Hot daddy's best friend
"You shouldn't be here, Fiona," his deep voice rasped against her ear, his hand still pressed against the wall behind her.
"Then tell me to leave," she whispered, her lips trembling inches from his. He didn't move. He didn't breathe. And in that moment, she knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Fiona Harry has lived her whole life in a golden cage of wealth, reputation, and suffocating rules. University was supposed to be her escape, her first taste of freedom. But nothing could prepare her for the moment she came face-to-face with Professor Jalen Hart, her father's best friend. One reckless night changes everything. A drunken mistake turns into an irresistible obsession, pulling her deeper into Jalen's forbidden world. But secrets don't stay hidden forever. Between Jude, her possessive friend who knows too much, Marian, Jalen's wicked wife, and the dangerous power of desire, Fiona is about to risk not only hers and her family's reputation but her entire future.
And what happens when the truth comes out especially to Marian?
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Chapter 4
"What... how did you know my room?" I asked, hands trembling as he led himself into the room, pushing my steps back towards the wall. His hand rested on the wall behind me, pinning me in place. I had consumed my mind with thoughts on how to find him in this gigantic school. I wanted him there and he stepped in just in time, but how? It's barely been a few hours since I arrived. His hand wandered on my skin and my thoughts disappeared, melting me into pleasure.
"Do you remember this room bunny?" He asked, his deep husky voice sent chills down my spin, thugging my thigh. That name-only he calls me that, the man in my dreams. Could he be?
"No," I gasped "please" I pleaded as I leaned into the sensation that his fingers pressed close to my entrance, begging for more of his touch. My body quivered, my toes curled, I could already feel my orgasm coming so close and I hoped it wasn't a dream again as I slid my clit over his fingers faster and moaned.
"Just like that bunny, slide that cunt on my fingers, my hungry little slut," he whispered in my ears, soft and thrilling, sucking on my neck after each word.
"Yes," I moaned, arching my body to meet his pace before his large palm smacked my bare ass. Sending a spike straight to my feet.
"Ohh, fuck yes," I cried. "I'm cuming" I whispered, trying not to let my voice out.: I bit down on my lips, I couldn't hold it back anymore, I just needed to cum.
"This cunt is mine now bunny, every juice you spill is mine, and you're gonna take anything I do to you like a good girl," he murmured as his fingers pressed against my entrance.
"Yes, please," I pleaded. I wanted him in, all the way in. I've never had a man touch my teenage pussy before, but his touch made me want more. I could already feel my soul leave my body and back.
"Spread those legs wider," he ordered and I obeyed, parting my trembling legs for his pleasure.
"Good girl," he praised, gliding one finger into my entrance. "Fuck bunny, your pussy is so wet for me, you hungry little slut, One day, I'm gonna fuck this pussy so hard till you cry and beg me to make you cum, you're gonna beg me to stop and keep going" he murmured, his fingers stroking my entrance intensely.
"Please, I need more, I need you," I pleaded shamelessly, knowing I shouldn't be giving in to the feeling so easily, but I couldn't hold back.
He flipped me so fast, pressing my hard nipples against the cold wall through my light blouse and landed a hard smack on my ass. I winced and moaned. "Call me daddy," he ordered.
"Daddy," I whispered.
"Good girl," he groaned. I was enjoying every bit of it, forgetting he was my father's best friend and the boundaries that are meant to hold us back. At that moment, I just wanted more. He landed another smack on my ass and this time it was harder.
"Ohhh, yes" I cried.
"Hmmmm," he groaned. "Bouncy," he added. I pressed my ass against his hard cock, striding it faster and trying to feel it. I imagined how thick it would be and how wide it would stretch my tight walls. Juice spilled off my entrance, gliding down my thigh swiftly.
"I beg you, da...daddy... please make me cum" I pleaded. Then he pulled away, leaving my trembling legs on the spot. I was about to turn when his voice halted me.
"Stay right there, I need to admire this pretty view," he muttered. Groaning as he stepped back to sit on my bed. I stood in place, gasping as my body trembled from the pleasure he had unleashed on me mercilessly.
"Look at me bunny," he said. And I slowly turned. His Adams apple bulged as he took me in from the strands of my hair to my toes reminding me of the hunger in his eyes when he saw me naked back home, and I could tell how bad he wanted me, if only he had his way but he chose to torture me first.
"Strip, slowly..." he said again. His voice was enough for me to pour out my whole juice uncontrollably, it had a thing on me. I gazed at him as I undid my buttons and slid my pink cotton blouse down my shoulder, his glare on me was cold and authoritative. My eyes traced my fingers as I tried to give him a little show he would never forget.
I released my grip on my cloth, letting it slip through my fingers to the floor, exposing my hard plump nipples to the air. A cool breeze brushed over my nipples, making it tingle, and a moan slipped off my lips.
"That's it, bunny" he grunted as his cock jolted, causing my eyes to fly down to his length. I could tell it was huge by looking at it. "Keep going, I love how hard your nipples stare at me, you've got beautiful tiddies bunny," he praised, giving me more energy to push further.
My fingers caressed my skin, creeping down to my waist as I undid my zip slowly, letting my skirt drop seamlessly. My petite body was now exposed, completely naked for only his view aside from the black lace pant still hanging on my waist and I could tell he wanted more. He tilted his head to the back a bit, fighting back the urge to pounce on me.
His eyes kept roaming, making me feel so ashamed.
"Oh, I guess it's not to your liking..." I concluded as he stayed silent. His glare at me was unbearably uncomfortable until he bit his lips. I quickly tried to cover my boobs with my hands, looking away shyly.
"Don't you dare" he snapped right before I could pick up my clothes. "I really want to fuck between those boobs right now," he whispered.
I bite down on my lower lip, fighting back my moan. He knows just the right words to send me thrilling, I was a bit convinced I wasn't dreaming this time, it usually won't take this long, and I didn't want it to stop.
He walked closer to me again, trailing his fingers on my skin as he loosened my grip on my mound. He leaned closer to my mound, his cold tongues swirled on my hard nipples and I snapped, pressing his head harder on my nipple.
"Fuck," it slipped out, faintly. He squeezed as he sucked harder, and my warm juice rolled down my thigh. His fingers crawled back to my thighs pinching my clit so hard. My orgasm rushed close, so close that I couldn't hold back a scream.
"Ohh, yes! I'm coming, I'm coming daddy," I cried and
pow!
A loud bang resounded on the door, snapping me out of my wild dream again.
"Jalen," I screamed, out of my sleep "What? That can't... it was too..." I stuttered, and a loud laugh caught my attention.
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8.6
"What do you think people would say if they found out you don't have a dick?" Christian asked, his voice low and dripping with seduction. His hand pressed firmly against my crotch, fingers exploring the flat, unfamiliar emptiness there. A devilish smirk curved his lips. "Or if they discovered these voluptuous breasts you've been hiding so well?"
A strangled moan slipped from my throat as his hand slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my hardened nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Which do you think they'd call you?" he murmured, eyes gleaming. "A boy with tits... or a dickless little fraud?"
I stared into his hungry blue eyes, words failing me.
"The term you're looking for is 'girl,'" came Xavier's smooth voice from the bathroom doorway. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze raking over me with open interest. "So tell me, little girl... what the hell is someone like you doing in an all-boys dorm?"
Christian's smirk widened. "She wants to be devoured by boys like us." His fingers gave my nipple one last firm pinch before he leaned in closer, breath hot against my ear. "And I'll be more than happy to give her a taste."
9.2
She loved him until she lost herself.
Now, behind locked doors and shattered glass, she must learn to breathe again.
When she first met Lloyd, he was magnetic and intoxicating. The kind of man who turned every head when he entered a room, who spoke in promises sweet enough to taste. With him, she felt chosen, cherished, and safe.
But safety was an illusion, and love became a weapon.
And slowly, piece by piece, he dismantled her until nothing of the woman she once was remained.
Now institutionalized after a breakdown, she begins to piece together the brutal truth of what really happened in the shadows of their love story. Memories sting like open wounds: the manipulation disguised as tenderness, the apologies that blurred into threats, the desperate hope that tomorrow he'd be the man she fell for again.
Yet beneath the grief and the shame, a quiet rebellion stirs, a vow to reclaim her voice, her freedom, and her life. Because this is not just a story of how she fell apart. It is a story of how she rises.
Haunting, raw, and achingly intimate, Boys like him peels back the glittering mask of a toxic love affair to reveal the kind of darkness that hides in plain sight, and the unbreakable strength it takes to escape it.
7.9
After her twin brother's unexplained death at Alpha Academy, Alexandria Hyde takes his place and his name to uncover the truth. Now living as "Alex," she's thrown into a world of hot, testosterone-fueled Alphas who fight to the brink of death... and she has to survive it while hiding who she really is.
But staying hidden isn't easy–
Not when the Alphas start noticing her.
Not when the truth she's chasing might destroy her first.
And definitely not when they start fighting for her instead.
9.2
Clara was drowning in student debt and barely making rent when she downloaded a fantasy mobile game to escape reality.
Inside the game, an exiled prince named Alex was freezing to death. Pitying him, she spent her last few dollars on microtransactions to fix his shelter and cure his poison.
But the game was far too real.
Every time she paid, the prince reacted. When she complained aloud about going broke, the in-game army suddenly halted, as if the prince had heard her voice.
Then, the terrifying real-world consequences hit.
Clara woke up to find her water glass and a box of Kleenex had vanished from her locked bedroom overnight.
She frantically searched the tiny apartment, her heart pounding in her chest.
She thought she was losing her mind. Had she thrown them out in her sleep? Was there a stalker hiding in her home?
How could physical objects just disappear into thin air behind a deadbolted door?
Until she looked at her nightstand.
Sitting exactly where her missing items used to be was a glowing, weightless crystal cup that defied all logic.
And on her laptop screen, the exiled prince was carefully holding her Kleenex box, offering a mountain of real gold on an altar.
She hadn't just downloaded a mobile game; she had opened a cross-dimensional trade route with a desperate future king.
7.8
My abusive ex was threatening a lawsuit that would destroy my father's career and wipe out my PhD. I was completely out of options.
That night, Graham, the boy from next door I hadn't seen in a decade, showed up at my apartment in the middle of a hurricane. Now a wealthy orthopedic surgeon, he offered a transactional marriage: he needed a local wife to keep his family away while he cared for his sick mother, and in return, he would make my ex disappear.
I thought it was a simple deal. But the morning after we signed the marriage license, Graham didn't just scare my ex off—he ruthlessly dismantled him. Then, Graham turned to me. His eyes were dead as he pulled out his phone, showing me a high-resolution photo of the night I illegally sold lab samples to pay off my ex's initial blackmail. He had hired a private investigator to stalk me. If that photo leaked to the FDA, I wouldn't just lose my degree; I'd go to prison.
"I needed a guarantee," he said flatly.
I was shaking with rage and terror. This wasn't a rescue. It was a hostage situation. Why did he hunt me down? Why use my darkest secret to trap me in this twisted marriage?
I couldn't live like this. I demanded an immediate divorce. But at the courthouse, the clerk dropped a bomb on us: state law required a mandatory thirty-day waiting period. Thirty days trapped with a ruthless, manipulative stranger. I had to find a way to break his leverage before the month was up.
7.2
Allie Patterson poured fifteen years into her husband Grayson’s tech startup, living in a cramped San Jose apartment. Every penny, every late night coding session, was for their shared future, built on his constant claims the company struggled, always on the verge of its big break.
Then, a grant deed arrived: a stunning $4.2 million Atherton villa, paid in full, listing Grayson and an unknown Kacey Schmidt as joint tenants.
Her coffee mug shattered as Allie’s world imploded. Driving to the mansion, she found Kacey in silk pajamas, flaunting a massive pink diamond and, beneath it, Grayson’s grandmother’s heirloom ring – the one he’d tearfully claimed to have lost years ago.
Kacey purred, "He's in the shower. We were so tired last night."
The words were a serrated knife, twisting, confirming years of lies.
Humiliation and rage burned out, leaving a terrifying, absolute silence. All her sacrifice and trust were a cruel, elaborate joke, orchestrated by the man she loved.
Allie calmly took photos, then gave herself one minute in her beat-up car to mourn. When it passed, her tears stopped, replaced by cold, calculated murder in her eyes. She typed a text to Grayson:
"Come home early tonight. I have a surprise for you."