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My Best Friend's Daughter	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 38100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Whoo, this is a story I've been excited to get back to. Let's just say that a revelation in this chapter will reveal some of the more underlying elements of the story that I've been cooking up since its inception.

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He laid back in the bed, sighing. She crawled onto the mattress after him, a glint in her eye, a smile on her face.

“Can I suck your dick, Sasuke?” Himawari asked the question in such an blatantly innocent way.

Sasuke silently shook his head; she took it to be a rejection, until he opened his mouth.

“Himawari… when are you going to learn that you don’t even need to ask those questions?”

She felt something stir in her chest. Her smile widened.

He leaned back, spreading his legs slightly. Himawari positioned herself like a cat, purring and cooing, blue eyes wide as she squeezed her body in between his legs. Her face was mere inches away from his cock, and by God did she enjoy just looking at it.

However, she had every intention to do much more than look at it. Starting… now.

A simple lick started it. Himawari moaned as his masculine taste flooded her mouth. She went back for another lick, then a third, sensually running her tongue alongside his thick shaft.

She smiled, kicking her legs happily behind her as she continued to go down on him. Now she was done with the licks—instead she drew back slightly, then quite calmly took the tip of his member into her warm and waiting mouth.

“Mmmph!” She moaned around his cock. Bobbing her head up and down, placing one of her hands around the base of his shaft, the other clutching his thigh for leverage.

Now it was Sasuke’s turn to moan. He slid both of his hands into her silky, indigo hair, fingers clutching the blue strands tautly.

There was something so quaint, so beautiful about it. Himawari was an angel. To see an angel defile herself by sucking his cock was something that just couldn’t be matched.

He let her go at it for another moment, but then he put a stop to it. It was easy enough. He simply pulled her off of his cock… kicking, screaming, moaning, desperately trying to lick his shaft while she still could.
“Enough of that,” Sasuke said.

The Uchiha shoved her onto her back.

He was on her in a millisecond. Himawari moaned as he settled between her thighs, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

Sasuke grasped the base of his cock, and then—

His phone rang.

He sighed.

Very few people had his phone number, and anyone who would call him tended to have a damn good reason. He had to answer it.

“Hold on a second, Himawari.”

She opened her mouth to whine, but he pressed a finger against her lips. He rubbed his cock against her belly suggestively. She got the memo—a phone call didn’t mean they had to stop.

He reached over to the side, to the nightstand, grabbing the vibrating phone off of it. He put it to his ear after pressing the ‘answer’ button.

“Hello?”

“... Papa…?”

Sasuke frowned. “What did you need?”

He heard Sarada audibly gulp over the other end. “I need to talk to you about something.”

“Then you can talk.”

One hand held the phone against his ear, one hand was over Himawari’s mouth. He couldn’t exactly stop Himawari as she reached a hand down, wrapping around it around his shaft and stroking his cock hard and fast.

He bit his lip, yet kept his composure.

“I’d rather talk in person. Are you at the house?”

“I am.”

“I’ll be home in five minutes or so. See you then, Papa. Bye.”

“Goodbye.” She hung up.

Himawari stared at him.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“It was Sarada, she…” Sasuke paused for a moment. “She called me and told me that she had something important to tell me; she said she’d be home in five minutes.”

She frowned. “That’s weird.” Her legs unwrapped from around his waist—she crawled forward, putting an arm around his shoulder and resting her head against his chest. “I’m sure it’s nothing important. I’ll just wait up here, alright?”

“Alright.” Sasuke nodded.

Himawari planted a chaste kiss on his cheek. He rubbed her back fondly for a moment, soaking in the warmth she provided. Then it was time to get up.

He eased himself off the bed, got dressed. Himawari simply laid on the bed, a smile on her face, still completely nude with arousal soaking the sheets.

Down the stairs and into the kitchen he went, not looking any worse for wear. It was time to wait.

He repressed a shiver. Looking around, he saw nothing out of the ordinary; the kitchen was immaculate. No dishes were in the sink, no cooking ingredients were out. If one pulled open the cabinets, they’d find most of them to be empty. Empty takeout boxes were in the trash.

Sasuke rubbed his head.

Finally, he heard the front door open. Sarada came into the kitchen, a calm look on her face. She was dressed normally, all red, a virtual mirror of her mother at the same age minus his features.

He turned towards her. Sarada didn’t hesitate; she practically lunged forward, pulling Sasuke into a tight hug. He returned it just the slightest bit. A moment later and they seperated.

“What did you need to tell me?” Sasuke asked.

Sarada bit her lip. She lowered her gaze to the ground.

“I-I think… I think that Mama might be cheating on you.”

He tensed.

“What makes you think that?” he asked, his voice quiet.

Sarada was shaking ever so slightly. He put a hand on her shoulder—just that one action alone seemed to inject his strength into her.

“Just… little things I’ve noticed,” she mumbled, so softly that he hardly heard her. “How she acts. Like, I go to the hospital when she says she’s working and she’s not there. I smell cologne on her when I know you don’t wear any.”

Sasuke closed his eyes. “Who is it?”

“I don’t know. I-I just…” Sarada’s eyes welled up. “I knew you and Mama were being a bit frigid with each other, but I didn’t think it would lead to that. I thought you two were—” She couldn’t finish the sentence.

She threw herself at him once more, sobbing into his shoulder. He put his arms around her, but his mind was racing.

“When did you start noticing these signs…?” he asked.

“A few months ago, I don’t r-remember exactly when…” Sarada’s voice was muffled by his shoulder.

Sasuke couldn’t articulate what he was feeling.

Months. She’d been cheating on him for months. Out there, fucking some other man while he was at home, or training, or meditating, or whatever it didn’t matter.

It was only recently that he’d begun his affair with Himawari. Sakura had been cheating on him for far longer than he’d been cheating on her. Did that make what he did okay?

No, it didn’t. He knew that.

At the same time—

He was pissed the fuck off. Completely and totally enraged.

It was only because of Sarada that he hadn’t already gone ballistic. Keeping his anger bottled up wasn’t exactly one of Sasuke’s strong suits. And this, this was something else.

“I need some time to think,” Sasuke murmured. “Just go out and clear your head. We can talk more about this later.”

Sarada continued to shake. “I-I—don’t be angry, Papa. Just take a deep breath, It’ll—”

“Give me time to think.” He said each word clearly and in such a calm tone that Sarada shivered.

Debate was not in the cards. She had to go, or he would make her go.

“Alright, Papa.” Sarada sniffled. “I’ll be back later.

She leaned up, kissing his cheek.

“D-don’t—don’t do something you’ll regret.”

Sarada tiptoed her way out, still shaking slightly. He heard the front door open and close soon after.

Sasuke wasted no time. He went through the house, up the stairs.

Already, he was taking off clothes. Slipping out of his shirt, his pants. By the time he got back to the master bedroom, he was totally naked.

Himawari looked up as he stepped into the room. There was something, a flash of concern, of fear at the look in her eyes.

Then he upon her.

Foreplay. That was just a word. Buildup? Non existent.

He took his big cock and he put it in her, without warning, without hesitation. She was still sopping wet, and he slid in easily.

Himawari moaned. She shuddered, she purred against him.

“Sasuke…”

She wound her arms around his neck, burying her face into his chest.

Sasuke grit his teeth. Rearing himself back, he counted to three, and then slammed himself deep inside of the youthful beauty.

“Oooh!” She convulsed against him for a moment, before coming to a halt. Her chest heaved up and down.

He withdrew from her, inch by inch, slow and at a torturous pace. He only stopped when just the tip of his cock was left inside of her. Then he slammed himself home once more.

Once again, she convulsed. She moaned. “Saaaassukke!” she ground out, throwing her head back and mewling.

His nostrils flared.

Rhythm, restraint, mercy—these words were not in his vocabulary at the time. He simply went after it.

He was driven by rage, and a dose of passion. It wasn’t fair to take out his frustration on any woman other than his wife, but at the same time, it wasn’t as if Himawari was complaining.

No, she was doing anything but. Shuddering against him. Her pussy clenching around his big dick.

Sasuke leaned down, still hammering away at her. She was moaning, begging for more. He forced his lips against hers, his arms holding her down at the shoulders. She couldn’t even return the kiss; all she did was moan into his mouth as he thrust into her.

He could feel her body buckling beneath the weight of his thrusts. He was so big, so big. Before he had been relatively gentle, but this was something else entirely.

She wouldn’t lie—it hurt; but it also felt so, so good. She couldn’t get enough of it. Every twinge of her pussy being stretched out was being counteracted by the waves and waves of pleasure that he forced upon her.
Himawari was so young, so innocent. Sasuke knew that she didn’t deserve to be fucked like a whore. She deserved tenderness, love, affection. Not a harsh pounding.

He couldn’t make himself stop though. She was too tight. Her body was too warm, too hot. Her lips were too soft. His anger wasn’t evaporating, but it was slowly being overtaken by passion.

Passion for her; Himawari. He didn’t love her, hell, he might not even like her. But pretending as if Sasuke didn’t enjoy fucking a beautiful (and tight) eighteen year old was simply ridiculous.

His cheating wife had done it first, but he’d cheated on her without knowing of her indiscretion. They were both in the wrong.

He didn’t care. It didn’t matter if he was wrong, or right, or anything. All he cared about was getting his fix of Himawari’s body, and working off some steam while he was at it.

“Fuck.” He pressed his forehead against hers. Their eyes were an inch apart, mismatched purple and black staring into bright blue. His irises were full of fury and passion; hers were glazed over.

Sasuke leaned back. He looked down at the riveting sight of his massive cock spearing into Himawari’s tight little cunt. His carnal instincts exploded and he slammed into her with another vicious thrust, completely beyond his control to stop.

He inhaled deeply; the stench of sex and sweat was all he could smell. His hands reached, grasping her tits, squeezing them in his palms. Himawari mewled. Another thrust, another buck of his hips, another spasm.
Another flash of red sent him into a frenzy. Harder, faster. Himawari’s cries of pleasure were indistinguishable from each other. Every thrust made her borderline convulse, her hair wiry and sweaty, her face flushed.

With a whimper rather than a moan, her cunt clamped around his shaft. She came with a passion. “Sasuke! Sasuke! Sasuke!” Chanting his name with every thrust. “Oh God, Sasuke!”

He paused.

Only for a second. Pulling out of her, grabbing her lithe body, flipping her over onto her belly.

Grasping her tight little ass with one hand, the base of his cock with the other, Sasuke found himself sinking back inside of her within moments. It was such a blissful feeling, her warmth and wetness so intoxicating.
She reached for a pillow to bite into, but he smacked it away.

“There’s no one in the house,” Sasuke said with a sneer. “None of the neighbors are going to hear you, but even if they do, I don’t care.”

Himawari got the memo.

As he began to hammer into her once more, her moans were let loose. Loud, broken, completely uninhibited.

His nostrils flared. With rage, passion, and a thousand other emotions inside of him, Sasuke knew that he couldn’t stop himself, even if he wanted to.

He could feel that tightening in his gut, that spring in his stomach wounding tighter and tighter. It was nearly time.

“Himawari,” he growled, both hands squeezing her ass tightly as he slammed into her again and again. Clap, clap, clap—his thighs smacked cleanly against her ass cheeks. “Oh fuck, Himawari.” He closed his eyes, flaring his nostrils again. “I’m going to cum inside of you; I’m going to cum inside of you.”

It wasn’t as if she could object, even if she was willing to. He was slamming into her so harshly, jolting her entire body; her moans and cries prevented her from getting a single word out… unless it was his name, moaned sultry by her plump lips.

The bedsprings squeaked, the headboard slammed against the wall. Himawari forced her head into the sheets, on the verge of shedding tears of joy as Sasuke fucked her.

He was getting closer and closer. Closer and closer. Closer and closer. Closer and closer.

Then he hit his peak.

“Aaaahhh.” He moaned.

With a loud grunt, he came.

The first time he came inside of her, he had been a drunken mess; hardly able to remember the encounter.

This time, the second time, was a wholly different experience. He would never forget this. The warmth of Himawari’s pussy, the beauty of her body, how lewd and disgustingly sexy her moans were.

Of course, all of that could not be topped by the feeling of cumming inside of her. Dumping a load inside of her; pumping her womb full of his warm and potent seed.

Sasuke’s hips were still as his cock spasmed inside of her, unloading string after string of semen into her. He was buried inside of her as far as he could go, with only an inch or so of shaft outside of her that he couldn’t quash in.

That inch didn’t mean much.

A creampie was a special thing, and Sasuke had put everything and more into this one. As his cum seeped into Himawari, she could feel warmth spreading throughout her body. It felt like a new beginning. Rebirth by cock.

She shook, clawing weakly at his arms. The light was leaving her eyes. Himawari shivered, spasmed one last time… then fell still.

The low rise and fall of her chest showed that she was still alive and breathing. Which was obvious, he hadn’t done anything other than blow her world and pump her womb full of cum.

Sasuke groaned. With another grunt, he pulled out of her.

Her limp body fell to the mattress. A few moments paused, and then a steady stream of his seed began to leak out of her.

He took a few deep breaths.

With that, all of his anger seemed to have evaporated.

Sasuke felt empty. There was no better way to put it.

His wife was cheating on him; did it even matter who it was with? He knew things could never be the same. How could he even look her in the eye? Talk to her? Share a bed, let alone a house with her?

Sasuke’s fingers twitched. He was almost tempted to go out and drink again that night, but he decided against it. Last time, he had been ‘fortunate’ enough to stumble along Himawari on his way home. There was no telling what he could get himself into.

Plus, what was the point?

He had Himawari to get rid of whatever pent up frustration he had. It was cruel, but Sasuke couldn’t think of a much better way to keep himself sane.

‘I can at least treat her right,’ Sasuke thought. ‘She’s a good kid; she deserves better.’

He fell onto his back, his chest slowly rising up and down. Himawari twitched slightly, still in la-la land.

Sasuke wasn’t sure what his next move would be. With Sakura, with Sarada, with anything. All he knew—all he knew was that he had a cheating wife, a beautiful young woman in love with his cock, and a whole lot of pent-up frustration.

Things were going to change, and Sasuke knew that he was going to be in the center of it. Only time would tell exactly what would happen.
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