Sinful Addiction

DIANE

HOLY SHIT! My father's best friend had his face buried in between my legs.

I threw my head back against the headrest, fisting his hair in my palms but it only urged him to go faster.

His breath was warm against my clit and just when I thought I couldn't get enough, he hummed, the vibration sending intense waves of pleasure through me.

"Oh my God," this was so wrong yet my body betrayed me, leaning closer into his touch.

I felt the feeling build up within me and just when I got at the edge of my release, a loud ringing jolted me up.

My eyes snapped open as the annoying sound of my alarm persisted.

The rays of the sunlight peeping in through the window came first, illuminating the room. I tried to calm my breathing down.

"Not again!" I groaned, burying my face into the pillow. These same dreams had tormented my nights for the past four years.

His arms around me, his tongue dragging me to ecstacy beyond my imagination. This was forbidden and I knew it deep within my soul.

He was my father's best friend and like a second father to me, never missing any of my school games back in high-school and being so caring and protective about me so why the hell did I keep thinking of him this way.

He was the reason I left New York to Paris for college. It started off as a fatherly attraction for me but I didn't know when it became something more. Something dangerous. Something off limits.

I thought I could suppress whatever it was going on with me but for the past four years, I'd failed terribly at that.

I pulled off the duvet that covered the lower part of my body, swinging my legs off the bed. The ache in between my legs were too much and too intense to ignore.

I dismissed the alarm on the bedside table and headed into the bathroom. I caught my reflection in the mirror, my blonde hair was disheveled, the bangs almost covering my eyes.

Mascara was smudged on my eyelids with lipstick smeared across my cheeks. I looked like I was run over by a truck.

Well that's what I get from partying all night with my friends. Don't get me wrong, I'm not the party type but last night was an exception. It was the last party after our final exams and truth be told, Isabella, my friend practically had to drag my ass out of my room amidst all my protests.

Was I glad to be done with college? Hell yes! It was a really fun ride but I'm glad it's over.

I pulled out some wipes and began cleaning the makeup from my face, trying to make myself less terrifying.

After wiping as much as I could, I turned on the faucet, bending my head as I splashed cold water on my face.

His dark hair, his well groomed beards