Yours To Ruin, Daddy (18+)

Yours To Ruin, Daddy

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Chapter 01

Gina's POV

A pleasurable sigh leaked softly out of my lips, his gaze trapping me still under his fervent dominance. Our skin dampened with passion, rubbing on each other while his face nestled at my neck to feather soft wet kisses over the layer of my skin.

I thrust myself forward, a slave to his touches as it peaked all over my body, burning hot and cold in a blurred parallel.

I wanted more of him, I crave him all over, I desire him more than I should. It was too much, I needed him every day, missed him every second, and he was the shadow that plagued my thought every minutes. My soul yearned for every inch of him.

He owned my thoughts, operated deep inside my mind, the numb in my head. He meant something words cannot quite convey.

My core clenched, yearning for his sensual grasp as his finger trailed softly on my skin.

"Gina, you're not eating your food!" A voice jerked into the silence.

It was my father's, abruptly snapping me out of my fantasy. My eyes slowly trailed off his best friend that sat beside him across the table, cussing inwardly at my dad for his sudden interjection.

"Ah yes, dinner!" I glanced down at the bowl containing my meal, stabbing softly at the poor meatballs with my cutlery as I have grown out of the appetite for it consumption.

My gaze lifted, peering back to where it once lay before. On the sinful sight of my father's best friend.

Even in the most casual fit, he managed to look the most tempting. Was it his physical appearance? Or just his overall presence. He was what my head had dimmed a simple perfection.

"Gina, is there something on Frank's face?" The familiar voice of my father once again interrupted.

And so I pushed out of my seat before I'd let my father whisk at the idea that his daughter was infatuated with his best friend.

It's just so hard to control myself around him, he's too hot. From the thick, dark and stylishly messy hair, to those strong jawlines, prominent cheekbones, and his slightly weathered complexion.

He also has a stubble, well trimmed, neatly groomed, and perfectly imperfect. Gosh this man was a fucking sight to behold.

I've wanted to fuck him ever the since the first time I laid my eyes on him. It wasn't my fault, I blame him for looking as good as he looks.

"Gina," the man's baritone sounded like a rumble, one that instantly shot sparks at my body. "Are you okay?"

My eyes snapped close, and my inner muscles clenched for control. I couldn't afford to falter a reaction while my dad is present.

Yet my core draped, and I could only nod my head positively unable to give a verbal response. I squeezed my thigh together as I struggled out of the scene and ran up to my room.

Once I stepped into my private confinement, I jumped onto my bed, barely able to hold on to myself.

It felt like a damn siren alarming the world to the fact that I'm so turned on right now and could use a release.

My legs parted as I yanked off the soaked panties covering my entrance. Another of my hand reached over to pull at my drawer and retrieve the rose toy I had kept in there.

My mind went back to when he called my name. That deep voice, so hot and so rich.

I pressed softly at my already sensitive entrance before I shoved in the toy, lids shut closed as my head threw back in delight. I let the picture slowly crawled into the isles of vision.

It was him positioned at my entrance rather the toy at hand, it was him who shoved into me hard and restless, fast and steady, like I was the sweetest thing he'd ever had.

I bit my lips as a moan bellowed, soft and tiny. "Yes, Frank. Just like that," I found myself muttered out of a course in my dream.

Just like I've always wanted, like I've always imagined. Him slamming into me repeatedly, his rigid frame caging me to the mercy of his thrusts.

Moans after moans wrecked out of my guts. I pictured him switching our positions, taking me in every way that he could, non-stopping. Ferocious, like a predator would munch on its prey upon contact.

I squeezed at my breast. The image of his large palm gripping at my bosom, savage like he craved for it the same way I longed for him. He gave it a hard squeeze, as though he couldn't get enough of the contact.

He'd pinch at my rock-hard nipples before his head would lower to suck on it.

"Fuckkkkk. Yes, just like that Frank."

He'd grab my neck so my moans could come out throaty and less smooth. He'd thrust continuously into me, hitting the spot with the most nerve.

"I'm gonna cum. Fuck." I could feel his dick hit raw and more at my deepest sensation.

"Oh Gawd, Frank." My ecstasy grew beyond the pale point my body could contain as an orgasm ripped through me, wild and like a torrent.

Pleasure washed over my system in waves as my thrown head angled forward. My nostrils flared while my breathing turned ragged.

"I've always knew you'd be the man to fuck me to heavens, Frank." The door opened on my comment and the mess I've made of myself on my bed.

I looked at the doorway, shocked at the figure that stood paused at the entrance as his gaze quietly surveyed the scene in front of him.

I was still laid on my bed with my legs wide apart, and a rose toy hanging close to my pussy, the gown I had on rolled up.

I watched a smirk grew on his lips. "Tell me. How many times have I fucked you to heavens in your wild little imaginations, Gina?" That deep voice of his questioned calmly as he stepped fully into the room.

Holy fuck he heard me. He fucking heard what I said?!

Chapter 2

Gina>>>

I snapped my bare thighs closed as I sat up and crawled into a fetal position unable to maintain a gaze at him, mortified. Beyond mortified.

If the ground could open up right now, pull me in to shelter for the next few decades until existence becomes nonexistent, there's no doubt that I'd love for that to happen.

I could feel his presence, his eyes digging holes at me, as though I've suddenly became a sight he was addicted to.

For someone I've always wanted in every way possible for as long as I can recall, it's hard to believe his absence at the moment would soothe my nerves.

"Gina," my name growled out, followed by the gentle sound of his footsteps. I knew he had stepped closer from the unhealthy feel that suddenly clouded my system.

Heat poked at my insides, hot and scorching. I was all hot all over.

I couldn't respond or bring myself to speak. I was too embarrassed to look up right now, or even breathe well. Why did he have to come in?

He finally read into my silence and turned his steps around, strolled out and finally granted me the solitude to cuss at myself.

Once I noticed his absence, I sat up. "Fuck....!" The weight of my action crushing hard at me, unyielding and without warning.

I pleasured myself to the idea of my father's best friend taking me. And as if that doesn't sound scandalous enough, he had to walk in on me praising the image of him fucking me to oblivion.

"Fuck!" I cussed out once more.

How could I have let this happened? I should have closed that door- no locked it, at least that would've prevented him from coming inside.

What does he think of me now?

I was too cramped to match his gaze. I couldn't, knowing if I had then I might got a glimpse of what he thought of me, but I simply couldn't.

At that moment, the only thing I wanted was to fucking fade out of existence.

That man was like my father, Infact a second father to me. He's been around for as long as I can remember, just that he wasn't always present.

He's my father's best friend, they linked up in high school and refused to let each other go since then.

He doesn't really stay here, he has a company far into the city and only began visiting every summer from two years ago.

I was seventeen then, and I've last seen him when I was ten I think. Even as a kid, I've always fawned over his appearance, but I never really let the attraction mold.

Him and dad would stay contacted through calls and mails over the years, and I'd get the chance to get my first boyfriend.

The storm started once he came back, when he decided that he'll start coming to spend every of his summer breaks with us- my dad.

This man had gotten so ripped and only hotter over the years, I couldn't get my eyes off him when he return. The attraction I'd sent dormant as a kid came resuscitating, hard and wild.

He wormed his way past my mind, further into my head, and he was just the man that constantly fucks me to heaven in my dreams.

I do not enjoy sex with my boyfriend anymore unless I think of him.

It was wrong I know, but that doesn't help or justify how right it feels. I've been attracted to this man- my father's best friend for over two years now. I'm turning twenty in a few weeks so it's nearly three years.

At first, I could say I did my absolute best to keep it a secret, but lately- about few months ago, I've started slipping.

He'd catch me staring at him with lust filled eyes, always undressing him through my gaze with teeth biting down hard on my bottom lip. It's like I've lost control and could no longer manage myself.

Just like tonight, I couldn't guide myself to not eye-fuck that man as we sat down for dinner. Instead, I allowed myself slipped into my lustful fantasy.

Which prompted me into whatever session he walked into, and those words he heard. Gosh it's killing me not knowing what that man thinks of me already.

I need to know. I need to confront him, spin it however I can.

He's not the only one named Frank in the whole world. I could turn this around.

My courage slowly peeled back into shape as I went into the restroom to fix myself then stepped out of my room to seek Frank and have a chat with him.

"Dad!" I bumped to my father as I walked the hallway.

"Darling, I was just coming to meet you. I have a really bad news to share," his brows were creased which meant he's been anxious and in distress.

"What?" I quizzed with interest.

"I gotta leave tomorrow. It's work, and an urgent deal just came up. I know we promised to never let work or school get in between our summer get together, but this is so important please you have to understand. I'm only gonna be away for a couple of weeks and I've asked Frank to stay over and help me keep an eye on you or just keep your company."

My countenance changed at the heard of that specific name, more so the favor asked of him.

"I'm above age dad, I can look after myself, there's no need for a babysitter." I said in disapproval, I can't allow this.

Frank cannot be alone with me for the next couple of weeks. No, no this is not good. Oh Gosh.

"He's not a babysitter, he's just around to keep your company and that's all. I have to go pack up now sweetheart, please understand!"

He turned around and strode off before I could continue speaking against his decision.

Fuck this is bad, this is so bad! Me, alone, with Frank. For weeks? Oh boy!

Chapter 3

Gina>>>>>>

The next morning came quicker than I wanted it to, and by the time I arrived downstairs for breakfast. I was met with the heavy absence of my father and rather the sinful sight of the man I very much would've preferred absent.

Ironic isn't it?

The man I've always love to see is suddenly the man I wish to see least. Courtesy of my recent feat of course. The memory is etched deep into my head, in a constant display.

How he walked in on me climaxing and commending what a good fucker he is, and he just had to ask how many times he's fucked me to heaven in my dreams. Like why? Couldn't he have just pretended that he didn't hear that or saw what he saw?

Now I'm haunted, and so far I still wish earth would suddenly open up and accept me as a guest till further notice.

The silence between us was deafening, and the tension thicker than those arm muscles of his. One would think he's a marine cop, or a gym enthusiast, but he's neither yet rocked a perfect physique.

He was seated across me, attention buried in his phone as he absentmindedly chipped at his breakfast.

I on the other hand couldn't bring myself to consume my waffles. Again I'm haunted, and his presence is not making it any easier.

"Quit eye-fucking me and eat your food?" That granite tone of his was sharp as the sentence broke through our silence.

I blinked my gaze off him, down to the meal in front of me. And the picture of him naked crawled into my head from nowhere.

Curious of his size and how well it'd fit me. Gosh the mere thought of that was starting to turn me on.

"I'm sorry for yesterday," I decided to bring up the topic myself. This tension would never resolve if the issue wasn't address, time to find out what he thinks of the stunt.

"Yesterday? What happened yesterday? What are you sorry for?" His brows creased and confusion grew into his face.

Is he kidding? Or purposely playing dumb.

I stared at him through a bored gaze, "Seriously?" There was a hint of annoyance in my tone, and it was worth it.

I've beaten myself over this throughout the night, and just when I decided to confront him, he's here trying to pretend that it was nothing.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Little bird,"

"Fuck," I mouthed inaudibly with my eyes briefly concealed.

It was impossible to feign annoyance when his voice is enough to make a pool out of my legs. I seriously could use an exorcist, safe to say I'm possessed- definitely.

"Little bird, are you horny for me right now?" The confusion on his face dropped, and his face leaned an inch forward with his furnished gaze pinned on me.

I've been horny for him for so long I can't even pin a date to it right now. And that nickname he has for me, it doesn't always help my situation when his deep and velvety voice calls me by the name.

If anything, it adds to the heat I'm already stuck with.

"What would you say or do if my answer is yes?" I played back at him.

I couldn't give a fuck right now about who he is to me. A father figure yes, but a fucking sexual appeal at the same time. All I could see is a man I want so deep inside of me he may not be able to get out.

That's cringe, but it's my hormones talking not me.

"Do you want me to say I'd spread you wide open on this table and fuck you hard till you go numb?"

I couldn't tell if he meant his words, there was no alignment between his placid expression and the context of his words.

"Yes," weakly, I muttered.

He cracked a subtle smirk as he leaned back into his seat. "That's not right, Little bird," his gaze flicked off me and down to his empty plate.

"However....." he trailed into silence as he pushed back in his seat to stand up. "If that's what you want, would you be willing to play by a few rules?"

He walked around so he could approach me, slowly as he licked his lips coming closer till the space between us grew thin and thinner like a line of thread.

My body sizzled, and I found myself unable to keep eye contact with him.

I could feel him close, and while I battled the urge to moan out to the scent of him that rushed deep into my senses, I was also stuck with the need to remain composed.

His arm crossed my eyes as he reached for the edge of my chair, he steadied a grip before he whirled my chair around to face him.

"Eyes on me, Little bird," he demanded, voice thicker than a body of mud.

My doe eyes peered up, straight into his face that was inches away from me. He had arched his body, so he was leaned over and carefully drinking me while with his eyes.

I watched his gaze trailed from my face, down to my body, and stopped right at the center of my womanhood.

To see his attention focused where it was, my thighs clenched close and my hands clasped tight over my core that was dripping wet already.

It was obvious, if the musk smell hadn't gave it away, it was written all over my body.

"Open up, Little bird,"

I knew exactly what he meant and like a force overwhelmed, my legs gently pulled apart and my hands pulled up and away from the spot right between my legs.

"Bare yourself," his tone had changed, gone deeper than it usual pitch- dark and dangerous.

I grabbed the tip of my gown about to throw it up when he suddenly grabbed my wrist, his eyes tightly shut as if snapped out of a reverie.

"This is not what you want or can handle, Little bird. I can assure you."

I knew what that was, it was a warning but even a prophecy right now cannot save me. I'm way too far gone.

"Ruin me," my voice came out sultry, a mixture of my lust and passion. "Let me be yours to ruin,"