All Chapters of Daddy’s Best Friend (collection of taboo love affairs): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Maya came downstairs barefoot, hair still messy from sleep, wearing nothing but an oversized white T-shirt that barely reached the tops of her thighs and a black thong underneath. No bra. The thin fabric clung to the full, heavy curve of her breasts, nipples faintly visible against the cotton. Every step made the shirt shift just enough to flash the high cut of the thong and the smooth, toned stretch of her ass and legs. She had a body that stopped thought. Soft in the right places, tight in others. Full hips, narrow waist, long legs, and breasts that moved with a natural weight no man in the room could ignore. Nate was at the counter pouring coffee. He turned, caught sight of her, and completely forgot what he was doing. The carafe tilted. Hot coffee spilled over his hand. “Shit—” Jordan looked up from his phone at the table. His eyes locked on her and stayed there, dark and still. He didn’t pretend to look away. Liam stood by the fridge. The moment he saw her, his whole bod

Nate’s hand stayed on her thigh, warm and steady. He didn’t push higher right away. He just let his thumb stroke slow circles over her skin, watching her face for every reaction. Maya kept her expression controlled, but the touch was starting to register more than she wanted to admit. Jordan moved first. He sat down on the couch beside her, closer than before and leaned in until his mouth was near her ear. His voice came out low and rough. “You’ve been running this all morning. Making us look. Making us wait. Making Liam lose his mind.” His eyes dropped to her chest, to the clear outline of her nipples under the thin shirt. “But you’re not as unaffected as you pretend.” Maya turned her head slightly. “You think so?” Instead of answering, Jordan reached down, unclipped the button of his jeans, and slid his hand inside. He didn’t look away from her while he did it. He just started stroking himself slowly, openly, right there beside her. Maya’s breath caught for half a secon

They didn’t give her long to recover. Liam was the first to move. He hooked his hands under Maya’s knees and dragged her lower on the couch until her ass hung off the edge. Her cum-filled pussy was right there pink, swollen, and leaking thick white streaks down over her asshole. He stared at it like he hated how much he wanted it again. “Still dripping,” he muttered. “Look at this fucking mess.” Nate stroked his thick cock back to full hardness, the fat shaft already glistening. “She’s not done. Not even close.” Jordan moved behind the couch, reached down, and grabbed both of Maya’s full tits from above, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh hard. Her dark nipples were still stiff. He pinched them roughly between his fingers until she gasped. “On the floor,” Jordan ordered. They didn’t ask. Liam pulled her off the couch. Maya’s knees hit the rug. Before she could catch her balance, Nate sat on the edge of the couch, legs spread, and grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Mouth. Now.”

Sister Elise stood in the center of the room with her hands clasped tightly in front of her, eyes fixed on the floorboards. The black veil framed a young face that still carried the softness of someone who had not yet been fully hardened by the life she had chosen. Twenty-three. Novice for only fourteen months. Already wavering. Father Brennan sat behind the heavy desk and did not invite her to sit. He was a man in his late forties, tall and severe, with iron-gray hair cut close and a face that rarely softened. The Roman collar at his throat looked less like a symbol of faith and more like a mark of ownership. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and controlled, the kind of voice that expected obedience before it finished the sentence. “You asked for this meeting,” he said. “Speak.” Elise’s fingers tightened. “I have been… struggling, Father.” “With what.” “My vows. Poverty. Chastity. Obedience.” She hesitated. “Especially chastity. And obedience.” Silence stretched.

Friday evening. Sister Elise locked the rectory door behind her without being told. The gray dress clung to her bare skin. Underneath she was completely naked, pussy already slick from the walk over, thighs faintly sticky with it. Father Brennan stood in the center of the office, cassock still fully buttoned, expression cold and controlled. “You know what to do.” She walked to the open space in front of his desk, dropped to her knees on the hard wood, and lifted the dress all the way to her waist. Then she spread her knees wide, exposing her cunt fully under the low lamp light. Her pussy lips were already puffy and shiny. The pink slit glistened, a thin string of wetness connecting them. Her clit was visibly swollen. Father Brennan circled her slowly, boots echoing. He stopped behind her, reached down, and dragged two fingers straight through her folds from clit to hole. The wet sound was loud. “Soaked again. You walked through the cloister with this dripping cunt and tho