Tempting My Best Friend's Alpha Father

WARNING! SMUT! SMUT!! SMUT!!

“Open your fucking legs wider, bitch, and stop pretending this isn't what you have always wanted.”

I flinch at the boom of his voice and do as he says.

He drives in three fingers into my pussy as he pounds my ass and all I can do is moan and take it.

“Take it, you filthy fucking slut,” he says, pounding harder into me. “This is what you want right? To be a filthy fucking slut. If this is what you want, you can fucking take it.”

And I can feel his cock hitting my guts.

*****

I am Holly Winterbourne. I am a young girl with a secret forbidden crush on her best friend's father. I shouldn't want him. I shouldn't even think of his touch on my body and most importantly, I shouldn't be FUCKING him.

But fate brings us together during the holidays and I realize I can't resist my best friend's father, no matter how hard I try.

A CRUSH ON MY BEST FRIEND'S DAD

~HOLLY~

My phone buzzes, I lazily stretch my hand to pick up the phone from where it's laying on my bed.

It's a message notification from Troy, my boyfriend. I open the message and instantly, my stomach sink.

“Hey. I think we should break up. Things are not working between us, and I can't force it anymore. I hope you understand. And I'm sorry for breaking up with you four days before Christmas. I know how you're looking forward to spending the Christmas with me. I'm sorry about that.”

I stare at the screen for a solid ten seconds before letting out a soft, humorless laugh. Figures.

I had seen it coming. Not because I was psychic, but because deep down, I had known he was never going to be the one, and I hadn't given my best in the relationship. It's only a matter of time before he got tired of me.

He was easy, familiar, and available—but he lacked the spark that made my heart race every time my best friend’s dad walked into a room.

Sliding onto the edge of my bed, I toss the phone beside me and bury my face in my hands.

“Good. Finally, honesty,” I mutter under my breath.

My reflection in the mirror caught my eye. My cheeks are flushed, a little from irritation, a little from embarrassment.

I give myself a wry smile. Troy wasn’t what I wanted anyway. I hadn’t needed him to break my heart—I had always known he was just… filler. A substitute for the real thing.

Consoling myself, I whispered, “It’s fine. I didn’t need him anyway. I’ve always known… I’ve always wanted him.”

My fingers itched with the memory of my best friend’s dad. The one person I can't have, no matter how badly I want him.

And so I had settled, like I always did. Settled for someone who was convenient, someone safe.

And now, he has broken up with me some