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,"

Chapter 4 

Gina>>>>>> 

His grip loosened and his palm slid into my gown. "Your words, Little bird." He grumbled out, his tone sexually charged. 

His touch went deeper, tender and filled with warmth. Heat pooled into my entire system as he pressed two of his fingers against my throbbing cunt. 

"You're this wet for me, Little bird?" He made a comment, subtly awed. 

I bit hard on my lower lips, unable to control myself as I began grinding myself against his fingers. I was too horny, like I'm on fire and he's the only thing capable of quenching me. 

"Take it off." He jerked at the laced thong I had on. 

I instantly shoved my hands into the sides of the pant's waistband as I dragged it off me without hesitation. He grabbed it off my hand before I could toss it on the floor. 

I watched him took the fabric in for a long sniff. "You smell so good, Little bird." His tone moaned out as he buried his nose deeper into the material stained with my pussy juice. 

Fuck that's so hot. 

Seconds later his attention crawled back to me, to my exposed vagina in front of him. A hungry look in his eyes. 

"Tell me you want my fingers deep in you," he demanded as his palm lowered back against my pulsing cunt, he teased at me as he ran a quick rub of his fingers over the drenched skin. 

"I want your fingers deep inside of me, please." I obeyed in a pleading tone, not sure of what I pleaded for, but very certain of my sexual excitement and overwhelming lust for him. 

"Who am I to you, Little bird?" 

He slid a finger into my pussy, raw and indecent as he began pushing in and out, fast and rough. He thrusted in a steady pace. 

An heated sensation pinned instantly at my soul, my body, every inch of who I am. My lips slipped open eliciting gasps and uneven breaths as his middle finger continuously work in and out of my pussy. 

"Answer me, Gina. Who?"

He added another finger, pushing it in so deep before he relaxed his thumb right over my clit. He rubbed on it incisively, simultaneously wiggling the two fingers he had stuck in me. 

"Fuck!!!!" Pleasure pulsed through my veins, drawing deep at every corner of my system. 

"You're my father's best friend, yes!" I cried out, the buzz unbearable and constantly a fire to endure. "A father figure to me!" 

He quit massaging my clit, and brought out the two fingers he had stick inside my cunt. 

"You're a mess, Little bird." He remarked as he slapped on the surface of my vagina, the sound of his palm hitting on my pussy juices told me exactly what he meant with that comment of his. 

I am indeed a mess, a whole mess for him to ruin, to use as he pleases at the moment. Anything that gets me the reality of the dreams I've always had. 

"At the moment, I'm not your father figure. I'm the guy who you've dreamt of fucking more times than I can count right?" He suddenly pinched at a small flesh out of my pussy. 

And a painful moan escaped before I could push it back. That was a mixture of pain and pleasure, a balanced sensation. 

"Right?" He repeated the same action. 

"Yes," I moaned out painfully, no idea what game he was playing or trying to play. 

"From now on, I'll be your sex daddy. Do you agree to become Daddy's sexy plaything?" His thumb drove into my pussy uncalled, nudging at a sensitive layer as a whole new flutter of pleasure crashed at my system. 

I hummed out a yes, nodding my head as I bit hard on my lower lips while a moan stifled out. 

"Use your words, Little bird." He brought out the thumb only to repeat the same process harder and faster. 

"Yes yes yes. I accept to be your plaything, daddy." For some reason, that came out sexier than it should. 

"Daddy is gonna eat you out now, and make you cum? Do you want that?" He quizzed while his body stooped down between my legs, his face still very much meters away from my parted thighs. 

"I want it, please." 

It genuinely feels like I was dying. I wanted more and less of what he's giving me right now. More in the sense of how it makes me feel, and less of the torment. 

The torment, that even somehow still makes me feel a way I wouldn't totally be against if he decides to explore such. 

The way he had pinched the flesh around my pussy the other time. A bittersweet ecstasy. 

Two hands wedge at my thighs and I watched his head fell in between. His tongue rolled over my cunt, slick and precise. 

My head threw back in a charged exhilaration. Oh God. Oh my fucking God. 

He doesn't just lick around the spot, he'd push the tip of his tongue in, let it flick around before he'd lick all around and then suck on my clit, biting at my nerves high and without control. 

"Urghhhhh...." I'd become a whimpering mess. Unable to keep it within myself. He ate me out like I was his favorite meal to devour, like he's starved and desperate. 

I suddenly felt a bang knocked into my head. Cold and vicious, another bang settled in and a voice filtered through my consciousness. 

My eyes steered awake. Ears pricked from the knock repeatedly slamming at my door. 

I groaned, "Who is that?" I yelled out in a sluggish tone. 

Gosh this is hell. I bursted into invisible tears as I brought up my palms to clean my face. I was so fucking close! 

"I'm leaving and I thought I should check in on you before going, are we good?" My father's voice rang loud from outside my room. 

"Bye!" I screamed back at him, groaning hard as I rubbed on my temples.

I heard his footsteps receded and the sound of a dragging suitcase. 

Another day, another torture of what it's like being in love and lust with my father's best friend. Today's dream about him would've been perfect as usual if my dad hadn't interrupted. 

He just had to drop a knock just when I was about to cum. Ugh! 

At least he's gone. It's finally me alone with my doom. 

What could go wrong?