the fucking edge. "What shall I call you?" she asks, and I hear it in her voice, I hear she's thinking it, too. It's in the little tremor, the sweet little hint of lust. My breath is erratic, my cock pulsing as my balls tighten, ready to fucking blow. And I say it. I just fucking say it. "Call me Daddy," I growl. "You can call me Daddy."
ASHLEY
I'm always the happiest when I'm at my best friend's house. As soon as I pull into the long driveway and see their gorgeous house on the
lake, I immediately feel at peace. I love Sara, and I'm sure that has a lot to do with it, but if I'm being completely honest, it's really because of her dad.
I've been in love with Mr. Mancini for as long as I can remember. I practically grew up in this house, and my entire childhood is filled with memories of him. He was like a second dad to me, but all that changed when I got older. I started to see him in a very different way. He was born in Italy and came to America when he was a teenager, and I began to be aware of those gorgeous Italian genes of his. His jet-black hair, dark eyes, and olive skin drove me crazy when I'd come over and stay the night, and it still does. He's completely ruined my chances of ever being with anyone else. I'm so obsessed with him that I've never even been on a date with anyone. High school for me was like a nunnery. The only action I ever saw was with my hand when I was thinking about my best friend's dad. I try not to think about how fucked up that is.
Pulling my car up to their garage, I park my sensible, and very used, Ford Focus behind Sara's red sports car and grab my bag from the back. Things are going to be different now, I tell myself. We just graduated high school, and I'm 18. Mr. Mancini has been divorced for years, and as far as I know, isn't dating anyone at the moment. Thank god! Maybe I can get him to see me as something other than just his daughter's best friend.
As soon as I ring the doorbell, Sara opens it in a rush and pulls me into a big hug.
"I'm so glad you're here!"
I laugh and hug her back. "We did just see each other a couple of days ago."
"Yeah, but it's different now that we've graduated. I don't miss school, but I miss seeing you every day."
I follow her inside and toss my bag by the stairs before we head into the kitchen to grab a drink. Climbing onto a stool, I wait while she digs around in the fridge. It's just Sara and her dad in this massive house, and they're wealthy enough to have a maid and a cook who comes by to prepare all their meals in advance, so when she pulls out a pitcher of what looks to be homemade lemonade, I know it's going to be delicious.
She pours us a couple of glasses and sits on the barstool next to me.
"I've already ordered us pizza for later, and there's a scary-looking movie that we can watch."
"You never last more than five minutes," I say with a grin. "You watch the whole movie from under a blanket or between your fingers. I don't know why you keep trying."
"I do not! I watch them." She shrugs and adds, "Most of them."
"That's all right. I don't mind giving you play-by-plays. I can be the brave one in this relationship."
She snorts and butts her shoulder against mine. "Very funny."
I take a drink of my lemonade and can't help but give a groan of appreciation. "Holy shit that's good."
"I know, right? Mrs. Johnson is the best. You remember her chocolate chip cookies?"
"Oh my god, so good," I say, remembering the last time I had them.
"Well, she heard you were coming and made us some."
"Tell her I said thanks and I love her."
Sara laughs and empties her glass in one long drink. "Will do."
When I'm done, we head up to her room, and I can't wait any longer, so
I say, "So, is it just you and me tonight?"
"Yeah, my dad is at some work thing. He said he'll be gone pretty much all night."
I try not to look as disappointed as I feel. There's always tomorrow. Maybe I'll be able to see him in the morning before I leave. It's hard to resist the urge to just lay down and curl into a ball, but I don't want to ruin the night for Sara, and I sure as fuck don't want her to know how I feel about her dad. Plastering a grin on my face, I do my best to enjoy our evening. It's not long before Sara has me laughing and the time starts to fly by.
The doorbell rings, letting us know the pizza's here, and I hang back while Sara gets the door. I have to stifle a laugh when the young delivery guy starts acting all flustered around her. Sara is gorgeous. How could she not be with a dad like hers? Men, old and young, can't help but fawn over her. Where my clothing tends to cover more than reveal, Sara's outfits are chosen to show as much flesh as possible. I've always felt like the less attractive, invisible friend, but I've never been angry or jealous of her. Okay, well maybe a little jealous, but not in a mean way. I love Sara to death, and she's never made me feel bad about myself. Quite the opposite. She loves my blonde hair and brown eyes and always tells me there's nothing wrong with being on the short side.
I park my butt on the stairs when it's obvious the delivery guy is in no rush to get away. When my stomach lets out an embarrassingly loud growl, she finally says goodbye and follows me into the kitchen with the pizza and a phone number.
"You're such a flirt., I say with a laugh, grabbing a couple of plates for us.
"Of course, I was flirting. Did you see how hot he was?"
Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. "I'm gonna take your throat first, Mandy. Then your pussy, then your ass." I'm not even sure what all that means, other than I'm gonna have sex. He takes out his dick and pumps it a few times, pulling it up towards his stomach, exposing the long vein, pulsing with blood as it fills and becomes hard and thick. "Put your hand around it, Mandy." I reach up and gently place my hand around his thickness. Immediately the wetness between my legs is back. "Stroke me," he says in a softer voice. "Harder," he demands when I am timid. I squeeze harder and stroke up and down. Finding a rhythm like our heartbeats out on the beach. Is this the same man? I pump faster, and that makes his eyes close to half-mast. "Your little hands on my big cock, Mandy. I love it. Now open your mouth." I freeze. Staring at him. Deciding "Open," he says again. I obey. "Wider," he whispers as he places his hands on either side of my head and crawls up my body. The tip of his dick touches my lips. "Should I tell you how I like it, Mandy?"
Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. (Nora Moore and Ethan Allen). "Say you're a slut." He said, watching her finger herself, absentmindedly stroking his dick. "I," she gasped, closing her eyes, but being thrilled at saying the words, "I am a slut.. oh, please fuck me." He turned her around, forcing her up onto her hands and knees. She felt him run his hands down her back, up her spread ass, and finally pull on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She moaned and turned herself up for him, pushing her open cunt back onto him. He leaned forward and grabbed her braids, pulling her head back as he rammed his dick inside her hard. She cried out and tightened around his dick, "Oh god, yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard and dirty." She moaned out. "I'm a fucking slut. Hurt my pussy."
"Is there a reason why I shouldn't fuck your brains out right now?" he ask and I shudder. "Nnn... Nooo! I don't have a reason," I stutter. "Good! I am about to forget you are my princess and fuck you like a slut," he promises as he fucks me. "I am a slut, only for you," I murmur. ******* I have always had a crush on my dad's best friend but Jack never saw me as a woman and rather he always referred to me as a child and treated me just like one. Just that, something ws soff in the eau he looked at me and spoke to me from time to time. I could feel the need in his voice and fire in his eyes. So when my parents had to leave for some days and he was asked to take care of me I knew that was the only chance I will ever get at making my feelings known to him and to know whether or not what I saw was real ot if I wasn't Hallucinating. The first few nights were tough and he kept off saying I was off limits to him, but what if I am not and he is only trying to send me away bechause of the lady I saw him kissing the other night?
"Oh, Fuck Blaze " The Rythm of his movements was relentless, hips and dick and fingers. He licked my lips and I sucked his tongue. Then pinched, the barbell hard against my teeth. He groaned and it was wet. I didn't let him go, and he wriggled and squirmed. I pressed harder against him, bucking harder. ***** At twenty-three, Tiana Melody Taylor is a renowned impostor, her fraudulent acts of using her charms to lure men to her bed and room and then drug them to sleep is what has been putting food on her table. If she is being discovered, she pulls prettying so face that no one will believe she is guilty. ThaThisghasne on for several years, each time playing with the men's desires. To Tiana she wants to support her father's company which Is under the control of her uncle, he keeps sending her on endless missions just to have her will done. Well, she does it anyway till she can't anymore, standing up for her right, Uncle Maxwell assigns her to the last tax which is to extort thirty million francs from the richest billionaire in town_Blaze Jadiel Lewis. While Tiana is targeting Blaze, he is also targeting her, and on the night they meet up in his house, Blaze sees the drug she secretly puts in his drink and switches the drinks.
At twenty-three, Laila Danvers is the only female werewolf over the last century to exist but being born as a descendant of the most hunted Mutt(werewolf outcast) automatically puts a red flag on her name throughout her existence. She comes out in a world filled with disgusting mentalities and this automatically puts her life in danger. She gets tired of a hide-in lifestyle and runs from New Orleans “The city of fangs”, to the quiet town of Malibu, Southern California to live in as an ordinary person not knowing that her last will always hunt her down Just as she gets comfortable with her new lifestyle, she receives a life-threatening call that puts her on the run again from an unknown source, and for the past number of years had been like that, ' run or you get slain
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"