Craving My Best Friend's Dad

Her boyfriend hadn't answered a single call or text in two days.

Tessa wasn't surprised. After three years together, she was used to the long stretches of silence that always followed their misunderstandings. What worried her now was that she had no idea what she had done wrong this time.

The last time he ignored her for days was because she refused to hand over her inheritance funds to him, but she had given them to him. Done all he asked of her. Now that they were supposed to be making plans on how to invest the money in the businesses he had discussed with her, he was giving her the cold shoulder.

A frustrated sigh left Tessa. Damn, Dylan, and double damn her for missing him this terribly.

She couldn't bring herself to understand the reason her body suddenly craved his touch today. She wanted him so badly she felt she would burn if he didn't give her the mild pleasures he gave her with his finger, and the short minutes of his thickness inside of her. She attributed the weird hunger to the fact that she had been sex starved for the past few months.

Dylan had always been coming up with an excuse not to have sex with her. He was always busy, thinking, claiming he was working out a strategy for them that required his utmost focus without distractions. He had promised to make mad love to her once his plans worked out.

According to him, the next sex would be so hot because it was going to be a celebration of their welcome into a new beginning.

Tessa smiled. Dylan. Even though he acted irrationally sometimes. He was still her man, and she deeply loved him. But she was done waiting for him to come around. She made up her mind to go to him. She needed to release the desire that had been simmering inside her before she was utterly consumed by it.

On her way back home from work, she branched into a shopping mall to get Dylan's favorite cologne and a pack of condoms that would last for the night and beyond. She didn't care how much he'd refuse her. She would tease her way in until he succumbed to sleeping with her tonight. Her fingers didn't give her pleasure better than Dylan would. She needed him, buried deeply inside her.

She felt the area between her thighs pulsating as she imagined the sweetness that awaited her in Dylan's house tonight. She would make sure to get what she wanted.

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The front door was left ajar by the time she arrived. A smile graced her face. He was at home. She was welcomed into the living room by clothes sprawled out on the tiles, and for a second, she assumed Dylan was about to do his laundry. He was sometimes lazy about that chore, but she understood all that.

Slowly, she bent down and hurriedly picked up the clothes. On her way to his house, she had envisioned having hot sex on his couch. So it needed to be clear to achieve that. 

"Dylan." She called out as she bent to pick up the last piece of material on the tiles. She halted, stepping back to be sure of what she was seeing.

Lacy panties. She wore cotton, and these were even smaller than her XL size.

"Dylan." Her tone had become stern. She was still processing what could be happening as she ambled towards the bedroom. 

She called him again, but there was no response. Loud moaning sounds from the bedroom made her slow her angry strides. Skin was slapping against skin, a man groaning, and a woman yelling so badly that one would think she needed saving from the male.

Her feet grew cold and weak with each stride she took towards the doorpost. Her vision blurred when she glimpsed Dylan. Her Dylan. He was naked, shoving his length into another woman's ass-a brunette she had never seen in her life.

A cold wave of confusion swept through her. Had she missed her way? She wiped her eyes with her thumb to be sure, and there, it was true. The brunette's soft moans blended with his grunts as he drove ferociously into her from behind.

Tessa's shoulders slackened, the pack of condoms and cologne falling out of her hands. He never fucked her like that. Never.

"Fuck, I have missed this so much, Dylan." The brunette's breasts bounced with every hard stroke. Her body was jiggling as she writhed beneath Dylan. "You are so perfect, Dylan. Oh, you always fuck me so good."

"Your ass is my favorite thing in the world." He slid out of her for a second, slamming back into her immediately.

She remained there, feeding her eyes with her boyfriend's sins, unsure what to do. She had come to him for this, but he was right there, satisfying another woman, while he had been lying to her all this time about working on a strategy that required his body and soul.

Her heart shattered. Hard. She tried to move, but her feet were rooted to the floor. Unyielding.

A deep ache coursed through her, numbing her insides. The insane arousal she had been feeling moments ago drained away from her. She stood there, too dead to react.

She trusted him with her life. Gave him all she had body and soul, but it was clear all they shared had been a lie the whole time. He had lied that she was the only one.

"Do you fuck Tessa like this, too?" The brunette's screams pierced Tessa's ears. But she stayed to listen to more, to know how much lie he had told her. "Oh, please,"

"No," Dylan responded without hesitation. "I don't fuck that bitch like this. Her pussy is always so dry. She's just a worthless fat pig who thinks I love her."

Tessa wondered how funny her life must have been. The brunette was laughing hysterically as he flipped her over, baring her front to him. Her whole life had been a joke-a lie.

"Now that we have the money, what's your plan? When are we moving away from Bally?"

"Oh, Grace. Can we talk about that later?" He started jerking, his body slacking against hers. "I am all about this for now." His voice thinned out.

Tessa understood that was his ideal posture whenever he was about to reach orgasm. She had seen it a few times. Five times in their three years of relationship. What was more painful was that he didn't jerk himself to come as he'd normally do with her.

He came on his own accord. The brunette had driven him to orgasm, but she had never. He never even gave her the chance to. He was always eager to thrust into her for a few seconds and toss her aside like she meant nothing.

She should have known. There were signs, but she chose to ignore them. She was blinded, too blinded by her love for him.

"And..." When he had recovered, Dylan turned her over again, steadying her on the table. He was about to enter her when his eyes landed on Tessa, and he halted mid-thrust. "Tessa?" He called. Something flashed in his eyes, but it wasn't regret.

That was all she needed to see before moving away from his doorpost. She had watched enough of the free pornography they offered her. 

Sharp, stabbing pains tore through her as she walked briskly out of the house, expecting that Dylan would follow her to beg her, but she heard no movements.

None at all to console her and make her believe that all three years with him were not a lie.

She entered the streets, eyes glossy with burning, hot tears, still hoping that he would call her back and reach for her, but he never did. She flagged down a cab, slipped in, and glanced back, but there were no traces of Dylan coming for her.

"Where to, ma'am?" The cabman asked, staring at her sorry self through the rearview mirror.

She had no address in mind. He could drive her wherever he wanted for all she cared. "Anywhere. Just take me anywhere." The sob she'd been trying to hold in for long dropped.

The cabman seemed to understand her frustration, so he kicked the car and drove away. As the car sped out of Dylan's street that afternoon, Tessa knew the end had come for them, but she wouldn't leave him without taking back everything he'd taken from her.

"Fuck you, Dylan." Her sobs dissolved into a fat fold of tears. She loved him a few hours ago, but now, she hates him so much.

Her hatred didn't just end with Dylan. It extended to all men. The ones she knew now, and the ones she was yet to meet.

Fuck them all. Fuck them.