Chapter 3: What Daddy Wants, Daddy Gets

Elena stood rooted to her bedroom floor as she stared at Ryan and then at the extended tray.

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‎"Good morning, Mrs Elena. My mother said you skipped lunch yesterday, so I offered to bring up your breakfast for you. I hope I didn't disturb your rest".

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‎Ryan said. His eyebrow piercing glinting in the light.

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‎"Uhm, no. You... I... I was resting. I forgot to eat".

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‎Elena stuttered as she took the food tray from his hands and then proceeded to slam the door in his face.

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‎"I'm sorry, I still don't feel too well. Thank Felicia for me" she said from behind the shut door hoping he would hear her from the other side.

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‎It was bad enough that she was seeing him in her dream, almost f*****g him in her dream. But why would he show up at her door? The universe was definitely playing a sick game with her.

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‎She looked up to her ceiling, "can't you have pity on me? I'm just a girl" she whispered.

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‎Elena took the tray of food to her bedside table and sat in front of it, staring at the table. This was the room she shared with her husband. She didn't want to imagine someone else taking her on this same bed. "But you imagined Ryan, sucking you into oblivion" her dirty mind whispered back.

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‎"Of course I did!" Elena said aloud to no one in particular.

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‎Yes, yes, she imagined him, dreamt of him, pictured and desired the large length of his veiny c**k filling her up. But at ‎On the gym thread mill was Ryan. He wore nothing but a low hanging gym shorts. Sweat glistened on his broad back and rolled down onto his shorts.

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‎She could not see his face from her angle but, but what she could see was enough to make her stomach tie itself in knots. She stood transfixed as his back muscles rippled under his skin as he moved, running really fast.

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‎He had his headphones on, so he had not heard her come in.

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‎He hadn't even turned or reduced his speed, so Elena took it as a welcome view and leaned on the nearest wall, watching him.

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‎Elena felt the drool slip from her slightly open lips.

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‎Her n*****s hardened as she took in his tight ass as he ran.

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‎Her fingers went straight to her tight n*****s that stood erect like projectile bullets.

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‎She moaned at the sensation, thankful that he had not noticed her presence.

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‎She slipped backwards, further into the shadows until she leaned on the door.

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‎Covered by the darkness of the shadows, Elena felt safer and continued squeezing her breast.

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‎She continued to watch him, his biceps flexing as he worked out.

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‎RYAN'S POV

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‎Ryan noticed her immediately she ran into the gym room. He had almost gone on his knees and begged his mother to let him bring her breakfast up for her. Elena was a damn beautiful woman.

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‎With perky t**s and slim waist that went down to the most beautiful bouncy ass he had ever seen in a woman.

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‎When he had seen her the first time, she looked so flustered, he had smelt her arousal, and he could not place whether it was for him or for someone else.

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‎Either way, the pure sight of her body, her voluminous lips, and blue dope eyes, it took everything in him not to pin her against the kitchen counter and f**k with his mother watching.

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‎Ryan had always gotten whatever girl he wanted, he didn't need to try hard to woo the ladies.

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‎They always came to him. Little cunts begging for the tip of his c**k. But he was a picky eater. Not just any girl got the privilege of getting f****d by him.

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‎Ryan went to bed that night wondering how the fu'ck someone like Alex could get a hot girl like Elena. It was very clear that she was not getting a good fu'ck.

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‎If only she would give that pretty ass to him and watch him fu'ck her till she was satisfied. He had only been here for a day but he had f****d himself four times.

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‎Everytime he closed his eyes he saw her face, with her eyes closed, writhing under him and cumming multiple times. He imagined her voice and how it would sound if she moaned his name.

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‎After dropping her breakfast and seeing her look so breathtaking, her breast jiggling under her top begging for his hands to grab them.

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‎He was thankful that she slammed the door in him or he would have had a hard time leaving her door.

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‎He had run downstairs to his room with his hand on his growing hard-on and taken a very cold shower and it still didn't work to calm him down.

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‎He still wanted her lips on his c**k. Still wanted to dive his tongue into her p***y and suck her like a hungry child.

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‎Ryan ran to the gym to work out his horny feelings, only for her to walk in here too.

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‎What she didn't know was that there was a small obscure mirror in front of his thread mill that gave him full view of everything behind him, including her as she pinched her breast through the fabric of her night shirt.

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‎"She's watching me and playing with herself. I'll give her something to watch" Ryan said softly as he reduced the speed of his thread mill till it stopped and he came down from it.

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‎He picked up a dumbbell, still not facing her, he took a seat on a bench and began to work out, flexing his arm muscles and giving her a show.

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‎He kept his eyes on the mirror as he watched her hands go from her breast down to the waist band of her pyjamas shorts.

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‎Ryan felt his mouth water and still go dry at the same time. His d**k stood at attention, becoming painfully obvious, and poking through his workout shorts.

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‎"Fu'ck" Ryan said out loud.

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‎He couldn't hold himself back anymore. He didn't care if she was married to a CEO or the president.

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‎He wanted her, needed to f**k her. And whatever he wanted, he always got.