Triangles of dark desires (My best friend's father)

ANDREA Today, My best friend Mia was celebrating her eighteenth birthday, and the entire state was set to gather and celebrate the CEO's daughter. Being the daughter of the CEO came with certain privileges, and today’s party was going to be nothing short of grand. Dignitaries from other International bodies were invited, and, of course, the president and his family would make an appearance. The celebration wasn’t just for Mia’s birthday; her father, who had spent half of his years on earth in a faraway country, setting up businesses of different kinds and making waves in all industries, had finally returned to take over his company. According to Mia, he had come to rest, having amassed a great amount of wealth. Though I was only a few years older than Mia, I already felt worlds ahead of her. In just a short time, I’d be turning twenty, and unlike most of the girls our age, I’d grown into my body sooner. I knew how I looked. My killer curves were lethal, the kind of figure that drew eyes wherever I went. My skin was smooth and shiny under the sun, and my eyes carried a spark of confidence and naughtiness. My boobs were one of a kind, soft, big, and round, and of course, my face card never declined. What about my height? It was perfect for a nine-inch rod. My hair fell down my shoulders in dark waves, And my mind? Well, it wasn’t exactly as pure as they might have expected for someone who had only lived twenty years, it was really dirty. Today, I had every intention of making heads turn. As Mia's best friend, I had to make sure I looked my absolute best. Not only was I excited to celebrate with her, but I also knew this was a rare chance to catch some attention. I’d chosen a sleek black dress, just short enough to be enticing but still respectable, with a neckline that hinted at my figure without giving everything away. I and Mia had a lot in common, she had lost her mother at quite a tender age, which made us even When my father and I arrived at the venue, the guests were already beginning to fill the area. The sound of laughter and chatter mixed with the music playing in the background, set a lively mood. I noticed how many people were there, all impeccably dressed, mingling and exchanging pleasantries. My father, always the social one, was soon caught up in conversation. That left me free to do what I did best, watching people and enjoying the admiration of those who couldn't help but stare. "Hey Andrea", Mia called to me from a distance. "Sweetheart, you look breathtaking", I complimented, knowing fully well that I was the one supposed to get that compliment. "Thank you," she whispered, "but we both know you are a real goddess here", Mia countered, and we laughed it off. "Here is your present," I said and handed her the box. "Should I open it now?" Mia asked, obviously happy and impatient. "Nope, not here, there is a vibrator inside" I winked at her at the last statement I made. "Girl!! You naughty," Mia was still saying before she was cut off by the master of the occasion, who requested her presence on the podium. I went back to my seat to listen to her speech when something, or rather, someone, caught my eye. He was standing off to the side, talking with a group of luxurious-looking men. To be honest, he was the most sexy being I have ever seen. He had to be at least 6’2”, a height that left no room for doubt about how powerfully built he was and how huge he had to be down there. Even from a distance, I could see the sharpness in his features, a chiselled jaw, and dark, intense eyes that were perfect for slow dominating s*x; oh f**k! I exclaimed as I licked my lips. His presence alone demanded attention, and I couldn’t pull my eyes away. As he moved through the crowd, people parted, almost as if making way for someone of utmost importance, and then it hit me: I knew exactly who he was. This was Mia’s father. The man she’d talked about endlessly, though she’d never mentioned how incredibly attractive he was. For some reason, I’d pictured him differently, perhaps older. But no, this man was a god among men. His muscles filled his suit in a way that left me imagining how easily he would flip me and bend me over. “Oops,” I muttered to myself, a mischievous grin playing on my lips. “Why is her father this hot?” He finally reached the front of the gathering, took his place at the podium, and started giving his own speech. I wasn’t exactly listening to his words, my attention was elsewhere. His voice was deep and commanding, perfect for the "call my name" command. I imagined his tongue on my c******s doing the ice cream effect, and it sent shivers down my spine. His fingers curled around the megaphone, and of course, I wished those fingers were inside me, between my thighs, moving in those slow, come-and-go directions. "Naughty girl!" I said quietly as I curled my toes in pleasure. My n*****s were already hard, and for sure, I knew my clits were swollen. As he gave his speech, his eyes scanned the crowd, and for one heart-stopping moment, they met mine. I felt my cheeks heat up, and I quickly looked away, but not before noticing the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Had he noticed me staring? My heart pounded as I tried to focus on something else, anything else, but it was impossible. His voice, his eyes, and his entire presence had me captivated. I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to get close to him, to feel his hardness on my bare thighs. These thoughts made me blush, and I quickly shook them away, reminding myself that he was Mia’s father. But that didn’t stop the images from flashing through my mind. “Thank you all for coming,” he finally said, and the crowd erupted into applause. I joined in, though my hands were almost trembling, but guess what?