My Best Friend's Father

Brandi's POV

I scan the room; he's on the bed, my eyes move up his body slowly. His eyes are closed, the Jeans he had on earlier are tossed to the side. His cock is in his hands, and what a massive cock it is. My core heats up as he moans and starts stroking faster. The need to touch him is overwhelming, but I stay planted where I am, watching him pleasure himself. My nipples harden while my core is throbbing like crazy, but I don't dare to move and ruin the moment.

After a few more strokes, he jerks a little and grunts. A grunt I'm familiar with, I've heard it at least six times between last night and this morning. The cologne, his cock, the sound, I have no doubt in my mind it's him.

Shit, I fucked Gianna's father, and from the way my body is reacting to him masturbating, I clearly want to Fuck him again. Was he thinking about me as he stroked that massive? No, I can't do this. She's my best friend. She made it clear it would not be ok.

I toss the envelope on the chair and back out of the room slowly, close the door behind me and jog down the stairs. Once I'm on the last steps, I stop running and catch my breath. I straighten my clothes and walk calmly to the living room. I can't let Gianna see how rattled I am.

"Did you give it to him? I thought you were going to spend some time with him." No, he gave it to me multiple times last night. I groan now. Even innocent words like this remind me of her father fucking my brains out last night.

"B?"

"Uhh, Mr.C was busy, and since you have your boyfriend, I'm just going to head home."

"Really? You can stay with us as long as you don't threaten him." I twist uncomfortably because I really need to get myself off.

"That's fine, you should spend some time with him, you're both busy, plus I'm not feeling so hot."

"Papi's cooking, right?" No papa's cock, The after image of him stroking it sends another river of moisture between my legs. I have to get out of this house.

"Uh, no, just a long night. I'll call you tomorrow, ok?"

I grab my purse, she stands and hugs me.

"Okay, text me when you get home."

"I will."

"See you later, Carol."

"Goodbye Brandi, I hope you feel better."

"I will." I think once I get a dildo in me, I'll feel a whole lot better.

"Who knows, maybe next time we can double date." I frown. What are we in high school? Why do I have to be stuck on a date with them?

"Uh...pass."

"Come on, Carly has some really cute friends." Here she goes trying to set me up again. I should have known it was coming once she got a boyfriend.

"I don't do cute; I like my big and burly."

"I have some friends like that too," Carlos replies. Can't he take a hint? I am not interested in any of his friends.

"I doubt it; see you guys later."I have to get out of here before they marry me off.

"B, you have to let us set you up. Look how happy I and my snuggle bunny are."

"Good for you, but I like my big empty bed with no man in it, so I'm not interested."

"B, come on...."

"Love you, G." I hurry towards the door before she can say another word. I have tried to the men she wants me to date; their idea of kinky sex ended with some slap on my ass and eating my vagina. That kind of sex puts me to sleep. The kind of sex I wanted was... like last night. I slip into my car and sigh; what would Mr.Caputo do if he knew it was me? Would he want to have sex with me again?

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Giovanni's POV

I grunt, stroking my shaft; my body vibrates as the climax hits, I pant, yanking it. Fuck that was good; I haven't been able to get last night off my mind. Her body tasted so sweet; she bent to will, gave me everything I wanted. I have fucked many women, but none who could take all of me so skillfully. No matter how hard I fucked her, her core clung to me tighter, drenching my shaft, begging to be pulverized. I can't get her out of my head. This isn't good, I've been doing this for five years, and I've never fixated on a snatch like I'm fixed on hers.

Maybe it's because I haven't been participating in these activities too busy the last couple of months. Four months have passed since I had sex before last night; perhaps that is the only reason it felt so damn good. And that's the reason why I currently have my cock in my hand, thinking of splitting that juicy snatch in two.

CLICK

I sit up immediately at the sound of the door closing. Did I hear wrong? Or was someone just in my room?