My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet Chapter 50 HIS

NOVA POV

It had been so long since I ca for the man who haunted my dreams. And now that fantasy was breathing against my skin, I refused to ruin it with the shadow of anyone else.

My brain scread at to clear the air, but my dripping cunt made the choice for .... common sense didn’t stand a chance

His pace quickened, rcilessly until every muscle in my body locked tight. My climax ripped through , sharp and violent, and he caught when my legs gave out, holding pinned against the wall while I shattered in his arms.

He didn’t stop even after my mind blowing orgasm . His lips pressed to my ear, his hand still moving slow and lazy between my thighs, prolonging the aftershocks until I whimpered his na again.

"Say it," he demanded, voice rough with need. "Say who you belong to."

I swallowed, shaky, my body betraying all over again as I clung to him.

"...You," I whispered, so faint I almost hated myself.

Grant’s growl vibrated against my skin. "That’s my girl."

His growl hadn’t faded when his hand left empty, slick with my release. My body sagged in relief, and hunger for more, and then stiffened when I heard the sound of fabric tearing.

I gasped, looking down in disbelief as his fist tore clean through the seam of my Mystique costu, the thin blue fabric splitting with brutal ease.

"Grant!" I hissed, clutching at his shoulders, scandal and arousal crashing into at once. What would I tell my friends? How do

I leave this club naked?

His mouth found mine again before I could voice my opinion, hot and bruising against my lips he silenced the protest.

His words spilled against my lips, rough and final.

"You don’t need a mask, baby. You don’t need to play dress-up for . I want the real you and I’ll rip every inch of this costu off if that’s what it takes."

His hands shoved the ruined fabric aside until the cool air hit my bare skin. My nipples peaked instantly, my chest rising and falling too fast.

"You’re insane," I whispered, even as my thighs parted for him without a fight.

"Maybe." His fingers hooked into my panties, tearing them the sa way, a savage sound that made my whole body jolt. "But you like like this."

Before I could respond, his cock pressed hard against my entrance, only his zipper holding him back. My eyes flew wide, breath catching, but I still gave a small nod and that was all it took. He shoved his slacks down just far enough to free himself.

It was the sa sight I’d gotten off to a hundred tis in my head, but in reality it was so much worse—so much better. Thick. Hot.

Already slick with precum, exactly how I craved it. And in the split second before heat won out, my mind betrayed with the thought of the birth control pills I’d stopped taking after months without sex.

My stomach knotted tight.

"Last chance, Nova," he rasped, his tip sliding against , slicking in my wetness. "Tell to stop."

The word perched on my tongue, but when he rolled his hips just enough to nudge inside, my body betrayed again as it arched and clenched taking him in without hesitation.

"Fuck—" His curse tore through the noise of the club, passionate and raw, as he slamd inside in one hard thrust.

I cried out alongside him, nails digging into his back as my body stretched around him, filled to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

"Grant—oh God—"

"Say it," he demanded, his hips snapping against mine, the bar digging into my back with each thrust. "Say you’re mine."

Every word rattled through with his rhythm, each slam harder, deeper, until I was gasping, clawing, desperate.

His hand wrapped around my throat to tilt my head back, forcing to et his gaze. His eyes were molten and locked on mine like he wanted to carve his na into my soul.

"You don’t belong to Luca. You don’t belong to this fucking world. You belong to ."

He slamd deeper, grinding hard against my clit, and my answer ripped out of with a scream.

"Yes! Fuck—yes, Grant!"

His jaw clenched, satisfaction dark and sharp cutting through his features. "That’s it, baby. Take . Take all of ."

The costu clung in tatters around my waist, my breasts bouncing free against his chest, his cock driving so deep I swore I felt him in my lungs. The bass of the club, the voices, all of it blurred into nothing but his growls and my cries.

"Look at you," he panted, biting down on one of my bouncing breasts, leaving a mark that burned. "Perfectly ruined just like I love it. You’re all mine."

I tightened around him, the pressure coiling and spiraling in circles as my body breaks apart in waves I couldn’t stop. My climax hit like a bullet, clawing open, wracking with shudders as I scread his na against his lips.

Grant groaned, his thrusts brutal, relentless, until he spilled inside with a curse, grinding deep, holding pinned against the wall while he filled to the brim.

For a long second, neither of us moved and his cock still pulsed inside , my ruined costu hanging off like torn skin.

Finally, he leaned close, his words soothing against my ear and frailing nerves.

"No more running, Nova. You can lie to yourself all you want. But after this?" His teeth grazed my earlobe. "You’re mine and you know it."

And I hated myself for the way my body shivered in agreent. But I nodded softly in agreent

My legs were still trembling when his weight shifted off , leaving flushed and ragged against the wall.

Grant stayed inside a second longer, like he was making sure I’d rember exactly who I belonged to when I tried to breathe without him. Then he finally pulled out slowly, dragging a curse from both of us.

Before I could speak, before I could even fix my ruined costu, a hard knock banged against the side door reminding us we’re not in the comfort of our room.

"Yo—this section’s for staff only—anyone still in there?" a voice shouted over the music.

My heart leapt into my throat and panic flooded through , as I scrambled for the scraps of my Mystique outfit, tugging them over my chest, but they hung uselessly in tatters against my exposed skin.

Grant didn’t panic. The bastard never panics.

Instead, he shrugged off the black dress shirt he had on, and draped it over in one smooth motion. The fabric was still warm from his body as it swallowed , slling like his cologne and smoke.

"Breathe, baby," he murmured, voice low, calm. "No one touches you. No one is allowed to see you in this state unless I allow it."

The door handle rattled again, and I froze. But Grant didn’t rush.

He adjusted the shirt on , buttoning only the middle so it slid off my shoulder, deliberately making look like his. Then, like it was nothing, he grabbed my hand.

"Ti to disappear," he said.

"What—" I whispered, eyes wide.

The voices on the other side of the door grew louder, footsteps approaching, but Grant only pulled tighter against his side, his trousers slung low on his hips, every tattoo on his hard firm chest was on full display.

"Stay close," he ordered, his lips brushing my ear. "I’m getting you out of here."

And just like that, we vanished into the night with wrapped in his shirt, him walking bare-chested and unbothered, like he’d dared the world to stop him

He didn’t release my hand. Didn’t let catch my breath. Just kept leading toward the sleek black car waiting in the shadows of the alley.

"Grant—" my voice cracked, too many questions clawing up my throat.

He opened the back door, turned, and caught my chin between his fingers, tilting my face up until my eyes locked on his. His gaze was fire, ice, and sothing terrifyingly certain.

"Tonight wasn’t just giving you the hard, filthy fuck you’ve been starving for," he said, voice low and edged with danger. His gaze pinned in place. "You’ve got it wrong, Nova."

My pulse hamred, the weight of his words and my actions sank in.

I’d just fucked another man while bound by an agreent to fake-date soone else.

"This wasn’t the beginning." His mouth brushed the shell of my ear, his voice a low threat. "This was the warning."

"No." The word ripped out of before he could finish, sharp and trembling all at once. "This can’t happen again. It was a mistake.

I froze at the open car door, breath hitching, my heart thundering like it wanted to bolt out of my chest.

Grant’s head tilted, his eyes narrowing, like he was dissecting every lie in my tone. Then his lips curled, slow, dangerous, the kind of smirk that promised ruin.

"A mistake?" His laugh was dark, humorless. He stepped closer, his chest bare, tattoos catching the flicker of the alley lights. His heat rolled into , suffocating, magnetic. "That’s not what your body was screaming a minute ago."

"Grant—" My protest died in my throat when he pressed back against the sleek tal of the car.

His hand gripped my jaw, forcing my chin up until I had no choice but to et his eyes. They burned through , searing away every excuse, every shaky denial.

"Tell again this was a mistake," he said, his voice low, brutal. His hips pressed forward, pinning against the car door so I felt every hard line of him through his slacks.

"Or should I bend you right here, Nova? make you rember exactly who this pussy belongs to?"