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 mean once every five years and that counts.

It’s been a long time since I fucked a virgin cunt. Their messy 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 me 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 memory I’ll guard right next to the first time I saw my Lena in her mama’s arms. Precious, rare and beautiful moments.

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 me.

The man knows me too well. I don’t get soft with my fuckholes. My only excuse was that she was sore and exhausted from how brutally I claimed 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 me 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 slammed into his jaw. He ducked, tried to sweep my legs. Not today. I study men 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 me 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 me 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 me back to myself.

We fought a few minutes more before I left to check Nova. But the sight that greeted me 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 home beside another woman?

"Who is she?"

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

"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 slammed 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 name. 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.

Something 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 me, but I didn’t turn.

"Speak." My voice was ice.

"They... gave me... fifty thousand. Fresh bands. To... come here tonight."

Her eyes rolled. Spittle foamed 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 med bay. Ivin worked fast—tube, drip, vitals. He isn’t just a bodyguard; he’s a medic when I need one. The doctor arrived, ran tests and stabilized her heart before it flatlined.

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

An obvious clean set up, deliberately, aimed at me.

First Nova’s laptop virus which was too precise to be random. Now Rita, planted in my bed. Someone’s playing a dirty fucking game, 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 me 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 women cry. Not my daughter, not the whores. But Nova’s tears ripped me 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 me, 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 came 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 me 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 time in a long time, the chaos faded.

The warmth of her skin, the faint scent of her sweat and perfume, 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 me 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 me, 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 smell her arousal already—musky, intoxicating and pulling me 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 me 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 me 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 me.

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 me, slick and hot, and I could feel her building, muscles tensing, breaths turning to pants.

She was grinding now, shameless, her nails scraping my scalp as she pulled me closer. "Please... don’t stop... I need..." Her words dissolved into sobs, and it fueled me, 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 me.

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 me—every time she looked down. She yelped, then melted, 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 came 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. "Come for me. Flood my fucking mouth."

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

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

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

Part of me wanted to flip her over and bury myself balls-deep, but seeing her like this flushed, wrecked, and undoubtedly mine, stirred something dangerous. Softness. Fuck, Nova was turning me 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 come over and over... if you be a good girl."