My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet Chapter 27 Many Are My Foes

Grant POV

Contrary to what people think, I actually feel things. By "Feel," I an once every five years and that counts.

It’s been a long ti since I fucked a virgin cunt. Their ssy blood, the clinginess and the emotions tied to it are always more hassle than pleasure.

But Nova? Nova wrecked that math. The thrill of fucking the one girl who’s had twisted for weeks still burns in my veins. Nothing compares. Not the random fucks I lined up, not even close.

Watching her tear open around my cock, that’s a beautiful mory I’ll guard right next to the first ti I saw my Lena in her mama’s arms. Precious, rare and beautiful monts.

Earlier in the office, I gave everyone on my floor the rest of the day off. Cleared them out so I could enjoy her without distraction. Carrying her to the car, I felt Ivin’s stare burning into .

The man knows too well. I don’t get soft with my fuckholes. My only excuse was that she was sore and exhausted from how brutally I claid her. Not that I regret one second.

I laid her in my bed, tucked her under the covers. She looked so peaceful it almost pissed off. Waking her with my cock in her mouth crossed my mind more than once on the way to the gym. Too early to fuck her to death. Maybe later.

Ivin was already waiting in the gym. I didn’t bother with conversation before my fist slamd into his jaw. He ducked, tried to sweep my legs. Not today. I study n until I know their tells better than their mothers. I had energy to burn, and he was just a wall to slam it into.

Minutes of fists and kicks later, he froze mid-strike, fingers pressed to the earpiece in his ear.

"Got it," he muttered, then looked dead on.

"Rita’s here. Says she has an invitation from you."

Fuck. I had promised her a roleplay tonight. Slipped my mind. Nova in my bed was enough to make lose focus, and that’s dangerous. Pussywhipped—that’s what this shit looks like. Maybe the whip belongs across Rita’s bare tits tonight to knock back to myself.

We fought a few minutes more before I left to check Nova. But the sight that greeted wasn’t her soft body sleeping, it was Nova’s wide, accusing eyes fixed on Rita lying next to her.

My bed. My fucking bed.

Rita doesn’t belong here. She’s always been red room material. I fuck her, I break her, she leaves. She knows her lane. So what the hell is she doing making herself at ho beside another woman?

"Who is she?"

Nova asked. Voice steady, lips trembling. Weak bravado, but it still sliced .

"She’s Rita."

"What is she doing on your bed?"

I paused. Really? Getting grilled by a girl who isn’t my girlfriend about another girl who isn’t my girlfriend—because they both had the privilege of my dick?

Hell. No.

I shook Rita awake. She didn’t stir. Shook her harder, her head slamd against the board, rolled to the side. Still limp. When I kicked her ribs, she finally blinked.

"Grant," she smiled, dreamy.

Grant? No. She knows better. They all do, it’s Sir or Mr. Calloway. Never my na. Not in this house.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I growled.

"Fifty thousand dollars... to fuck Grant tonight," she slurred, eyes glassy, words dripping slow like poison.

Sothing twisted in my gut. Rita isn’t sloppy. I’ve known her for years, she’s sharp, precise, and professional. I don’t fuck dumb bitches.

I hauled her by the throat, lifted her off the floor until her feet dangled. She twitched weakly against my grip. Nova gasped behind , but I didn’t turn.

"Speak." My voice was ice.

"They... gave ... fifty thousand. Fresh bands. To... co here tonight."

Her eyes rolled. Spittle foad at her lips. Her hands jerked in small, twitchy spasms. This looks familiar, it’s giving drugged and heavy vibes. This is not her.

"Ivin!" My roar cracked the air. He was through the door in seconds, lifting Rita’s limp body while I called the doctor.

We got her downstairs to the d bay. Ivin worked fast—tube, drip, vitals. He isn’t just a bodyguard; he’s a dic when I need one. The doctor arrived, ran tests and stabilized her heart before it flatlined.

"She was drugged," the doctor confird. "Another minute, and she would’ve been dead."

An obvious clean set up, deliberately, aid at .

First Nova’s laptop virus which was too precise to be random. Now Rita, planted in my bed. Soone’s playing a dirty fucking ga, and I’ve got more suspects than allies.

Fifty grand? That’s scraps compared to what I pay Rita. This wasn’t for money. This was to make bleed.

"Nova," I muttered, dropping the report and heading back upstairs.

She was on the bed,her eyes glossy with tears.

"Is she alive? Who is she?"

I don’t care or feel anything when won cry. Not my daughter, not the whores. But Nova’s tears ripped apart. I crossed the room fast, pulling her into my chest.

"Easy, nymph,"

I murmured, stroking her hair.

"It’s fine. She’s handled. You’re safe."

She nodded against , pulled away and whispered, "Bathroom," I let her go. I watched her walk—bare beautiful legs swallowed in my shirt—watched her own my space without knowing it.

When she ca back, I patted my lap. "Sit."

She did, no hesitation.

"Still sore?" I asked.

"Yes." Her blush deepened as her eyes flicked up. "Why?"

"Reciprocating the massage," I said flatly, though the heat in her face was enough to keep hard for hours.

I worked her feet, slow and rough, easing her body. She wore nothing under my shirt, I knew it, felt it. And for the first ti in a long ti, the chaos faded.

The warmth of her skin, the faint scent of her sweat and perfu, the shiver that ran up her spine when I brushed her ankle had my cock straining against my trousers.

My thumbs dug into her arches, kneading deep, and she let out a soft moan that shot straight to my dick. Fuck, that sound—innocent yet needy—had imagining all the ways I’d ruin her later. But right now? I wanted to savor this, make her beg without words.

My hands traveled higher, teasing the sensitive skin of her thighs. She gasped softly, pressing into , hips tilting like she wanted more.

My cock pulsed, aching under my jeans. Her skin was silk under my calloused fingers, goosebumps rising as I traced circles higher, inching toward that sweet, slick heat.

I could sll her arousal already—musky, intoxicating and pulling in like a drug. Nova shifted, her breath hitching, and I smirked against her.

"You like that, nymph? Feeling my hands claim what’s mine?"

I guided her closer, until her pussy hovered above my face, bare and inviting. She was dripping, her folds glistening in the low light, pink and swollen from earlier.

Hell, the sight of her like this, vulnerable and exposed made my mouth water. I blew a cool breath over her clit, watching it twitch, and she whimpered, fingers clutching my shirt.

I pressed my nose to her heat, tasting her. She shivered violently, fingers digging into my shoulders, back arching slightly. Her breaths were shaky, quick, and every sound she made drove wild.

I inhaled deeply, her scent filling my lungs, sweet and tangy like pure fucking addiction. My tongue darted out,licking from her entrance to her clit in one slow, deliberate stroke. She bucked, a strangled cry escaping her lips.

"Grant... oh God..."

I slid my tongue along her folds, slow at first, savoring her, then teasing her clit with flicks and gentle sucks. I circled that swollen bud, sucking it between my lips, grazing it with my teeth just enough to make her jolt.

Her juices coated my chin, dripping down my throat, and I growled into her pussy, the vibration making her thighs quake around my ears. "Taste so fucking good," I muttered, voice muffled against her. "Like you’re made for my mouth."

She gasped, hips jerking, trying to ride even though I held her in place.

"Fuck...Grant..." she moaned, and I groaned back. Yes. This was mine. Every tremble, every shiver, every desperate whimper belonged to .

I plunged deeper, my tongue thrusting into her tight channel, fucking her with it while my thumb rubbed relentless circles on her clit. Her walls clenched around , slick and hot, and I could feel her building, muscles tensing, breaths turning to pants.

She was grinding now, shaless, her nails scraping my scalp as she pulled closer. "Please... don’t stop... I need..." Her words dissolved into sobs, and it fueled , my free hand gripping her ass, spreading her wider for better access.

I flicked, licked, probed deeper, feeling her body twitch and quiver under my tongue. Her moans were loud now, raw and needy, and I drank them in, letting her reactions guide .

I bit softly at her inner thigh, marking her, claiming her. The bite turned to a suck, leaving a purple bruise that would remind her of this—of —every ti she looked down. She yelped, then lted, her body surrendering completely.

Her climax hit in waves, violent and shattering, her body trembling, nails raking my shoulders, cries spilling from her lips.

She ca hard, gushing against my tongue, her pussy pulsing in rhythmic spasms that I lapped up greedily. "That’s it, nymph," I rasped, not letting up. "Co for . Flood my fucking mouth."

Her screams echoed off the walls, body convulsing as I wrung every last drop from her, my tongue flicking rcilessly until she was a boneless ss.

I held her tight, tongue relentless, teasing, licking, tasting every shudder and quiver until she finally sagged against , spent.

Even then, I didn’t pull back entirely. I hovered, teasing, letting her scent and warmth fill . I nuzzled her thigh, licking the remnants of her release, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants.

Part of wanted to flip her over and bury myself balls-deep, but seeing her like this flushed, wrecked, and undoubtedly mine, stirred sothing dangerous. Softness. Fuck, Nova was turning inside out.

When she finally caught her breath, I kissed her lips, hand sliding over her thigh.

"You’re sore," I murmured, voice rough. "But behave... and I’ll take you slow again. I’ll make you co over and over... if you be a good girl."