Yours To Ruin, Daddy (18+)

Yours To Ruin, Daddy 

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 Chapter 01 

 Gina's POV 

 A pleasurable sigh leaked softly out of my lips, his gaze trapping me still under his fervent dominance. Our skin dampened with passion, rubbing on each other while his face nestled at my neck to feather soft wet kisses over the layer of my skin. 

I thrust myself forward, a slave to his touches as it peaked all over my body, burning hot and cold in a blurred parallel. 

I wanted more of him, I crave him all over, I desire him more than I should. It was too much, I needed him every day, missed him every second, and he was the shadow that plagued my thought every minutes. My soul yearned for every inch of him. 

He owned my thoughts, operated deep inside my mind, the numb in my head. He meant something words cannot quite convey. 

My core clenched, yearning for his sensual grasp as his finger trailed softly on my skin. 

"Gina, you're not eating your food!" A voice jerked into the silence. 

It was my father's, abruptly snapping me out of my fantasy. My eyes slowly trailed off his best friend that sat beside him across the table, cussing inwardly at my dad for his sudden interjection. 

"Ah yes, dinner!" I glanced down at the bowl containing my meal, stabbing softly at the poor meatballs with my cutlery as I have grown out of the appetite for it consumption. 

My gaze lifted, peering back to where it once lay before. On the sinful sight of my father's best friend. 

Even in the most casual fit, he managed to look the most tempting. Was it his physical appearance? Or just his overall presence. He was what my head had dimmed a simple perfection. 

"Gina, is there something on Frank's face?" The familiar voice of my father once again interrupted. 

And so I pushed out of my seat before I'd let my father whisk at the idea that his daughter was infatuated with his best friend. 

It's just so hard to control myself around him, he's too hot. From the thick, dark and stylishly messy hair, to those strong jawlines, prominent cheekbones, and his slightly weathered complexion. 

He also has a stubble, well trimmed, neatly groomed, and perfectly imperfect. Gosh this man was a fucking sight to behold. 

I've wanted to fuck him ever the since the first time I laid my eyes on him. It wasn't my fault, I blame him for looking as good as he looks.

"Gina," the man's baritone sounded like a rumble, one that instantly shot sparks at my body. "Are you okay?" 

My eyes snapped close, and my inner muscles clenched for control. I couldn't afford to falter a reaction while my dad is present. 

Yet my core draped, and I could only nod my head positively unable to give a verbal response. I squeezed my thigh together as I struggled out of the scene and ran up to my room. 

Once I stepped into my private confinement, I jumped onto my bed, barely able to hold on to myself. 

It felt like a damn siren alarming the world to the fact that I'm so turned on right now and could use a release. 

My legs parted as I yanked off the soaked panties covering my entrance. Another of my hand reached over to pull at my drawer and retrieve the rose toy I had kept in there. 

My mind went back to when he called my name. That deep voice, so hot and so rich. 

I pressed softly at my already sensitive entrance before I shoved in the toy, lids shut closed as my head threw back in delight. I let the picture slowly crawled into the isles of vision. 

It was him positioned at my entrance rather the toy at hand, it was him who shoved into me hard and restless, fast and steady, like I was the sweetest thing he'd ever had. 

I bit my lips as a moan bellowed, soft and tiny. "Yes, Frank. Just like that," I found myself muttered out of a course in my dream. 

Just like I've always wanted, like I've always imagined. Him slamming into me repeatedly, his rigid frame caging me to the mercy of his thrusts. 

Moans after moans wrecked out of my guts. I pictured him switching our positions, taking me in every way that he could, non-stopping. Ferocious, like a predator would munch on its prey upon contact. 

I squeezed at my breast. The image of his large palm gripping at my bosom, savage like he craved for it the same way I longed for him. He gave it a hard squeeze, as though he couldn't get enough of the contact. 

He'd pinch at my rock-hard nipples before his head would lower to suck on it. 

"Fuckkkkk. Yes, just like that Frank."

He'd grab my neck so my moans could come out throaty and less smooth. He'd thrust continuously into me, hitting the spot with the most nerve. 

"I'm gonna cum. Fuck." I could feel his dick hit raw and more at my deepest sensation. 

"Oh Gawd, Frank." My ecstasy grew beyond the pale point my body could contain as an orgasm ripped through me, wild and like a torrent. 

Pleasure washed over my system in waves as my thrown head angled forward. My nostrils flared while my breathing turned ragged. 

"I've always knew you'd be the man to fuck me to heavens, Frank." The door opened on my comment and the mess I've made of myself on my bed. 

I looked at the doorway, shocked at the figure that stood paused at the entrance as his gaze quietly surveyed the scene in front of him. 

I was still laid on my bed with my legs wide apart, and a rose toy hanging close to my pussy, the gown I had on rolled up. 

I watched a smirk grew on his lips. "Tell me. How many times have I fucked you to heavens in your wild little imaginations, Gina?" That deep voice of his questioned calmly as he stepped fully into the room. 

Holy fuck he heard me. He fucking heard what I said?!