Irresistible Temptation with My Dad’s Best Friend

Bianca’s pov “Go down on your knees.” The rough command sent a shiver through me. Part of me wanted to resist, but my body moved before my mind could catch up. The carpet cooled my skin as I lowered myself, my breath already quickening as his towel slipped away. His voice carried no hesitation, rough and demanding, and my body responded before my mind could reason clearly. My lips parted on their own. His d**k was thick, heavy, and the sight alone made my pulse race. Heat pooled low inside me until it felt impossible to breathe. “Take my big daddy,” he ordered. “Use your both hands.” Both my hands wrapped around d**k, unable to meet in the middle. He burned against my palms, rigid and alive. My chest rose and fell in sharp breaths, the damp fabric of my dress clinging to me, my n*****s aching against the thin material. I licked my lips without thought, consumed by need. “Open your mouth,” he pressed, impatience cutting through his tone. Shadows filled the dim room as I obeyed, parting my lips. My tongue brushed his tip, and the raw sound he made sent a flood of desire through me. My body trembled, aching for more. But then, like a cruel tide, the memory surged back. The betrayal. The moment that had ripped me open only hours before. ********* Only a short while ago, I had pushed open Silas’s bedroom door, never expecting the sight that met me. My world shattered in an instant. He lay sprawled on the bed, another girl straddling his hips, her nails dragging down his skin while he held her tight, lost in her body. My voice broke. “What… what is this?” He did not even look guilty. He did not cover himself or scramble for excuses. He shoved her aside like she was disposable and sat up, glaring at me as though I was the one who had done wrong. “You should have knocked, Bianca.” Tears blurred my eyes. “You are sleeping with her? You are cheating on me?” He smirked, actually smirked. “Cheating? Do not act surprised. You never gave me anything. You are cold. Every time I touched you, you just lay there like stone. Dry as sand.” The girl laughed from under the sheets, and my chest squeezed until breathing felt impossible. “I… I tried, Silas,” I said, my voice breaking apart. He laughed again, harsh and careless. “Tried? Look at her. She melts the moment I touch her. You? You are empty. Nothing. Maybe you should wear a habit and live in a convent. You would make a better nun than a lover.” “Please… stop,” I begged, my knees too weak to hold me. He leaned closer, eyes hard. “You will never satisfy a man, Bianca. You are broken. Frigid. A dead weight in bed.” ************* I was on my knees in front of a man I hardly knew, my lips stretched around him, my tongue gliding over his hard length. My body trembled with sensations I had never experienced, each movement building heat inside me until the need felt unbearable. The deeper I took him, the wetter I grew. "Such a tight little mouth," he muttered, voice rough as he pressed me down further. I could not manage all of him, uncertain if I ever could, but his hand tangled in my hair, dragging me back just slightly, his grip leaving no room to resist. "How can your mouth be this small?" His tone carried both irritation and amusement, and the strange mix sent a rush through me. Before I could answer, he pushed me back onto him, heavy and hard in my hands. My fingers curled around him on instinct, and my tongue teased the swollen head, tasting him, searching for the places that made him groan. Every touch, every order, made the fire inside me spread faster. "Yes... deeper. Lick it, suck it... you want this," he growled. His demanding voice sent a shiver straight to my core. I could not pretend otherwise, I wanted him. The taste, the weight, the way his c**k filled my mouth left me aching in ways I had never known. My tongue trailed along the thick vein, and a soft moan escaped before I could hold it back. "You like it, do you not?" he said, his tone edged with dominance and satisfaction. "So sweet, but starving for more... perfect." His fingers tightened in my hair as he commanded, "Play with my balls. Now." I obeyed, sliding my hand lower, cupping him with my palm. The heat throbbed against my skin, and his deep groan told me exactly how much he enjoyed it. My lips returned to his tip, my tongue circling the sensitive head before I opened wider, desperate to take more. But he was too big, too much, and frustration clawed at me. His hand yanked me back, the sting in my scalp forcing a gasp, yet instead of pushing him away, my body gave in, burning with need. My p***y throbbed, soaked and aching for release. It was not that I did not want this, I had always longed to be touched, to feel this alive. Just not with Silas. Not with the man who once made me believe I was broken. He stood suddenly, the towel falling to the floor. For a moment he looked like something sculpted out of hunger itself, his c**k slick with my spit only inches from my mouth. "I want to ruin that pretty mouth," he growled. "But you will beg me first." My thoughts scrambled, my lips parting though no words came, while my body already knew what it wanted. "I... I..." "Beg," he ordered, tapping his c**k against my cheek. The sting startled me, and a needy moan slipped out before I could stop it. He did it again, heavier against my skin, and the plea tumbled out. "Please... use me again." "That is all?" he taunted, his voice low and mocking. "Say it properly. Who do you want to f**k your mouth, slut?" My mind went blank, but the answer came from somewhere raw, deeper than thought. "I... I want your c**k in my mouth." A low growl rumbled from his chest. "Good girl. Daddy’s toy." The words spilling from his mouth were raw and sinful, yet to my surprise I loved the way they made me feel. A shiver coursed through me, and before I had time to think, he was sliding back between my lips, pushing deeper, filling me until my throat ached. Pleasure surged through me, my whole body trembling as heat pooled low inside me. My panties clung damp against my skin, the chill I used to carry replaced with a burning hunger that refused to fade. "Is your p***y this tight too?" he groaned, pulling back only to thrust into me again, deeper this time. My eyes fluttered shut as I gripped his thighs for balance, surrendering to his pace. He was relentless, forcing me to take more than I believed I could handle, and yet I wanted every bit of it. "Relax, baby. Your mouth is too tight. Open up for me." His voice, rough but coaxing, sent a rush of need tearing through me. Being used like this, treated as his plaything, stirred something inside me I had never dared to admit, something I had secretly longed for all along. But the creak of a door swinging open snapped the moment in half. My heart slammed against my ribs as I jerked back, wiping my mouth in a panic. He grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his waist in an instant, his eyes darting toward the doorway. "We will continue this later," he muttered, his voice low and commanding. I rose quickly, the sudden awareness of his size hitting me. I was not exactly small, but standing before him, he towered easily over six feet, his presence overwhelming. "Bianca?" My mother’s voice carried across the room as the living room lights flicked on. "Yes, Mom," I answered too quickly, forcing a smile while I tucked damp strands of hair behind my ears, praying I looked calm, praying she noticed nothing. "Bianca?" the man repeated, his expression shifting as he stared at me. "You are Bianca?" My thoughts scattered. I could not form an answer. The way my mother looked at him, warm, almost familiar, made it clear she knew him. But who exactly was he? "Yes, this is Bianca, my daughter," my mother said cheerfully, her smile steady as if everything were perfectly ordinary. "It seems the two of you have already met." "Damn," he muttered under his breath. "Is something wrong? I am sorry I came late to collect what you asked for. Did she upset you?" my mother asked, glancing between us with concern. "No, not at all," he replied quickly, his tone softening as if to ease her worry. "That is good," she sighed with relief. "Bianca, this is Mr. Ronald. He was one of your father’s close friends and has been there for us since your father passed. This is no longer our apartment. Mr. Ronald moved us into the house across the street. I am sorry I did not tell you sooner. I just did not want to distract you with everything going on at school." She gestured around the room. "He actually owns all of these houses." My chest tightened, my eyes widening as the truth settled in. Mr. Ronald. The same man who had just been inside my mouth. The same man who had spoken to me in a way that left my body burning. He was my late father’s friend? What had I done? Fear crashed into me, and before I could think, I bolted out of the house. My mother hurried after me, calling my name, completely unaware of what she had walked in on, unaware of what he and I had been doing. Would he see me now as nothing more than a foolish girl? Or worse… would he expect me to let it happen again?