My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet-Chapter 89 DAYZZ

GRANT POV

There was nothing as therapeutic as throwing a few hard-packed punches before a day that was sure to be exciting; even if the recipient of my punches is a black, well-used punching bag.

Another thing that was exciting and hard right now is my bejeweled, overly pampered dick.

We’ve had too much fun since yesterday afternoon and all through the night. Even as I stood up from Nova’s side this morning, she looked peaceful and so damn angelic.

She was the only pure thing in my life, the only thing untouched by the darkness that seems to plague my world. And they’ve tried to touch her as well.

Oh, they’ve really tried.

But I had let them know Nova is not the one to play with. I’ve killed for her and I wouldn’t hesitate to take another life just so hers remains untouched.

Each time I see those demons hiding behind her eyes, I feel bad. I feel useless, like I couldn’t even do my only responsibility as a man over her. I’ve been trying my best to erase those shadows, but they keep lurking behind every silent gaze, every deep breath, every dream that ends with her crying and throwing a fit till she’s forced awake.

But thankfully, last night was one of the few times she’s had a smooth sleep. I’d even been tempted to take her from behind gently till she wakes up saying my name like it was her prayer for salvation.

To think I used to say I would never fall in love. To think I used to believe I can never love a person as much as I loved myself. But it seems we are all subject to change, and I pray this particular feeling doesn’t change.

I’m a grown man, and no matter how self-conscious I am or how vain I am, I do realize I’m no longer in my twenties. Even while I may try to live as if I’m still in such an era, I know I’m not younger. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

With Nova in my life, my life seems to be on the sane part of my nonsense and I couldn’t be more grateful.

The punching bag swung back from my last hit and I caught it mid-swing, steadying it. Sweat dripped down my chest, pooling at the waistband of my gym shorts. My knuckles ached as well but it’s a good ache, the type that reminded me I was still alive, still capable of protecting what was mine.

I felt like I was being watched. I whirled around, expecting Ivin or any of my three men allowed to sneak in anytime, only to come face to face with a sleepy head Nova.

"You should be resting." My lips twitched, but I bit back my smile. She looks so adorable all tousled up and still flustered from last night’s activities.

"If you were beside me, I would definitely rest more." Her hands went to her face to gently shake and rub the sleep from her eyes.

"We both know what we would be doing would be definitely far from resting." I quipped back as I removed the wrestling gloves from my hands and made my way toward her side of the room.

She was wearing one of my old college shirts, the fabric hanging off her shoulder, exposing the bite marks I’d left there hours ago. Her legs were bare, and I could see the faint bruises on her thighs from where I’d gripped her too hard. She didn’t seem to mind.

"Come to think of it, we’ve not fucked in the gym before." She bit her lip, her hands caressing her hair as her eyes met with mine, boldly teasing and flirting.

"We’re fucking everywhere now?" I couldn’t resist asking.

"Yeah. We’re christening every spot in this building and within this compound with our orgasms." She walked to me then, circled around so she’s at my back before hugging me from behind. Her small body frame and hands are a cute contrast to mine.

I felt her breasts press against my back, her nipples hard through the thin fabric of my shirt. Her breath was warm against my spine.

"But I won’t be able to look at any spot the same again," I teased her further.

"That’s the goal, baby." She quipped back as her wandering hands made their way toward my gym shorts. Before I could form a coherent thought, her hand was holding my rock-hard member.

"My nymph," I moaned in breathy sighs as her hand stroked me from my tip to my root, taking her time to hold me not too hard and not too soft either. It was a perfect moment.

Her thumb swiped across the head, spreading the precum that had already gathered there. She knew exactly what she was doing, she knew how to drive me crazy with just her touch.

This girl who’d been a virgin months ago was now stroking me like a professional, her confidence growing with each encounter.

With my eyes closed, I let her have full reins even though I’m tempted to just have my way with her instantly. But she insinuated this, so I’m letting her have her way.

Soon she came slowly to my front and sank to her knees while maintaining her gaze with mine. Watching her take all of me in her mouth and down her throat was something I can and would never get tired of. I let my hand fist in her soft hair, my own head tossed back as she took me to the back of her throat.

"Fuck!" I moaned out in a husky voice. I pray none of my men walk in on us in this situation because I might have to gauge their eyes out after firing them. So it’s for their protection as well as mine.

The little vibrating sound she made as she took me deeper in her throat added to the intensity of this whole activity. Her tongue worked magic along my shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder. She gagged slightly when I hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t pull away, she looked up at me with watery eyes and took me even deeper.

It wasn’t long before I released in short, warm spurts down her welcoming throat. She swallowed every drop, her throat working around me, milking me for everything I had.

"What else do you have planned for this space?" I asked her, still enjoying the view of her licking her lips like she just enjoyed a delicious home-cooked meal. Well, this is definitely home-cooked and everything about me has always been yummy and addictive. Pun fully intended.

"What else do you think I have planned?" She purred. Damn, my nymph is getting better at seducing, and I might be the one to teach her stuff, but now she sure as hell knows more than me.

She stood up slowly, deliberately, letting my shirt ride up to expose more of her smooth skin. The morning light streaming through the gym windows hit her just right, making her glow like some kind of sex goddess sent specifically to ruin me.

"I think I’m down for anything," I said, my voice still rough from the orgasm.

She walked over to the bench not far from me, sat down slowly like she was sitting on me, then she spread her legs in a giant V facing me. No panties. Of course no panties.

"Anything?" She purred more throatily as she dipped a finger inside her core, then put the same finger inside her mouth, tasting herself.

Fuck me.

My dick, which had just been thoroughly satisfied, twitched with interest again. How the hell was I ready for round whatever-number-we’re-on-now? This girl had me acting like I was twenty-five again, insatiable and reckless.

"Hell yeah," I growled, already moving toward her.

She smiled that wicked little smile that promised trouble and pleasure in equal measure. Her fingers went back down between her legs, circling slowly, putting on a show just for me.

"Then get on your knees, Mr. Calloway," she commanded, her voice breathy but firm. "It’s my turn."

I’ve never gotten on my knees for anyone. Not in business, not in life, definitely not in bed. But for Nova? I’d get on my knees every damn day if it meant seeing that look in her eyes, half challenge, half need.

I dropped to my knees in front of the bench, positioning myself between her spread thighs. She smelled like sex and sleep and something uniquely her. My hands gripped her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the bench.

"Yes, ma’am," I murmured against her inner thigh, kissing my tattoo decorating them before biting down gently.

She gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Stop teasing."

"But that’s my favorite part," I said, trailing my tongue up her thigh, deliberately avoiding where she wanted me most.

"Grant—"

"Say please."

"Please," she whimpered, and fuck if that sound didn’t go straight to my dick.

I gave her what she wanted, my tongue finally making contact with her core. She was already so wet, so ready, and I wondered if giving me head had turned her on this much or if she’d been touching herself before coming to find me.

Either way, I was going to make her scream my name loud enough that the entire estate knew exactly what we were doing in this gym.

Christening it, just like she wanted.