CHAPTER 003- Don't stop

I couldn’t sleep after he left.

My body was still buzzing. Every time I shifted, I felt how wet I still was, the slick mess between my thighs. I kept replaying the way he’d said *Daddy*. The way his fingers had stretched me. The way he’d licked them clean like it was nothing.

I must of dozed off at some point because the next thing I knew, the door was opening again.

It was later. Darker. The house completely quiet.

Elias stepped inside and locked the door this time. The soft click made my stomach flip.

“You left it unlocked again,” he said, voice low.

I sat up a little, heart already racing. “I know.”

He walked over slow, pulling his shirt off as he came. Even in the dark I could see the shape of him. Broad chest, the faint line of hair trailing down his stomach. He dropped the shirt on the floor and reached for his belt.

“Last night was just a taste,” he said. “You still sure?”

“Yes.”

He shoved his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick and already hard, and I swallowed. I’d felt his fingers. This was bigger.

He climbed onto the bed and pushed my knees apart without asking. My panties were still shoved to the side from earlier. He looked down at me, open and dripping, and exhaled hard.

“Fucking hell, Riley.”

He didn’t go slow this time. He leaned down and dragged his tongue straight up my center, slow and filthy, tasting everything. My hips jerked. A small sound slipped out of me.

“Quiet,” he muttered against me. “Chloe’s not home but the walls aren’t that thick.”

I bit my lip hard as he licked me again, deeper this time, tongue pushing inside before sliding up to suck on my clit. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open. He ate me like he’d been thinking about it all day. Wet, hungry sounds filled the room. My fingers twisted in the sheets.

“Daddy—” The word came out broken.

He groaned against me and sucked harder. Two fingers pushed inside while his mouth stayed on my clit, and I almost lost it right there. He fucked me with his fingers the same way he had last night, curling them, finding that spot that made my legs shake.

“You taste so fucking good,” he said, voice rough. “Been thinking about this tight little cunt all day at work.”

I whimpered. He licked me faster, fingers thrusting deeper. The pressure built quick, too quick, and I tried to warn him but the orgasm hit before I could. My back arched and I came on his tongue, thighs clamping around his head, trying so hard not to cry out.

He didn’t stop. He kept licking me through it until I was twitching and oversensitive. Only then did he pull back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

He moved up my body, cock dragging wet against my thigh. He braced himself over me, the head of him nudging against my entrance.

“You ready for me?” he asked.

I nodded, breathless. “Please.”

He pushed in slow. Just the head at first. The stretch burned in the best way. I was soaked but he was thick, thicker than I’d expected, and my mouth fell open on a silent gasp as he sank deeper.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “So fucking tight.”

He bottomed out with a low groan and stayed there for a second, buried all the way inside me. I could feel him throbbing. My hands gripped his shoulders.

Then he started moving.

Deep, steady thrusts that pushed the air out of my lungs every time. The bed creaked softly. He kept one hand over my mouth when I got too loud, the other braced by my head. His eyes stayed on mine the whole time.

“This what you wanted?” he asked, voice tight. “Your best friend’s dad fucking you in the guest room?”

I nodded under his hand, eyes watering from how full I felt.

“Say it.”

He moved his hand just enough.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I wanted it.”

“Wanted what?”

“Wanted Daddy’s cock.”

He cursed and thrust harder, hips snapping against mine. The wet sound of him fucking me filled the room. I wrapped my legs around his waist and took every stroke, the stretch turning into pure heat.

He didn’t last long. Neither did I. The second orgasm hit me harder than the first, clenching around him while he buried himself deep and came with a quiet, rough sound against my neck.

We stayed like that for a minute, both breathing hard.

Eventually he pulled out slow. I felt the mess of us between my thighs.

He sat on the edge of the bed for a second, running a hand through his hair.

“This stays between us,” he said quietly.

“I know.”

He looked back at me over his shoulder. His voice dropped even lower.

“Leave the door unlocked tomorrow night too.”

Then he got dressed in the dark and left without another word.

I lay there with his cum leaking out of me, thighs still shaking, already knowing I would.