Pleasuring my dad's best friend
"Come for daddy, little Ellie."
Those words from my dad's best friend, were my undoing. I lusted over this man for years and he never noticed me. To him, I was just the naive, annoying daughter of his best friend. I devised a perfect plan to get him to fuck me. Not long, the truth was revealed. Would it be the end of the fire between us? And what happens when my dad and the rest of the world finds out about us?
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Chapter 2
SCOTT'S POV
Finally, I was done with work. I can now attend the party-my birthday party. I arrived in Houston yesterday for work. My company is based mainly in London, there's an extension in Houston. Though I travel often to balance work in both locations, I haven't been here in a very long time. My friends and employees hosted a birthday party, well, also a welcome back party; not that I care for these things.
"Mr. Blackwell, the Evanston's are requesting an urgent meeting with you-"
"Not today." I headed out. My assistant knows exactly what to do, I don't have to spell out the words.
I headed straight to my penthouse, showered and got dressed. There will be important people in attendance, business partners, family and few friends. Speaking of friends, Jack Garcia, my buddy, I haven't seen him in a long time and his daughter Eliza...Last time I saw her, she was all grown up, pretty little girl-naughty.
I got into my SUV and was off to the location. My phone rang, it was Jack. Speak of the devil and he calls. "What's up, man?" I got here directly from a meeting, man, I've been at your party for like ten minutes, still no glimpse of you. Don't tell me you're not here yet."
"Sorry bud, I'm on my way."
"Let me guess, you were too busy with a female you forgot your own party?"
"Really Jack? I'll be there in five minutes." I smiled at his guess. I must admit, I miss those days when pleasure came first, lived wild and carefree but now, work first. I still don't care for love but I care about everything that earns me money. Doesn't mean I no longer fuck, I could never stop fucking.
Wealth comes with benefits, lots and lots of benefits, willing pussies, more than I could ever fuck. But I do have standards, not all willing pussies are fucked. After all this stress, a willing woman in my bed will be nice.
I got to the venue and headed inside, scanning the room with my eyes, I sort out my friend.
"Scott!"
"Jack!" We hugged, tapping each other on the back like bros do.
"It's so good to see you again, Scott. It's been ages."
"Yeah it is. How are you, your sister...your little girl."
Jack laughed hard. "we're all fine, man. Don't let that young lady hear you call her that. She snaps at me whenever I call her little. Truth is, she's not little anymore, my little girl how's grown into a young lady."
"Fierce like her father, I see. So, where is she?"
"I got a message from my sister that Eliana would not be able to attend."
"Why? School work?"
"No, stomach issues. Sandra would leave in an hour to ensure Eli is alright."
"Say hello to her for me. I'll be visiting this weekend though."
"Sure. I'll be expecting you."
I turned to get a glass from a server and I caught a glimpse of a woman, why was she wearing a mask? "Damn! Who's that hot chick, Jack?"
"I don't know, she's wearing a mask as you can see."
"I see, and I see more than a mask." She's so hot, perfect looking boobs exposed by the dress that pushed them up, lovely hips, thick thighs, I could already picture myself between those thighs. Maybe it's because I haven't had sex all week, my legs moved on their own.
"Where the hell are you going, man whore?" I can't deny how funny that sounded.
"To get myself something really nice." When I turned, I saw my silly nephew- cousin's son, talking to her. Honestly, he was way too good at the playboy thing, but I wasn't about to let him have this one, she's mine for the night.
"I believe the lady is not interested in whatever you" Not giving him a second glance, I led the lady away from him. Her scent... so divine. She seemed a bit reserved. I like that, such women are usually wild and uninhibited in bed. I love a crazy bitch in bed.
"Have we met before?"
"Yes."
"Where?" I asked curiously. Was she one of the women I had a thing with in the past?
"At an auction. My family is not in attendance tonight, I'm here on their behalf."
I somehow managed to get her to join me in the VIP room. She refused to tell me her name or take off her mask.
The idea of fucking a woman on a mask was exciting. "How old are you?" There was a brief pause before she responded.
"I'm twenty two." Twenty two? I'm like twenty years her senior...Why do I care? She wants this too right?
"Undress." I ordered her. The minute her boobs were exposed, I moved over to feel them in my hands. They were so soft, perfect for grabbing. She wore no panties underneath her dress. My cock hardened even more. I kissed her hard, wet and hot. Slipping my fingers into her cunt, I murmured, "you're so wet baby, so tight."
I lifted her onto the bed, took off my clothes and joined her, letting her feel some of my body weight. "I'm going to fuck you so good."
"Yes! I want that please..."
"Say yes daddy." I ordered her. A second ago, I was considering ending this but now, I think a little adventure with a young woman would be exciting after all. 'Daddy...'
"Yes, Daddy! I want you to fuck me real good." The way she called me daddy and how she stated what she wanted, made my dick throb. She moved her hips, making my dick and her pussy touch. Maybe it's because I haven't fucked in a while but that felt so good, I shivered with pleasure.
I slid a finger into her, then another, pumping in a fast pace as I circled her clit with my thumb and suckled her nipple and groped the other boob as she moaned crazily. I can't wait, she's wet as hell, she's ready.
I quickly positioned myself between her legs and thrust into her in one hard thrust. She let out a scream, not one of pleasure but one of pain. That scream... Could it be that she was a virgin? No way, in this day and age, virgin at twenty two? Certainly not.
Maybe I was too rough. She felt so tight, she probably hadn't had sex in a long time.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, no, daddy." she said as she caressed my body with her fingers.
"Fuck me, please Daddy, please." she whispered as she moved her hips, taking my dick deeper into her cunt. She didn't have to ask because I have every intention of fucking this sweet little pussy.
"You're so fucking tight. I'm gonna fuck this perfect little pussy all night." I trailed kisses from her neck down to her chest, those perfect plum boobs, kissing, suckling and squeezing while she moaned. I pulled away from her but are bodies were still connected while I fucked her, kneeling upright. Pounding faster and harder. I massaged her clit with my thumb and pussy gripped my dick real hard. It took a lot of control to stop myself from coming in that tight pussy.
Her moans grew louder and louder as my thrusts got harder and faster. I could feel her body tremble, her breathing pattern changed, I knew she was close.
"That's right, baby, come for daddy."
On demand, her body shook with an intensity as she came hard, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She let out a loud scream while lifting hips as she convulsed, causing intense pleasure to explode through me. She went limb-weak and exhausted from the intensity of her come while I kept pounding. I did not stop pounding even for a second. I held her hips in place and pounded away, who knew a young pussy felt this good?
The rush of pleasure through my veins alerted me. I was close. I began fucking without precision, each thrust more powerful than the last as I raced to reach climax. I massaged her already sensitive clit.
"Come once more for daddy." In an instant she convulsed, shaking with the intensity of her come. I joined her. Moaning and grunting my release.
Once I regained control over my body, I pulled her mask off. I wanted to see the face of the woman I had had a wonderful fuck with.
Her reaction was strange but damn she was beautiful, a little young for a twenty two year old. Those lips, those eyes-they seem familiar. I might have forgotten the time we met but those eyes, I remember.
"What do you say about being exclusively mine till I leave for London?" She raised her brow as if she was unable to comprehend what I had said. "You'll be highly compensated. I get to fuck that pussy- only me, until I leave." She still said nothing. "Name your price."
"I'll think about it." She sounded unsure. She might not accept-her loss-mine too. "I have to leave now."
Seriously? Did my request scare her? I don't see anything scary in fucking for a week and getting paid.
"I'll have someone drop you off."
"No! no need. I-I came with a car so..." She replied while putting her dress back on. I smiled when she winced as she sat down to put on her shoes. I got that pussy soar and properly fucked.
"Alright. Here's my card. Be in my office tomorrow at 12."
"Of course." In an instant, she was out of the room, hurrying like there was someone after her life.
I got dressed, brushed my fingers through my hair to put it in order and headed to the bed to get the girl's mask. It smelled good, just like her. I noticed a stain on the bed... blood, was I too rough after all? Why didn't she ask me to stop?
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9.6
When Kristine Iglesias discovers about her boyfriend's cheating, she chooses the ultimate weapon for her revenge: A one night stand with his enemy.
The irresistible, dominating, heartless billionaire, Zayne Nightwood.
One night all it took to change the flow of her life. An irresistible desire sparked between them. Both of them began to crave each other badly.
One night. One opportunity.
The news of their one night stand and her pregnancy spread like fire caught on silk. A scandal was created, risking both hers and his image,
But there was a catch. Everyone thought Zayne got her pregnant but the child was not Zayne's but Edric's.
In her one drunken mistake, she saw an opportunity, a dark path to annihilate all the obstacles, to make all her enemies pay.
Subsequently, Kristine and Zayne decide to marry, to fool the public and avoid allegations.
All on the demand that she will be all Zayne's. From her soul to every inch of her pretty skin. From her life to that unborn child's life– all shall belong to him.
Because according to him, she was his leash, his tamer, she 'should' be his.
When both of them had secretive motives behind this marriage, trusting each other or falling in love was going to be hard.
But how can they resist each other when both of them got addicted to each other?
8.2
A week before my wedding, I went to the airport parking garage to surprise my fiancé with a luxury watch.
Instead, I caught him having sex in his car with my best friend and maid of honor.
Devastated and desperate to forget, I went to an exclusive club and blew my $50,000 trust fund to buy a one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger.
But the nightmare was just beginning.
At work, my cheating best friend stole my hard-earned promotion, and my ex shamelessly defended her.
Worse, the escort I had paid for sex turned out to be the ruthless new CEO of my airline.
He tormented me on a flight to Paris. When I was robbed of my passport and wallet on the freezing streets, he forced me to be his gala date just to get my life back.
But the ultimate trap was waiting for me in New York.
A secretly taken photo of me leaving the CEO's penthouse leaked on the company forum.
"I knew she got that Paris trip for a reason."
My ex and my former best friend led the charge in the comments, framing me as a shameless gold digger who slept her way to the top.
I was stripped of my flying credentials, suspended from the job I loved, and publicly humiliated.
I didn't understand why the CEO was playing these cruel games, or who had orchestrated this perfect trap to ruin my life.
Standing outside the airport with my career in ashes, I realized crying wouldn't save me.
I wiped my tears, accepted my mother's invitation to a high-society mixer, and prepared to make everyone who set me up pay the price.
8.0
My father gave me an ultimatum: marry a man I despise or lose my entire inheritance. I chose to run, boarding a private jet with no intention of looking back.
But his reach is absolute. The phone buzzed before we even left New York airspace.
"Send me a picture with Sterling now," his voice barked, "or I'm calling your pilot to turn that jet around."
I faked the photo and fled to Las Vegas, my last resort. My mission was simple: find my father's illegitimate son, the one secret that could break his hold over me.
My only lead was a grainy picture of a ruthless fixer, a man who cleaned up my father's messes. I found him in a desolate diner, a giant of a man surrounded by a wall of guards.
I gambled everything on a single coin toss for the information I needed. He saw right through my desperate bluff.
He leaned in close, his voice a low, gravelly rasp.
"In my city, the house always wins."
I was left standing there, humiliated and defeated. But as he turned to leave, he glanced over his shoulder.
"But you're lucky. Today, I'm just curious what Howard Bright's daughter is doing so far from home."
He had seen me not as a threat, but as a curiosity. I had lost the battle, but I wasn't done yet. I was no longer running. I was hunting.
9.0
For three years, I wasn't a foster child. I was a living, breathing cure.
Hidden away in the attic of the Thomas mansion, my sole purpose was to keep their precious daughter alive. Every week, they drained my blood to treat her rare disease, leaving me anemic, scarred, and invisible. I was the "walking blood bag" from the wrong side of the tracks-a stray they'd reluctantly taken in.
The day Katharina was finally cured, I overheard the truth. "That walking blood bag has served her purpose," the grandmother hissed. "We are done with her."
They threw me out into a freezing rainstorm, tossing a crumpled check at my feet like a tip for a beggar. Payment, they said, for the years I'd "leeched" off their family. Payment for the six thousand milliliters of blood they'd stolen, for the chronic anemia, for the scars.
I shredded their charity in front of their faces and walked into the storm.
They laughed, screaming that I'd be back, that I'd be begging on the streets by morning. But as I stood alone on that dark road, my world shifted. A sleek, black Rolls-Royce pulled up in silence. The door opened, and my real family stepped out.
I wasn't a stray from the slums. I was their lost heiress. And the Thomases are about to learn that the girl they bled dry is now the one holding all the power.
7.8
I was forty-eight hours into my shift, smelling of stale sweat and clutching a red-stamped bill for my mother's life support. As a scholarship intern, I was a ghost in the hospital, working myself to the bone just to keep her ventilator humming.
Then Dr. Thorne shoved a metal clipboard into my chest and ordered me to perform a surgical prep on a VIP patient for a circumcision. But the moment the cold betadine touched the man's skin, he lunged at me like a predator, his hand crushing my wrist until the bone nearly snapped.
"I'm here for a kidney stone. What kind of incompetent butcher shop is this?"
He wasn't a patient; he was Conrad Marks, a lethal billionaire, and Thorne had intentionally set me up to assault him. Within minutes, a five-million-dollar lawsuit was filed, and the Dean ordered security to shred my license and throw me out of the building.
My phone buzzed with a final notice: the facility was stopping my mother's meds at midnight because my payment had failed. I was a doctor who had just been framed and a daughter about to watch her mother die.
I didn't understand why Thorne would ruin me so casually, but with my mother's life on the line, I had nothing left to lose.
I slipped past the guards and back into the billionaire's suite with a set of silver needles and a desperate bargain. I stopped his agony in seconds, and when he looked at me with those cold, lethal eyes, I offered a trade: I would be the fake girlfriend his family demanded if he would save my mother and bury the lawsuit.
"Deal," he said, his grip on my waist tightening with dark possession.
I signed the contract, realizing I hadn't just saved my career-I had sold my soul to the most dangerous man in New York.
7.4
Cadence, a modern botanist, woke up to a glaring sun and massive, alien purple leaves blocking the sky. She was stranded in a terrifying, primal world.
Before she could process the metallic smell of blood in the air, a white tiger the size of an SUV crushed a giant boar's neck right in front of her. The beast locked its piercing blue eyes on her hiding spot. But instead of tearing her throat out, a blinding flash of silver light erupted, and the monster transformed into a towering, heavily scarred naked man.
He was Harlan, a shifter who immediately claimed her as his mate under tribal law. Dragged back to his primitive village, Cadence faced a brutal reality. Unbonded females were targets, and she was expected to take multiple mates just to survive. The tribal women mocked her fragile frame, calling her useless. To make matters worse, her foreign scent attracted a rogue serpent-shifter who violently ambushed her in the river.
The icy shock of the serpent's attack plunged Cadence into a deadly, burning fever. The tribe's Shaman tried his healing magic, only to shake his head and abandon her.
"She lacks primal fortitude. She will rely entirely on her own weak vitality. I can do nothing."
As Harlan held her shivering body in despair, Cadence felt a deep sense of desperate injustice. Was she really going to die in a filthy stone hut in an unknown universe, killed by a simple cold?
No. She remembered her grandfather's strict survival lessons. Forcing her heavy eyes open, she grabbed her terrified tiger mate's hand. She didn't need their failing magic; she had science.
"I need specific plants to live. I need white willow bark. And a spicy, ginger-like root."
She rasped, preparing to show this savage world the true power of a modern survivor.