MY FATHER’S BEST FRIEND RUINED ME! 3

Chapter 3

 Lila’s POV

Oh fuck I cannot do this I cannot walk into his house after everything he saw me do on camera

I kept arguing with my parents the whole way down the stairs and out to the car even though I knew it was pointless because they never changed their minds once they decided something, especially when it came to me staying home alone at night. 

My bag felt heavy on my shoulder as I climbed into the backseat still trying to talk them out of it but Mom was already starting the engine and Dad was checking his phone for hospital updates. 

The drive stretched out forever in the dark with rain starting to patter against the windows and all I could do was stare out at the passing streetlights while my mind replayed that frozen moment on the call over and over. 

Logan’s thick cock in his hand veins bulging along the shaft pre-cum shining at the tip his head tilted back in pleasure right before his eyes snapped open and locked on mine. 

I shifted in my seat pressing my thighs together because even now with shame burning through me my pussy gave a slow throb at the memory. 

He watched me fuck myself senseless for months calling him Daddy spreading my legs and moaning like a whore while my big tits bounced and my juices ran down the toy. 

Now I am going to his place like nothing happened like I did not just see the real thing he strokes when he tells me to go deeper.

The car finally pulled up in front of his building and the rain had picked up hard by then soaking the pavement and making everything look blurry through the windshield. 

My heart sank straight into my stomach because this was really happening and there was no way out of it. 

Dad turned around in his seat and told me he had already called Logan so they would not need to come inside with me since they were late for the hospital. 

I nodded without saying much because my throat felt too tight and I grabbed my bag before stepping out into the downpour. 

Cold rain hit my skin through my clothes making my tank top cling to my heavy tits and my shorts stuck to my ass and thighs as I walked up to the door. 

My heart was pounding right at my mouth by the time I knocked once and the door swung open almost immediately.

Logan stood there filling the doorway with just a towel wrapped low around his hips and water still dripping down his bare chest from the shower he must have just taken. 

His muscles looked tight under the hallway light and droplets ran down his stomach disappearing into the edge of the towel. 

I lost every single word I had planned to say. 

My eyes dropped for half a second to the way the towel bulged in front and I remembered exactly how massive his cock had looked on camera, thick and heavy with that fat head and I had to force myself to look back up at his face. 

Do not think about it Lila, do not picture him stroking it, do not remember how wet you got when you saw it.

Everything felt so awkward between us already and my wet clothes were making it worse because I could feel my nipples hardening from the cold rain pressing against the thin fabric.

“Come in so you can get out of those wet clothes before you catch something,” he said, his voice low and rough like he was trying to sound normal but it came out strained.

I just nodded without speaking because I did not trust my voice right then and followed him inside. 

He walked me down the hall to the guest room keeping a careful distance like he did not want to brush against me. 

When we reached the door I kept my eyes on the floor.

“You don’t need to walk me to the bathroom” I said under my breath slowly. 

He agreed quickly and left me standing there alone in the room with the sound of rain hitting the windows outside. 

The second the door clicked shut I let out a shaky breath and stripped off my soaked tank top and shorts dropping them in a pile on the floor. 

My body still felt sensitive from the interrupted call earlier, my pussy lips puffy and my clit aching every time I moved. 

I wrapped a towel around myself and headed straight into the attached bathroom turning the shower tap on full blast.

The water came out scalding hot burning across my skin like fire the second it hit me and I screamed loud jerking back so fast I nearly slipped on the tile. 

The noise brought heavy footsteps running down the hall and before I could even grab the towel properly Logan barged into the room without knocking his eyes wide with concern. 

“Ahhh!! What the fuck are you doing?” 

I yelled at him, scrambling sideways toward the bed and snatching the towel I had laid out earlier to cover my naked body as fast as I could, as if he had not seen it worse before.

My heart raced and my cheeks burned hot while I clutched the fabric tight against my tits and between my legs trying to hide how hard my nipples were and how slick I still felt down there.

“I am sorry,” he said, breathing heavily, his eyes averted now as he stood just inside the door. 

“I heard you scream and thought something was wrong. I did not think I just ran in.”

He turned to walk out but I called him back. 

“Hmm—wait, I  can’t get the temperature right,” I stammered, my voice shaky. “The water’s still too hot and I don’t know how to fix it without burning myself again.”

Logan didn’t say a word. He just walked straight into the bathroom, reached past me, and started turning the knobs. 

The sound of rushing water changed as he adjusted them carefully. 

After a moment he called out, “Come here, Lila. Check this.”

Still clutching the towel tightly around my body, I stepped inside. 

Steam curled around us as I leaned past him and stretched my hand under the spray. Warmth hit my palm, not scalding anymore.

“It feels better now,” I murmured, nodding. “Warm but not boiling.”

I pulled back, but my foot slipped on the wet tile. Everything happened in a blur.

Logan’s arms shot out instantly. “Whoa—!” He caught me around the waist and yanked me upright before I could fall. 

My body slammed against his wet chest. 

The towel slipped completely in the struggle and dropped to the floor with a soft thud.

For several long, dangerous seconds, neither of us moved.

My heavy breasts pressed fully against his hard chest, my nipples dragging across his skin. 

I felt a sharp spark shoot straight down to my core. His heat was everywhere. 

Only his towel separated us now, and I could feel my pussy throbbing hard at the contact, remembering exactly how thick and veined his cock had looked earlier.

My hands gripped his shoulders without thinking. 

My breath caught. “Logan…” The word came out shaky, half shame, half something much hotter twisting low in my belly.

I finally pushed away, bending quickly to snatch the towel off the floor and wrap it around myself again with trembling hands. 

My cheeks burned. “I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to.

Logan immediately looked away, his voice rough. “No, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have…” 

He stepped back toward the door, jaw tight, breathing uneven. His hand gripped the edge of the sink so hard his knuckles turned white, like he was fighting himself. 

His chest still rose and fell fast from where I’d been pressed against him.

I turned to leave the bathroom, my heart hammering.

But before I could take another step, Logan’s hand shot out. 

He grabbed me and slammed me back against the wall with controlled force.

“You’re quite bold, Lila,” he whispered, voice low and dangerous, lips brushing dangerously close to my neck. 

His breath was hot against my skin.

Lila’s body reacted before her mind could catch up, arching into him, fingers digging into his shoulders again as a soft, needy sound escaped her throat.