My Best Friend’s Father Wants me novel Chapter 10

Enora:

I rolled over and felt the empty space in the bed. My eyes flung open and everything was blurry. I rubbed my eyes and soon, everything came into sharp focus. Mr. Wright’s space on the bed was empty and warm; his clothes were no longer on the floor, and mine were folded neatly and kept on the chair.

My head spun and as I tried to move, I felt a deep throbbing pain between my thighs. I fell back down and groaned; memories of last night flooded my mind, and I felt this feeling in my stomach. I thought I would feel happy and satisfied. I just slept with the hottest boss of the century. The hottest boss who just happened to be my best friend's father.

The feeling gnawed at me stronger than ever. Did they always say that the strength of the guilt heightens after the deed is done? Post-nut clarity as some might call it.

I flopped back down on the bed and threw the covers over my head.

Argghhh! What was wrong with me? What had I just done? I just fucked Mr. Wright. Or rather, he fucked me. But that still didn’t make it any better.

I pulled the bedclothes off my face and stared at the ceiling. It was amazing though. My toes curled as I relived the feeling of his huge cock filling me up. It was overwhelming. I felt so stretched out and full, yet felt like I could never get enough. His lips; the taste of the wine from our dinner clung so strongly to him, and his tongue made it taste a thousand times better, better than anything I would get from the most expensive wine flute.

My skin sprung to life. All the lines he traced on my breasts, back, arms, and legs felt fresh and new like I could feel them right now, as if he was here, right…

“Good morning, Enora.”

“Arrgghh!”

I was so startled that I rolled off the bed and took the duvet with me. I was on the floor and looked like a badly wrapped burrito. A pair of muscular legs stood in front of me and I was scared to look up at the owner.

I felt a wet patch on the duvet and the scent of our mixed juices filled my nostrils and made me flame with colour. My tongue stuck to the back of my mouth. I had to say something.

“G…Good morning, Mr. Wright,” I mumbled weakly. I was ashamed to look up at him. I was on the floor in the most awkward position with bed clothes draped over me in the least seductive way. How unsexy could I get?

“Do you need help?”

His deep voice strummed chords in my heart and my face filled with even more colour. I guess that was my cue to get off the damn floor.

“No…Uhmmm…No…”

It was a slight struggle but I got to my feet and held the duvet over my breast and my naked body.

“...I’m…I’m alright.”

I had managed to avoid looking at him but I could still feel his eyes washing over me. Why couldn’t I just stop blushing?

“Enora…”

Before I could respond, I felt his fingers grasp my face lightly, and soon, I found myself looking up at his beautiful brown eyes. His hair was a hot mess and his skin… he smelled of steamy sex. He hadn’t had a shower yet, and frankly, I didn’t want him to. At least, not yet.

“...I think you have a beautiful body. -”

He pulled the duvet from my weak grasp and it fell to the floor around me. His eyes fed lustfully on my breasts. I saw him lick his lips. Oh God!

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