My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet-Chapter 77 Day Out

NOVA POV

Today is the day and I’m finally meeting Grant at our secret spot, and there’s nothing like being overdressed for the occasion when you’re wearing nothing but a full set of lingerie under a thick coat that makes you look like a saintly woman.

I’ve read lots and lots of book porn over the weeks, — to keep my mind off my betraying besties scenario—and now I have a vivid idea of what I’ll be doing and what I’ll be instructing Grant to try out, especially with the latest addition to our union.

Hopefully, I’ll summon the courage soon to get my pussy as well as my nipples pierced.

The ride to his hotel was a blur, and my core was already dripping with anticipation before I even got to his room. As soon as I opened the door of the penthouse suite he’d booked, the smell of roses hit me.

My insides quivered at the unexpected surprise, and my eyes moistened at the bold, expensive display of floral arrangements everywhere.

Expensive gems in their designer packaging, a massive chocolate buffet with Nymph written in red velvet icing, and neat stacks of hundred-dollar bills in various currencies dom dollars, pounds, euros, and some I didn’t even recognize. Damn.. tell me my man is loaded without telling me my man is loaded. I’m still reeling from the extravagant car gift.

If Sandy hijacked my first surprise package, this one made up for it completely, and I suddenly didn’t mind losing the first one to her. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

My eyes found Grant, standing by the bed, holding a red satin blindfold in his hand and I eagerly closed my eyes when I got to his side, my pussy clenching in anticipation of what was to come.

He slipped the coat off my shoulders, and it fell to the floor with a soft swoosh. His teeth and tongue worked at my lingerie, stripping it off piece by piece until every inch of me except my flimsy panties was exposed to the cold air and his hot breath.

The contrast made the hair on my neck stand.

I cleared my throat trying to ease the heavy silence "There’s no hi baby, I miss you, or—"

He didn’t let me finish. His mouth crashed into mine, swallowing the rest of my words, his kiss deep, wet, and claiming every inch of my existence.

The blindfold cinched tight over my eyes, and everything went black. Without sight, my body tuned itself to every sound, every touch, every exhale of his breath.

When he guided me backward with his hand around my waist until the back of my thighs brushed against something firm. Then, with a light push, I fell onto the bed. The cool sheets met my hot skin, and instinct took over.

I spread my thighs wide, already knowing how exposed I was and how my arousal had soaked my panties. I so badly wanted him to touch me, finger me, punish me and have me crying out for more.

The bed dipped between my legs under his weight. Then silence, For a moment, everything stilled.

My breath hitched, waiting in anticipation, Then I heard something faint like metal clinking. My pulse spiked, I swiped my tongue over my dry lips. I braced myself for cuffs, a whip or anything. Grant loved his kinks, and I was ready for whatever he had planned.

All of sudden I felt heat like a rush of warm breath right between my thighs.

My body jerked forward in reaction just as his hand moved between my legs, pushing the net of my lingerie aside instead of taking it off. The cold air against my soaked folds had me wanting more, and then something hot, definitely the slick crown of his cock pressed against me.

I felt the cool shock of the ampallang piercing, those twin steel balls grazing my folds before he pushed in, slowly and deliberately filling me up.

I moaned, helplessly, I couldn’t hold back the sounds that came from my throat. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, it was intense, almost unbearable.

"Daddy... Daddy... ouuu... more... more," I writhed beneath him, all reason gone.

The head of his cock parted me fully all the way in, the barbell gliding in, stretching me to the brink. The sharp, delicious ache made my body quake.

"Take it like the good girl you are," he growled, smacking my already sensitive breast. My nipple hardened instantly under his calloused palm.

"Oh... seems you’re more of a dirty nymph than a good girl," he teased, pinching the nipple that had slipped free of the flimsy net.

"I’m dirty... damn it... I love it," I gasped, his hand rolling and squeezing my nipple until pain and pleasure blurred into one. Another slap on the other breast, and my back arched off the bed, begging for more.

"Daddy, I want more... I want to get punished... I want—"

My words were swallowed by a cry when his mouth covered my other breast. He bit down hard—like he was biting into an apple—and I screamed, shameless and unrestrained.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he pulled out. The steel dragged along my walls, scraping my throbbing clit on the way out, leaving me empty and desperate. I wrapped my legs around his back and dragged him back in, refusing to let go.

The next thrust came harder, deeper. His balls rolled along my clenching walls, hitting that spot he never missed.

He pulled out again, sank back to the hilt, the barbell grinding against my g-spot, and I shattered all over again.

My thighs trembled, and I cried out, unable to hold back. Each stroke, each thrust, was faster and deeper with steel and heat colliding inside me.

My body spasmed around him and walls fluttered as my orgasm ripped through me.

He groaned above me, low and rough, before spilling hot inside me.

I was drained, breathless, but the throbbing between my legs wouldn’t quit. I rubbed against him, needy, until his palm met my breast in a firm slap.

"Let me rest, nymph."

Later, on my way home, I was buried in my Kindle, reading an erotica collection filled with the kind of smut that would definitely inspire our next genital meet and greet, when I noticed the same car that had subtly followed me on my way earlier overtaking my ride.

My heart skipped, but if it was overtaking, then it wasn’t following—right? Maybe I was just overthinking things again.

I texted Grant, told him it wasn’t a stalker, just my paranoid ass acting up. We joked about it for a bit, and I went back to my book.

Then the car stopped. We weren’t moving anymore.

I frowned, glancing up to realize we were parked somewhere unfamiliar. Not my destination.

"Flat tire, ma’am," the driver said, and I sighed, stepping out to see for myself.

The last thing I saw was a blur of a hand, a cloth, and the sharp, chemical sting hit my nose, and before I could scream, everything went black.