CHAPTER 0015- Daddy's not done

Jenna’s car pulled away and the house went quiet again.

I was still on the couch, half-dressed, thighs sticky, the taste of her still on my tongue mixed with him. Elias stood over me, shirt open, pants still undone, looking down like he was deciding what to do with the mess we’d just made.

“You good?” he asked.

I nodded. My voice came out rough. “Yeah.”

He didn’t smile. Just reached down, hooked his hands under my knees, and dragged me to the edge of the couch until my ass was barely on the cushion. Then he pushed my legs open wider and looked at the mess between them — his cum, mine, the shiny slick left from everything that had just happened.

“She tasted you,” he said, almost to himself. “And you let her.”

I swallowed. “You told me to.”

“I know.” He dragged two fingers through the wetness and pushed them back inside me slowly. I clenched around them on instinct. “Didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

He fucked me with his fingers for a minute, watching my face, curling them until my hips started moving on their own. Then he pulled them out, wiped them on my inner thigh, and shoved his cock back in with one hard thrust.

The stretch punched a sound out of me. He was thicker like this, after already coming once, still so hard it almost hurt in the best way. He didn’t go slow. Just gripped my hips and started fucking me deep and steady, the wet sound of it loud in the empty house.

“That’s it,” he muttered. “Take it. You’ve been full of strangers and still this tight for me.”

I moaned and reached up for him. He caught my wrists and pinned them to the couch above my head, holding me there while he thrust. Every stroke dragged against that spot inside me that made my vision blur. I could still smell Jenna’s perfume on the cushion next to my face. The wrongness of it only made everything sharper.

“You’re gonna come again,” he said, voice low. “On my cock. After she just had her mouth on you. Say it.”

“I’m gonna come on your cock,” I whispered.

“Whose cock?”

“Daddy’s.”

He groaned and fucked me harder. The couch creaked under us. I came fast, shaking, wrists still pinned, pussy clenching around him in hard pulses while he kept driving into me. He didn’t stop. Just rode me through it until I was twitching and oversensitive, then pulled out sudden.

“Turn over.”

I flipped onto my stomach. He yanked my hips up, shoved a cushion under them, and sank back in from behind. This angle was deeper. I buried my face in the couch and took every thrust while he gripped my ass with both hands.

“Look at this,” he said, almost angry with how much he wanted it. “My daughter’s best friend, freshly fucked by a stranger, still dripping, and still begging for more with that greedy little cunt.”

I pushed back to meet him. He slapped my ass hard enough to sting, then did it again on the other side. The heat of it bloomed under my skin. He reached around and rubbed my clit while he pounded into me, rough circles that matched his thrusts.

I came a third time with his name in my mouth — not Elias, just *Daddy* — broken and desperate. He followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and filling me again, hips grinding like he was trying to push it as deep as it would go.

We stayed locked together for a long minute, both breathing hard. Sweat cooled on my back. His hand stroked down my spine once, almost gentle, before he pulled out slow.

I felt the immediate warm leak of him. He watched it for a second, then pushed two fingers back inside me, holding his cum in.

“Leave it,” he said. “I want you walking around the rest of the day like this.”

I nodded into the cushion, too wrecked to argue.

He finally stepped back and fixed his clothes. I stayed where I was, ass up, thighs shaking, the evidence of everything slowly dripping out of me onto the same couch Jenna had knelt on less than an hour ago.

Elias looked at me for a long moment.

“She’s going to come back someday,” he said quietly. “That delivery girl. You know that, right?”

I swallowed. “Yeah.”

“And when she does…” He didn’t finish the sentence. Just let it hang there, heavy and open.

Then he leaned down, kissed the back of my shoulder, and left me on the couch with his cum still inside me and the house still empty around us.

I didn’t move for a long time.

Part of me was already waiting for the next knock on the door.