Page 2 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

“What. Are. You. Doing. Here?”

Heart pounding against my rib cage, I crossed my arms over my chest and grinded my thighs together. Was it bad that I kinda, sortalikedthe tone of his voice? The demanding, dominant playboy that he had always been?

“Nothing,” I found myself saying before I could stop.

A look of confusion washed over his face, and then finally, his eyes turned a shade darker. “Don’t tell me that you’re the woman I’ve been speaking with online.”

Instead of saying anything, I pursed my lips together and shifted from foot to foot in the middle of the doorway. He stepped closer to me and wrapped one large hand around the front of my throat, forcing me to look up at him.

“You will answer me, Heather.”

“And if I don’t?”

I didn’t knowwhatI was getting myself into, but it seemed like I couldn’t stop. I had come here for a reason, and I planned to go along with it. I wasn’t backing away. I had waitedso longto lose my virginity and couldn’t wait any longer. All my friends always talked about how good it felt, and my vibrator wasn’t doing it for me anymore.

Hector chuckled darkly and shook his head. “Fuck, I’m going to get myself into so much shit because of you.”

Instead of pushing me away and telling me to get lost, he pulled me into the room, shut the door behind me, and then pressed my chest flush against it. I inhaled sharply, the feel of his dick against my ass making me hot in all the right places.

“You shouldn’t be in a club like this,” he said.

“Well, you shouldn’t take peeks at me every chance you get,” I said, again letting whatever the hell slip out of my mouth. But it was true. These past few weeks, I had caught him looking at me more than once during dinner with my father.

It wasn’t one of those innocent looks either.

He tensed behind me, fingers strumming against the column of my throat. “Your father can never know.”

CHAPTERTWO

HEATHER

Hector growled into my ear,his hand still around the front of my throat, “Do you understand me?”

My breath hitched. “What happens if I tell him?”

Instead of answering me, he pulled me off the door and thrust me against the large black bed in the center of the room. I landed on the mattress on my back, nipples pressing hard against my lacy bra.

“Take off your clothes,” he said, pulling off his belt and stalking toward me.

Eyes widening slightly, I pressed my thighs together.

This was it. Tonight, I would lose my virginity to my father’s best friend.

“Take them off,” he said, voice harsher. “Now.”

Hurriedly, I pulled off my shirt and shimmied out of my skirt until I sat in nothing but a skimpy lingerie set. For years, I had been aching for him to touch me. I had snuck longing glances at him one too many times.

After letting his shirt fall off his shoulders, he walked over to me and pushed me back onto the bed. He pulled off his pants, then his briefs, letting his hard cock hang between his legs. I sucked in a sharp breath.

Before I knew it, he had me lying back on the bed with his fingers buried between my legs. “You can breathe when you come,” he growled into my ear, one hand over my mouth and nose and the other rubbing and smacking my clit. I whimpered into his hand, my legs trembling. “Don’t take your fucking eyes off me.”

I stared up at him, my breathing restricted and the pressure building quickly in my pussy. Warmth spread around my core, my skin becoming hot and needy. I spread my legs as wide as they could go to let him touch more of me.

“You’re a needy little cumslut, aren’t you?”

I nodded.

“Say it,” he growled, still holding his hand over my mouth.

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