“You’re not going to that party dressed like that,” Jason growled, his deep voice rumbling through the car like a warning.Y/n blinked up at him, her doe eyes wide with feigned innocence. “What’s wrong with my dress, Jason? It’s just a little short.”“A little short?” His grip tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. The black leather squeaked under the pressure. “You’re practically naked.”She tilted her head, her glossy lips forming a pout. “I’m just trying to look nice. Is that a crime?”Jason’s jaw clenched as his eyes flicked down to her outfit—a skimpy red dress that barely covered her ass, paired with thigh-high stockings that made her legs look impossibly long. The neckline plunged so low he could see the curve of her breasts, and the fabric clung to her body like a second skin. She was a fucking temptation, and she knew it.“You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/n,” he warned, his voice low and gravelly.Her lips curled into a sly smile. “Am I?”He didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled the car over to the side of a quiet, dimly lit road, the engine idling as silence settled between them. The only sound was the rhythmic tap of Y/n’s manicured nails against the window, her nails painted a sinful shade of red that matched her dress.She turned to him, her eyes dark with desire. “You’ve been staring at me all night, Jason. Why don’t you just admit it? You want me.”Jason’s breath hitched. “You’re your father’s daughter. I shouldn’t—”“But you do,” she interrupted, her voice soft but firm. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his thigh. The heat of her touch made him groan, his resolve crumbling with every second. “I see the way you look at me. Like you want to devour me.”He turned to her, his eyes blazing with a hunger he could no longer suppress. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”“Then show me,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “I’m not a little girl anymore, Jason. I’m yours.”---It had started months ago, subtle at first. Y/n had always been a daddy’s girl, clingy and sweet, but as she grew older, her attention shifted. She started dressing differently around Jason—low-cut tops, short skirts, heels that made her legs look endless. She’d sit too close to him on the couch, her thigh brushing against his, or lean over the kitchen counter, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. She played the innocent role flawlessly, batting her lashes and giggling like she had no idea what she was doing.But Jason knew better. He saw the way her eyes lingered on him, the way her cheeks flushed when he caught her staring. She was testing him, pushing his limits, and it was driving him insane.At first, he tried to ignore it. He was her father’s best friend, for Christ’s sake. She was just a kid, wasn’t she? But then she turned 18, and suddenly, she wasn’t a kid anymore. She was a woman—a stunning, confident, irresistible woman—and Jason couldn’t deny the attraction anymore.He’d tried to stay away, to keep his distance, but she made it impossible. Every time he came over, she was there, teasing him in that maddeningly innocent way of hers. And tonight, when her dad had asked Jason to drive her to a party, he’d agreed without thinking. Big mistake.The moment she stepped out of the house in that dress, Jason knew he was in trouble. She looked like sin incarnate, her curves on full display, her lips painted a deep red that made him want to kiss her until she couldn’t breathe. He’d tried to keep his eyes on the road, but every time he glanced at her, she was watching him, her eyes dark with something he didn’t dare name.Now, here they were, parked on the side of the road, the tension between them so thick it was suffocating. Y/n’s hand was still on his thigh, her fingers inching closer to the growing bulge in his pants. Jason’s heart pounded in his chest, his body screaming for release.“You’re playing with fire,” he growled, his voice rough with desire.“Then burn me,” she breathed, her eyes locked on his.That was all it took. Jason snapped. He grabbed her by the waist, yanking her across the center console and onto his lap. She gasped as her back hit the steering wheel, her dress riding up even higher. Jason’s hands were everywhere—on her thighs, her hips, her ass—and she moaned, arching into his touch.“You’ve been driving me fucking crazy, you little minx,” he growled, his lips crashing onto hers in a searing kiss. She responded eagerly, her tongue tangling with his, her hands fisting in his hair.Jason pulled back just enough to yank her dress down, revealing her bare breasts. They were perfect—soft and full, her nipples already hard with arousal. He cupped one in his hand, squeezing it roughly, and she whimpered, her hips grinding against his erection.“You want it, don’t you?” he rasped, his other hand sliding up her thigh and under her dress. He found her panties, already soaked, and tore them off in one swift motion. “You’ve been begging for this.”“Yes,” she moaned, her head falling back as his fingers slid between her folds. “Please, Jason. I need you.”He didn’t make her beg again. He unbuckled his belt, freeing his throbbing cock, and lifted her up, positioning her over him. She was tight—so impossibly tight—and when he pushed inside her, she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back against the seat. “You’re so tight.”She moaned, her body trembling as she adjusted to his size. “You’re so big,” she whimpered, her voice shaky.Jason gripped her hips, guiding her up and down his length. “That’s it, baby. Take it. Take every inch.”She obeyed, her movements growing more confident as the pleasure built. Jason’s hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, spanking her ass, pulling her closer with every thrust. She was everywhere, her scent, her taste, her heat overwhelming his senses.“Jason,” she gasped, her nails scratching down his chest. “I’m gonna—”“Come for me, baby,” he commanded, his voice rough and demanding.She shattered, her body convulsing around him as she screamed his name. The feeling was too much, and Jason followed her over the edge, his hips jerking as he spilled inside her, filling her with his seed.For a moment, they stayed like that, their heavy breaths the only sound in the car. Then Y/n looked up at him, her eyes dark with satisfaction.“I guess I’ll be late to the party,” she said, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Jason, a friend of Y/n’s father, was driving her to a party. He was visibly upset by how revealing her dress was and pulled over to the side of the road. They had sex in the car.

“You’re not going to that party dressed like that,” Jason growled, his deep voice rumbling through the car like a warning.

Y/n blinked up at him, her doe eyes wide with feigned innocence. “What’s wrong with my dress, Jason? It’s just a little short.”

__“A little short?”__ His grip tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. The black leather squeaked under the pressure. __“You’re practically naked.”__

She tilted her head, her glossy lips forming a pout. “I’m just trying to look nice. Is that a crime?”

Jason’s jaw clenched as his eyes flicked down to her outfit—a skimpy red dress that barely covered her ass, paired with thigh-high stockings that made her legs look impossibly long. The neckline plunged so low he could see the curve of her breasts, and the fabric clung to her body like a second skin. She was a fucking temptation, and she knew it.

__“You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/n,”__ he warned, his voice low and gravelly.

Her lips curled into a sly smile. “Am I?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled the car over to the side of a quiet, dimly lit road, the engine idling as silence settled between them. The only sound was the rhythmic tap of Y/n’s manicured nails against the window, her nails painted a sinful shade of red that matched her dress.

She turned to him, her eyes dark with desire. “You’ve been staring at me all night, Jason. Why don’t you just admit it? You *want* me.”

Jason’s breath hitched. __“You’re your father’s daughter. I shouldn’t—”__

“But you *do*,” she interrupted, her voice soft but firm. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his thigh. The heat of her touch made him groan, his resolve crumbling with every second. “I see the way you look at me. Like you want to devour me.”

He turned to her, his eyes blazing with a hunger he could no longer suppress. __“You have no idea what you’re asking for.”__

“Then show me,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “I’m not a little girl anymore, Jason. I’m *yours*.”

---

It had started months ago, subtle at first. Y/n had always been a daddy’s girl, clingy and sweet, but as she grew older, her attention shifted. She started dressing differently around Jason—low-cut tops, short skirts, heels that made her legs look endless. She’d sit too close to him on the couch, her thigh brushing against his, or lean over the kitchen counter, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. She played the innocent role flawlessly, batting her lashes and giggling like she had no idea what she was doing.

But Jason knew better. He saw the way her eyes lingered on him, the way her cheeks flushed when he caught her staring. She was testing him, pushing his limits, and it was driving him insane.

At first, he tried to ignore it. He was her father’s best friend, for Christ’s sake. She was just a kid, wasn’t she? But then she turned 18, and suddenly, she wasn’t a kid anymore. She was a woman—a stunning, confident, _irresistible_ woman—and Jason couldn’t deny the attraction anymore.

He’d tried to stay away, to keep his distance, but she made it impossible. Every time he came over, she was there, teasing him in that maddeningly innocent way of hers. And tonight, when her dad had asked Jason to drive her to a party, he’d agreed without thinking. Big mistake.

The moment she stepped out of the house in that dress, Jason knew he was in trouble. She looked like sin incarnate, her curves on full display, her lips painted a deep red that made him want to kiss her until she couldn’t breathe. He’d tried to keep his eyes on the road, but every time he glanced at her, she was watching him, her eyes dark with something he didn’t dare name.

Now, here they were, parked on the side of the road, the tension between them so thick it was suffocating. Y/n’s hand was still on his thigh, her fingers inching closer to the growing bulge in his pants. Jason’s heart pounded in his chest, his body screaming for release.

__“You’re playing with fire,”__ he growled, his voice rough with desire.

“Then burn me,” she breathed, her eyes locked on his.

That was all it took. Jason snapped. He grabbed her by the waist, yanking her across the center console and onto his lap. She gasped as her back hit the steering wheel, her dress riding up even higher. Jason’s hands were everywhere—on her thighs, her hips, her ass—and she moaned, arching into his touch.

__“You’ve been driving me fucking crazy, you little minx,”__ he growled, his lips crashing onto hers in a searing kiss. She responded eagerly, her tongue tangling with his, her hands fisting in his hair.

Jason pulled back just enough to yank her dress down, revealing her bare breasts. They were perfect—soft and full, her nipples already hard with arousal. He cupped one in his hand, squeezing it roughly, and she whimpered, her hips grinding against his erection.

__“You want it, don’t you?”__ he rasped, his other hand sliding up her thigh and under her dress. He found her panties, already soaked, and tore them off in one swift motion. __“You’ve been begging for this.”__

“Yes,” she moaned, her head falling back as his fingers slid between her folds. “Please, Jason. I need you.”

He didn’t make her beg again. He unbuckled his belt, freeing his throbbing cock, and lifted her up, positioning her over him. She was tight—so impossibly tight—and when he pushed inside her, she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.

__“Fuck,”__ he groaned, his head falling back against the seat. __“You’re so tight.”__

She moaned, her body trembling as she adjusted to his size. __“You’re so big,”__ she whimpered, her voice shaky.

Jason gripped her hips, guiding her up and down his length. __“That’s it, baby. Take it. Take every inch.”__

She obeyed, her movements growing more confident as the pleasure built. Jason’s hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, spanking her ass, pulling her closer with every thrust. She was everywhere, her scent, her taste, her heat overwhelming his senses.

“Jason,” she gasped, her nails scratching down his chest. “I’m gonna—”

__“Come for me, baby,”__ he commanded, his voice rough and demanding.

She shattered, her body convulsing around him as she screamed his name. The feeling was too much, and Jason followed her over the edge, his hips jerking as he spilled inside her, filling her with his seed.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their heavy breaths the only sound in the car. Then Y/n looked up at him, her eyes dark with satisfaction.

“I guess I’ll be late to the party,” she said, a sly smile playing on her lips.

A young woman, newly 18, uses her sexuality to tease her father's best friend, Jason, a muscular and dominant man in his late thirties.  She tests his limits with her skimpy outfits and innocent demeanor, ultimately leading to a heated encounter in his car where he takes her virginity and leaves her filled with his seed.

Fathers Best Friend's Filthy Secret

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