All Chapters of Fallen for Daddy's Friend: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Julian caresses my ass, rubbing his lips against my shoulder from behind, leaving wet trails as his tongue slides down to the nape of my neck. He pushes my hair forward, exposing my neck and the loose collar of the shirt that belongs to him.I move my hips anxiously, trying to relieve the throbbing anxiety in the middle of my legs. Even biting my lips not to make a sound, I can’t help the pleasurable grunts that reverberate through my tight throat. I lower my head, leaning on the counter, pulling my ass up, inviting him to bury himself where I want him most... And when the tip of his cock pushes a little further into my entrance, my lips part in a hoarse moan. This anticipation is making me lose my mind, and all I want most is to feel him all the way in.Finally, as if he’s tired of holding back, Julian thrusts slowly, making my pussy widen to receive him as I gradually adjust to his size. He keeps pushing his hips forward, burying his entire length in a torturous slowness

“Are you all right, sweetheart?” Daddy asks me quietly from the other side of the kitchen island, looking at me with concern. I’m almost leaning over the counter, my mouth feeling dry. “Would you like some water?”I look at him in surprise and nod, watching while he quickly hands me a glass of ice water. But even as I take small and slow sips, I’m still aware of the conversation unfolding around me.“I’m flattered that you’ve made room in your schedule to meet with your friends... what’s changed?” Kevin asks with a certain sarcasm, which catches my eye.Julian shrugs his shoulders and puts his hand on the back of his neck, massaging out some tension, “Not everyone has as much free time as you, Kevin. I heard you sold your company.”Kevin raises his hands, not too worried, “I’m retired from the hard work.”“Don’t you think you’re too young to retire? You’re what, 37?”“Thirty-five, actually.” Kevin corrects, although he doesn’t seem to mind the mistake. “But, well,

I knew things wouldn’t be easy, but I didn’t think it would be so hard. This definitely isn’t the way I’d like to have this talk... how I want Mike to find out... But things don’t always go as we expect or planned.“How long has it been?” Mike runs his hand over his face, through his hair, impatient. Faced with my silence, he raises his voice, furious, “How long have you been having sex with my daughter?”“It’s been a while,” I say, sighing, standing up now that my legs are firm enough to support me. “Before you got back from your trip.”Mike looks at me with anger and shakes his head, opening a beer. His broad back seems really far away at the moment. “Of course, I should have known. I’m an idiot. I didn’t want to see it even if you were rubbing it in my face.”I feel my throat tighten.“That was you in the bathroom, wasn’t it?” He downs his beer in several gulps, still with his back to me. “You were having sex with my daughter while I was on the other side, and

Nova York — Seven years before. New York is truly incredible, just as Mom described it. The one time she came here was enough to mark her memory. I never understood why she was so fond of this city, but I have come to understand. The letter she left me, the one in my hands, tells everything she went through, how she searched for my father and his family tried to buy her silence... And how, even so, she traveled to New York only to find out about his recent engagement, with a baby in her belly, the fruit of a fling between young people with different burdens.And even though I’ve read it so many times, seeing the words in this perfect handwriting still makes me cry,  [...] Maybe the two of us didn’t mean anything, but he gave me you, my angel. And I accepted his family’s proposal because it seemed like the best thing to do. He could get on with his life and the family he would build with that other girl, and I could get on with mine, just the two of u

Elisa and I met during the darkest period of my life. And she seemed like a light that brought warmth back to my body... It was a single night that changed my whole life... a memory I cherish, even though it reminds me of my powerlessness, of how I was a puppet in my parents’ hands.We talked about the past, about our pain. Elisa understood me; she also had lost the people she loved most. A lonely soul, but one who had learned to live in solitude, and her fire of life brought warmth to my body, to my soul.Elisa gave me everything I could ever want without me even dreaming of it. But my life wasn’t mine. Everything I was, had, and should be belonged to my family, to their whims. It was always my father’s absolute decree, my mother’s narcissism. What matters is the power obtained by influence, by the old money that moves this world. Everything perfectly aligned with the gears of society, just as my family wanted — an old family, old customs, and suffocating traditions t