My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet-Chapter 25 How Much I Want It

Nova POV

It didn’t take long before Grant showed up, but by then my head was overflowing with every possible disaster scenario of how the rest of that meeting could have gone.

Would Grant really be able to sway them?

Or is my internship gone just like that? because I chose to be the dumbest fool alive?

He stepped into the office, locked the door firmly, and instructed the new secretary that he didn’t want a single disturbance for the next hour. One hour. My heart sank.

Everyone had seen me walk in here with him. Even if no one suspected anything before, this was more than enough fuel for speculation.

"How was it?"

I asked softly like a dutiful housewife, pretending calm, though my trembling voice betrayed me. Grant either didn’t notice, or worse, he noticed and chose to ignore me.

No response.

He slipped off his suit jacket and hung it neatly on the stand by the door. Everything in his office was pristine, perfectly arranged. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he had OCD. But right now? That was the furthest thing on my mind.

"Grant?"

Still no response.

Maybe the meeting was worse than I feared.

"Mr. Calloway—"

He lifted his hand, silencing me instantly.

"Massage my shoulder."

He flexed his muscles, sitting on one of the guest chairs and reclining like a king waiting for service.

I didn’t hesitate. My hands moved automatically. After all, I’d been doing this since I was a kid—thank you, godmother, champion of child exploitation.

A deep sound rumbled from his throat. "Hmm." The tension melted under my fingers, but my own stayed knotted tight.

If I get sacked from this internship, what then? Will my professor let me transfer? Does it even count? Is it an automatic carryover? Will the school notify my scholarship sponsors? Will I have to go crawling back to my godmother’s house?

A warm, scarred hand covered mine, dragging me back to the present.

"Easy there, Nymph."

Blood rushed to my face. I hadn’t realized how hard I was digging into his shoulder. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"I’m sorry—"

"It’s okay. I know you like it hard and rough."

Normally, I’d find that funny but right now, with my whole life on the line? Not so much. He still hadn’t given me a single word about the meeting.

And now... was he actually relaxing? Was this man seriously about to nap while I spiraled into an emotional coma?

I stopped massaging and stepped around the chair, boldness coming from the pit of desperation itself.

"Grant."

I tapped his arm lightly. No response. I tapped again and suddenly his arm snaked out, dragging me between his legs.

He pulled me onto his lap like I belonged there, the hard bulge under me making my heart slam against my ribs.

"Have you been asked to stop?"

"No, but—"

"No buts with me, Nymph. You obey my instructions or you face the consequences. There’s no in-between."

I swallowed hard and nodded. Tried to stand to resume my massage, but his heavy hands locked around my waist, keeping me trapped.

"It’s already too late for that. But we can test your obedience... through other methods."

His growl hit my ear, warm breath tickling, shooting fire straight to the core between my legs.

How can a man be this sinfully, masterfully delicious without even trying?

My body betrayed me by shivering, moving unconsciously under his touch, begging for more.

His hand trailed up from my thighs, to my hips, to my waist, then higher, grazing the side of my breast, before curling at my neck. My head fell back instinctively, exposing my throat like I wanted to be devoured.

"Grant..."

My voice came out sultry, smoky and definitely not mine.

"My Nymph."

His voice dropped so low I felt the vibration thrum through my pussy. His lips brushed behind my ear, fire against skin, and just as my mind melted into the beautiful haze of desire.

He stopped.

"Why?" I whined, shameless like a spoiled princess denied her toy.

"Why what?" His tone teased.

"Why stop?"

"Stop what?" His fingers hovered over my lips.

"Stop this... I want more."

The words fell out like a confession, or maybe possession.

He smiled. "Then show me how much you want it."

That was all the permission I needed. A switch flipped in my brain. Then all logic was gone, replaced by hunger.

I shifted as if possessed by another version of me, straddling him fully, and crashed my mouth against his.

His smug grin only fueled me. I sucked at his bottom lip, then his top, sliding my tongue past his lips, tangling with his as I rocked my drenched core against the thick bulge beneath me.

If he wanted proof, I’d give him proof.

I grabbed his hands, pulled them around my waist, then cupped his face, deepening the kiss until heat fogged every corner of my brain. My dress slid higher, bunched at my waist, leaving my bare thighs free to grind against his pants—leaving no doubt I’d soak right through.

When he didn’t take control, I bit his bottom lip hard. That did it.

He took over. One hand tangled in my hair, the other squeezed my ass painfully, his hips thrusting up to meet mine.

My fingers went straight for his belt, with a quick and precise move. His buckle came undone, and I freed his cock into my hand. The hard and heavy sensation gives me much pleasure and satisfaction.

He groaned when I stroked him. I slid down his legs, sinking to my knees without breaking eye contact. His grey eyes burned, darkened, as I wrapped my lips around him.

Deja vu. Just like the first time—except this time, I was in control.

I took him deep, moaning around him, my throat stretching. His hand reached for my head, but I stopped him with a shake.

No—this was mine. He asked me to show him, and I would.

I swallowed him down, faster, deeper, my hand cupping his balls, massaging gently until his breath grew ragged.

"Fuck," he groaned, fists clenching on his thighs.

I smirked around his cock.This is my victory.

His body tensed, his cock twitching in my throat. He was close.

"Nymph."

I nodded, holding his gaze. And then he came—hot, heavy, pulsing down my throat. I swallowed it all, not letting a drop escape.

When it was done, I rose, shaky on my legs, wiping my mouth. What now? Do I walk away like last time?

Grant’s smirk told me otherwise.

"Nice one, Nymph. Now it’s my turn."

He stood, his hand clamping around my neck like a collar. My eyes fluttered, dilated with pleasure at the pressure.

"Let’s see if you can handle this."

I pressed myself against him, needy. "Let’s see."

His lips curved darkly. "Let’s see, Nymph."

In a blur, he spun me, bending me over the desk, his grip still firm at my throat. My dress unzipped, sliding off my shoulders before pooling on the floor. My panties ripped away and shoved between my lips, gagging me.

A sharp smack landed on my ass, and I cried out, muffled.

Then I felt him, hard and thick, sliding through my soaked folds, parting me.

And then he stopped.

The unyielding barrier of my virginity halted him.

Everything froze.