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[R18+] Shameless With My Father's Mafia Best Friend
Lessybri · Ongoing · 72.5k Words
Introduction
"Careful little flower, you don't want to sleep with an aching pussy do you??"
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Lilliana Barnette is your typical timid teenage girl who finds herself falling more and more in love with the handsome Damon Michaelson....her father's bestfriend, a man much older than her and one she's to refer to as her uncle.
Damon Arnold Michaelson, a multi-billionare business tycoon, bachelor in his prime known for his irresistible charm amongst the ladies. He finds himself falling for his neice Lilliana, but.....being his bestfriend's daughter meant she was forbidden to him but his desire for her only grew with each passing day....even when he was being intimate with other women, she took over all of his thoughts without even trying. He knew he had to keep his distance from her but instead, found himself wanting to touch her every chance he got....his mind wanted to own his bestfriend's daughter in ways no one had ever done not even her boyfriend, and all the while she innocently kept thinking he's not affected by her or her body unaware of his filthy need to claim her as his for everyone to see.
Everything changes when his said bestfriend has to leave the city for a business trip, entrusting him with the responsibility of taking care of his only daughter.
Now leaving under the same roof the two find themselves in a love/lust infested dilemma, with each passing day it got even harder for them to conceal their feelings for each other....though they tried at first and eventually their forbidden desire wins....they start meeting up secretly as often as possible, away from prying eyes....most importantly away from Lilliana's father's eyes.
Chapter 1
"Please don't stop," she moaned, tugging at her restraints. The two cold metal rings dug into the soft skin around her wrists. The man laying shirtless between her wide open legs chuckled softly at her futile attempts to free herself. Hooking both of his inked arms around her milky thighs and forcing her body back down on the soft mattress before going back to abusing her core with his warm mouth.
Teasingly flicking his wet tongue around her nub before harshly sucking it in his mouth.
Her toes curled and her hips jerked up into his mouth at the pleasant pain just as he rolled his tongue soothingly around her swollen nub before repeating the action.
"Daddy please" the girl cried, unable to stand the pleasurable torture anymore. The man had been doing this for quite some time now without letting her cum, just teasing her to the brink and stopping just when she was about ready to disobey him.
"Patience little flower" he mumbled into her core, the vibrations of his every word resonating on the girl's sensitive button. With her legs hiked up on either side of the man's head, she did the opposite of what she was told and impatiently grinded her core on his mouth chasing after her release. She was close ...too close but the man didn't seem to notice or even care.
"please" a whimper escaped her pink swollen lips when he suddenly stopped her hips, wrapping his hand across her stomach and once again forced her body flat on the mattress.
He looked up from between her thighs and gave her a warning glare "careful little flower, you don't want to sleep with an aching pussy do you??"
Her eyes widened at the possibility and head moved frantically from side to side to indicate her reluctance. Her teeth painfully clenched around her lower lip as she tried to remain still, which proved hard to do with his warm breath fanning over her wet folds. Satisfied with her reaction, the man let go of one of her thighs and sucked two of his fingers in his mouth all the while maintaining eye contact with the girl. Her vaginal walls clenched, anticipating the pleasure and a sultry mewl escaped her lips at the sight. It wasn't everyday that she got to see a man suck on his fingers in such an exotic manner.
He chuckled softly bringing his now wet fingers down on her core and put pressure on her overly stimulated nub. "Don't cum" he growled, adding more pressure. His authoritative tone forcing the girl to obey and be at his mercy. She closed her eyes and bit her lip harder once again trying not to move while simultaneously scrambling her brain for things to think of other than the amazing feeling between her thighs.
His fingers glided down her lower lips to her desperate hole and drew slow circles around her opening "daddy.." she moaned, feeling more of her wetness drip out of her core coating the man's fingers. He groaned aroused by the sight and pressed his fingers inside but not the whole way in, he was still teasing the poor needy thing. Her chest rose and fell as she felt herself get closer at the slight intrusion, to the man's delight. He chuckled, pulling his fingers out and bringing them up to her mouth.
He rubbed them on her lower lip, coating the pink flesh with her wetness. The girl greedily opened her mouth to welcome them and moaned at the taste, rolling her tongue around them like she would his manhood. He groaned, feeling himself get even more aroused by the action and pulled them out before smashing his lips on hers for a hungry lip bruising kiss, and moved his hand back down between their burning bodies to her aching core.
She gasped into his lips when he ...without any warning, shoved his fingers inside her opening and moved them around searching for her g-spot before grinding on it "Oh fuck" she moaned, breaking the kiss to look him in the eyes with hers silently begging him to make her cum. He got up and placed his free hand on her lower stomach to keep her in place before quickening his fingers. Her vision blurred at the intense pleasure, her insides contracting around his thick long fingers, warning him of her upcoming orgasm.
"Daddy please..." she begged, one more time with a shaky breath as her thighs began to shake. He looked down at her face as it contorted in pleasure, his dark eyes dilating in lust as he watched her writhing bare in his arms. He brought his thumb down to join in on the assault on her core and rubbed on her nub.
"Cum" the impatient girl didn't need to hear that twice. Her hips lifted up from the bed as she did as she was told, screaming his name and cutting the last string of control the man was clinging on to. He quickly unbuckled his pants with one hand while the other continued its abuse on her over stimulated nub and with one swift move of his hips thrusted his manhood inside her without letting her calm down.
"Oh my God" her head tilted back when his thickness brushed up against her sensitive spot pushing her deeper into the dark pool of lust. He grabbed both her legs and pushed them up. Wearing them around his neck like a necklace to get more access to her core before slamming his manhood balls deeper in her dripping greedy hole. Her eyes rolled back into their sockets at the dizzying pleasure and her head fell back on the pillow in bliss as he moved in and out of her, massaging her wet walls with his rod.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!
The illusive dream faded, Liliana's eyes snapped open at the loud hurried banging on her bedroom door and looked around. She sighed in disappointment when she realised she was still in her room… alone and fully clothed with the man gone. It was one of those mornings again when she'd wake up wet and bothered, covered in sweat from a wet dream about a man she knew she couldn't have.
"Lilliana you're going to be late for school" her father said from outside her door, she groaned rolling out of bed and slouched to her bedroom door while putting on her nightgown. Leave it to her father to ruin a good dream. She took a couple of deep breaths in to calm down before opening the door and raised an eyebrow at the man. He was twenty-five years her senior but he was still in great shape, he exercised regularly and dressed to impress… even had tattoos from his teenage years.
Scowling at his daughter, he reached out his hand to touch her forehead and check her temperature level. Her face was a little pale making him think she was sick.
"Are you okay princess?? You seem a little flushed and hot??" he asked worried, Lilliana rolled her eyes moving his hand away from her face and assured him.
"I'm fine dad, I just woke up but thanks for the compliment" he nodded, still worried but didn't pry further.
"I made you breakfast, get ready for school …I'm leaving"
"Thanks dad" he kissed her forehead before walking away. The girl slammed the door shut and walked back to her bed. Taking off her nightgown, she snaked back under the covers and checked her phone to see how many hours she still had of sleep before it was time to get ready for school. The time on the screen read 05:30 making her sigh in delight, school didn't start until 08:30 giving her an hour and a half to catch up with her dreams. She buried her head back in the cotton pillow and closed her eyes, quickly falling back to sleep.
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