We stared at each other. Shock spread through me. Andy roughly pulled me in for one last kiss before getting up quickly and pulling on his jeans and top and walking out the bedroom. My heart sunk and I cuddled back down under the duvet. I could still here his voice.
"Gemma! How was your day?" He said.
"Oh my god so long!" She huffed, "Is it too early to start on the wine?"
"Yes! You have work again tomorrow," Andy laughed.
"True," she laughed, "How's Sam?"
"Asleep most of the day," he replied, "I gave her a sleeping pill because she woke up screaming."
"Those assholes," Gemma cursed, "To think they could have taken her purity kills me. I'll probably be up most of the night with her then."
"Erm no," Andy coughed, "Seeing as she is comfortable in my bed I'll let her stay in there."
Gemma snorted, "It was weird earlier. Her in your bed it was almost as if....she belonged there."
My heart stopped. I was staying in Andy's bed all night and the potential for him to lay next to me. And Gemma said I looked like I belonged there. Maybe she understood. Ho. Ly. Shit. What if she knew all this time? Did she guess what we had done? Was she ok? I didn't want to lose her as my best friend.
"I'm just being stupid," she laughed.
Maybe not.
"Can I go see her?" She asked.
"Not right now," Andy replied, "Let her sleep for now. She's got to sleep it off before we eat dinner. Then she needs to move about a bit."
Oh you got me feeling like I've run a fucking marathon!
"Oh ok," Gemma said, "I got some work I gotta do so I'll be in the study if she wakes up."
"Ok Hun," Andy replied.
I heard her heels clicking as she walked along the corridor. She walked right past this room and I held my breath. She past the door and walked to the end where I heard a soft click as she closed the room. I then heard the sound of her music playing and I breathed a sigh of relief. Andy then entered the bedroom and closed and locked the door. He leaned against the wall watching me.
"T...t...thank you," I mumbled.
He smiled, "Its fine. But we shouldn't make a habit of it."
I blushed, "I know." I sighed, "It was probably like screwing a wooden plank anyway."
Andy leaned over me, "Don't you dare degrade yourself like that! I couldn't tell you the last time I had sex where I came once, let alone God knows how many times."
Andy pulled my lips towards his and held my head in his hands as our lips passionately danced. He bit my lip sending a shiver through my body. I wanted so much more. He picked me up effortlessly and he glided my legs to be wrapped around his waist. I could feel the erection growing in his crouch.
"Jesus! Again!" He sighed, "This is what you do to me woman!"
"I can't complain."
My fingers gripped his hair as he carried me into his bathroom. He had a massive glass shower which he walked us into and immediately turned it on before shoving me against the cold tile. I pulled off his lips and kissed his neck and shoulders.
"God I've wanted to do this for so long!" He moaned.
I looked at him, "Fuck me! So have I!"
I yanked his top off of him, making our movements quicker and more animalistic. As soon as his jeans were discarded, he drove straight into me and I tried to yowl in climax as his member stretched me and overfilled me, but his hand clamped over my mouth. He threw my hands above my head and commanded I keep them there before clutching my thighs and waist and pummelling in and out of me. Bored of the shower, we left the water running and instead he shoved me into the double vanity counter. He spread my legs before plunging back into me. I watched my face squeeze at the suddenness of his movement as he took me from behind.

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My Best Friend's Sexy Bachelor Of A Dad (Mature Content) (Complete)
RomanceSamantha and Gemma have been inseparable since they met at the age of three years old. They tell each other everything.....well.....almost everything. Andy Woodbridge is Gemma's father. A recently divorced father. Who Sam has the hots for. Who she h...