Forbidden Nights With My Best Friend’s Father

I gripped the table as his cock pressed against my entrance.

“Please…” I moaned, arching my back.

He leaned in, lips brushing my earlobe. “Beg me to fuck your pussy until you can’t walk.”

“Please…Mr Hayes!“

He didn’t wait.

Christian thrust in deep, almost hitting my womb.

“Shit… yes. Fuck me harder.”

He slowed. “That’s not what you call me when you’re begging like this.”

My pussy clenched around him, hating how much I loved the correction.

“What should I call you then?”

His next thrust was hard. I gasped.

“It’s Daddy to you, Liv.”

“Daddy?” I slurred. “But… that’s what Jenna calls you.”

His grip on my waist tightened.

“She isn't the only one allowed to, so whenever I'm fucking this pussy you call me Daddy. Understood?!”

“Fu..fuckk yes daddyy”

Lord forgive me.

I wasn't drowning in sin anymore.

I was choosing it.

~~~

Olivia Bennett always dreamed of a Christmas wedding.

After seven years, her boyfriend finally proposes—and what could be a better wedding date than Christmas Day?

Everything perfect… until she catches him cheating with his secretary, just NINETY days before “I do.”

Heartbroken, Olivia accepts her best friend’s offer of an all-expenses-paid holiday getaway. But one vulnerable night, fueled by heartbreak and alcohol, pulls her into the arms of a man she should never have touched…

Christian Hayes.

Her best friend’s Billionaire father.

What should’ve been a single mistake becomes something she can’t forget, escalating to a forbidden affair.

But all that comes crashing down when Jenna, her bestfriend discovers their engagement and vows to destroy it, Olivia must decide if loving Christian is worth the cost. As Christmas approaches only Jenna can give them her blessing or destroy their chance at happiness.

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Olivia

Who says buying lingerie by yourself, ninety days to your wedding day is bad luck?

Because I was doing the opposite.

I have heard from countless ladies how their lingeries was mostly brought as a gift from the bride's best friend, cousin, or sister, but of course.

My best friend, Jenna, who couldn't make it for my engagement party, decided to do something crazy and new.

She paid for the lingerie and chose the specific colour she wanted for me!

Isn't that crazy?

And here I was, standing in front of the lingerie display, my fingers grazing the satin and lace like they were something magical.

My reflection stared back at me from the tall mirror opposite the aisle, eyes too bright, cheeks warm, lips curved in a smile I hadn't been able to suppress since the morning Jenna invaded my sleep.

Ninety days! Just ninety days to Christmas and ninety days to my wedding day!

To some people, it was still far, but to me that has been waiting seven years to walk down that aisle, it was closer than ever.

I reached for the red set again.

It wasn't something I had ever imagined myself wearing. Red felt bold. Confidence. Dangerous, even. I had always been soft colours girlie—