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TOUCH ME MORE, DADDY I WANT YOU…EVEN THOUGH WE ARE BEST FRIENDS (MM)
Chapter 4CracksI found out about her on a Thursday.Noah was leaning against the kitchen counter in sweatpants and an old T-shirt, phone in one hand, half-eaten toast in the other. He was smiling at the screen the way he smiled when something genuinely pleased him soft around the eyes, a little distracted. I knew that smile. I had spent years collecting versions of it.“Who’s that?” I asked, keeping my voice light as I reached past him for coffee.He glanced up, still smiling. “Just this girl from the gym. Maya. We’ve been talking. Might grab drinks tomorrow.”Just this girl.Might grab drinks.The words landed cleanly, almost gently, and still managed to hollow out something in my chest.I nodded like it was nothing. Poured the coffee. Added the exact amount of milk I always did. My hands were steady. That felt like an achievement.“Cool,” I said. “Have fun.”Noah’s smile widened a little, relieved maybe, like he had expected a different reaction and was glad not to get it. He went
TOUCH ME MORE, DADDY I WANT YOU..EVEN THOUGH WE ARE BEST FRIENDS MM
The AlmostThe bar was too loud and too warm and exactly the kind of place Noah loved.Neon signs hummed against the windows. Someone’s playlist bled into the general noise bass heavy enough to feel in the floorboards. Our group had claimed the corner booth near the back, the one with the cracked vinyl seats and the table that always wobbled no matter how many folded napkins you shoved under the leg. There were six of us tonight. Mutual friends from college who still texted in the same group chat even though most of us had scattered into different jobs and different neighborhoods. Everyone was already two drinks in when Noah and I showed up.I had almost stayed home.After the rain-soaked afternoon on the couch, the idea of watching Noah be freely, casually affectionate with me in public felt like pressing on a bruise. But he had stood in my doorway with his jacket already on and that easy grin and said, “You’re coming. Don’t make me drag you.” So I came. I always came.Noah slid into
TOUCH ME MORE, DADDY I WANT YOU…EVEN THOUGH WE ARE BEST FRIENDS (MM)
Too CloseThe rain started sometime before dawn and never stopped.By mid-morning the windows were streaked with it, the sky a flat, endless gray that made the whole apartment feel smaller. The kind of rain that turned the city into background noise and forced you to stay inside whether you wanted to or not. Noah had declared it a “no plans” day the second he woke up, still half-tangled in the blanket I had covered him with the night before. He stretched on the couch like a cat, voice rough with sleep, and said we were ordering food and watching whatever until the weather gave up.I said fine.I always said fine.We ended up on the same couch we always did, the one that sagged in the middle from years of both of us claiming it. Noah had dragged the big soft blanket out of the hall closet the same gray one and thrown it over both our legs without asking. The television glowed in the dim light. Some old movie neither of us had seen in years played at a low volume. I couldn’t have told y
TOUCH ME MORE, DADDY STORY 21: I WANT YOU..EVEN THOUGH WE ARE BEST FRIENDS (MM)
Chapter OneThe Way He Looks at MeI stood in the doorway of the living room longer than I should have.The only light came from the streetlamp outside, thin and pale, cutting across the floor in a long rectangle that stopped just short of the couch. Noah was stretched out on it the way he always did when he came home late one arm flung over his head, the other hanging off the edge, fingers loose and open. His shoes were still on. One of them had half-fallen off, the heel dangling. His shirt had ridden up a little, showing a strip of stomach and the dark trail of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.I knew that body better than my own.I had seen it grow from the skinny kid who used to steal my hoodies in middle school to the man who filled them out now. I had watched the shoulders broaden, the arms thicken, the way his laugh always started in his chest before it reached his mouth. I had memorized the exact sound of his breathing when he was deep asleep, the soft alm
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Chapter 6 The Twist EndingI stormed into Damien’s study with the contract papers clutched in my fist, still wearing nothing but his oversized shirt. My body still ached from the way he’d fucked me senseless barely an hour ago his marks on my thighs, his taste still on my lips. But right now, rage burned hotter than any lingering pleasure.“You bastard,” I spat, slamming the documents onto his desk. “You had a hidden clause. You could extend this forever if it’s ‘mutually beneficial.’ And my mother’s debts… you made sure the pressure stayed high enough that I had no real choice. Was any of this ever fake?”Damien sat in his leather chair like a king on his throne, shirt unbuttoned, hair still messy from my fingers. He didn’t deny it. Instead, a slow, dangerous smile curved his lips.“Finally found it.” His voice was low, calm, terrifyingly composed. “Took you longer than I expected, Layla.”My heart slammed against my ribs. “You orchestrated this. All of it.”He stood up slowly and
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Chapter 5 Feelings vs RealityThe silence in the penthouse had been unbearable for days. Damien had gone ice-cold after that night, treating me like a business transaction again. Distant nods in the hallway. curt orders about upcoming appearances. No touches. No glances. Nothing. It hurt more than I wanted to admit. The memory of him inside me haunted every sleepless hour, and I hated myself for craving the man I was supposed to despise.Until tonight.We’d returned from another stiff public dinner. The door barely closed before the mask shattered.“You’ve been avoiding me,” I accused, voice shaking with anger and need.Damien’s eyes flashed with raw hunger as he backed me against the wall. “Because if I looked at you too long, I’d do this.”His mouth claimed mine brutally. There was no slow build this time just weeks of pent-up frustration exploding between us. He ripped my dress open, buttons scattering across the marble floor. His hands were everywhere, possessive and rough, sque
TOUCH ME MORE, DADDY STRETCH ME DEEPER, COACH! 6
Chapter 6: First Breeding I was still shaking from the second orgasm, my legs pinned back in that obscene full split on the workout bench, when Dom pulled his three thick fingers out of me with a wet pop. My pussy clenched around nothing, gaping slightly from the stretch, dripping oil and my o
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Chapter 5: Oiled and ExposedI stood there completely naked, heart slamming against my ribs, as Dom walked over and double checked the lock on the gym door with a heavy click. The sound made everything feel so final. No turning back. My small tits were already heaving with each breath, nipples tig
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Chapter 4: The “Special Stretch” OfferMy body was already a sweaty, trembling mess after another round of squats and lunges. I stood there panting, hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath while Dom circled me like a predator. The mirrors showed everything my flushed cheeks, the dark wet patc
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Chapter 3: Tension BuildsI was still catching my breath from the warm ups when Dom clapped his big hands together, the sound echoing off the mirrored walls. My legs felt a little shaky already, and we’d only been going for twenty minutes. He loomed over me, sweat starting to glisten on his tattoo
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