CHAPTER 007- After the close call

I left the door unlocked again.

Part of me thought he wouldn’t come. Not after how close we’d been to getting caught. Chloe was just down the hall. One wrong sound and everything could blow up.

But a little after midnight the door opened anyway.

He stepped inside quiet, locked it, and just stood there looking at me for a second. I was already on the bed, shirt pulled up, no panties. My heart was going crazy.

“You’re still doing this,” he said, voice low.

“So are you.”

He walked over, grabbed my ankle, and dragged me to the edge of the mattress. His hands were rougher tonight. Like the near miss had pissed him off and turned him on at the same time.

“You almost got us caught,” he muttered, shoving his pants down. His cock was already hard. “One more second and she would’ve walked in on me buried in her best friend.”

I swallowed. “I know.”

He didn’t give me time to say anything else. Just hooked my legs over his arms, lined himself up, and pushed in deep in one thrust. The stretch made my back arch. I bit down on my own wrist to stay quiet.

He fucked me hard from the start. No warm-up. Just deep, punishing strokes that shoved me up the bed. The wet sound of it was filthy. I was still a little sore from the night before and it only made everything sharper.

“This what you want?” he said under his breath, hips snapping against me. “Sneaking around, risking everything, just so you can take Daddy’s cock?”

I nodded, eyes glassy.

He leaned down, one hand wrapping lightly around my throat, not squeezing, just holding. “Say it.”

“I want it,” I whispered. “I want Daddy’s cock.”

He groaned and thrust harder. The headboard tapped the wall once and we both froze. Voices from Chloe’s room — she was on the phone, laughing about something. We stayed completely still, him buried inside me, until her voice faded again.

Then he started moving slower, deeper, more controlled. Every stroke dragged against that spot inside me that made my thighs shake. His thumb found my clit and rubbed tight circles while he fucked me.

“You’re gonna come quiet,” he ordered. “Not a fucking sound. Understand?”

I nodded fast.

He kept the same steady pace, grinding deep, thumb working my clit until the pressure built so hard I couldn’t think. When I came it was silent but violent — my whole body locking up, pussy clenching around him in hard pulses while I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood.

He followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and coming with his face pressed against my neck, a low broken sound only I could hear. I felt every spurt of it, hot and deep.

We stayed like that for a minute, both breathing hard, listening for any sound from the hallway.

Eventually he pulled out. I felt his cum start to leak immediately. He watched it for a second, then dragged two fingers through the mess and pushed it back inside me.

“Keep it in,” he said quietly. “I want you walking around my house tomorrow with my cum still in you while you sit next to my daughter.”

My stomach flipped. The filth of it made me clench around his fingers.

He stood, fixed his clothes, and paused at the door.

“Same time tomorrow. And Riley…”

I looked up at him.

“Next time she almost catches us, I’m not pulling out. I’ll keep fucking you right there and make you stay quiet through the whole thing.”

Then he left.

I lay in the dark with his cum slowly leaking out of me, thighs sticky, the threat of his words sitting heavy and hot between my legs.

I already knew I’d leave the door unlocked again.