All Chapters of Yes Daddy- Crushing On My Father's Best friend : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Kate's POV “Are you upset with me?” Jeremy asked, voice soft but laced with worry, his eyes searching mine like he was afraid of the answer.“No,” I said truthfully. The word came out quiet, almost gentle. I wasn’t upset with him. Not really. The anger, the hurt, the burning ache in my chest—they weren’t for Jeremy. They were for someone else entirely.“Thank you,” he breathed, relief flooding his face. “I’m so relieved. But… does that mean you believe I’m not cheating on you?”I looked at him—really looked. The earnestness in his eyes, the slight tremble in his lower lip, the way his hands hovered like he wanted to touch me but didn’t dare. He was good. Too good, maybe. Too patient. Too careful.“You’re an adult, Jeremy,” I said softly. “You know what’s best for you.”He reached for my hands again. This time I let him take them—his palms warm, slightly damp, fingers curling around mine like they were something precious. He held on like he was afraid I’d slip away.“You are best for

William's POV “Are you not going to explain yourself? Are you not going to say anything as to why you left without a word?” Marcus was still pestering me.“She was there… at the concert,” I said with a low tone.“Who was?” He asked and I only gave him a look for him to understand.“Oh,” his voice became low. “Kate was at the concert?” He asked.“Yes. With her boyfriend. Let’s just say a few things happened yesterday that I don’t want to talk about right now,” I said.“I see. Well I will definitely remind you about this because I am very much curious to know what exactly happened.” He said and I just frowned slightly with my eyes fixed on my cup.He reached for a glass and poured himself a drink. After taking a shot he asked,“So is she at home? I would like to say hi,” he said in his mischievous tone.I didn’t have to respond.At that moment Kate walked through the door and my heart and spirit were set ablaze at the sight of her. It felt like I hadn’t seen her in a decade, like I had

William's POV What was I about to do just now?I questioned myself as I walked back down the hallway toward the living room, my pulse still hammering hard in my ears and my cock throbbing painfully against the front of my pants. For a moment there I hadn’t been myself. It was as if something darker, hungrier had taken over — pure, raw lust that had me seconds away from ripping those loose shorts down her thighs, bending her over the nearest surface, and burying myself deep inside her virgin cunt. I wanted to be her first. Wanted to stretch that tight little pussy open with my thick cock, feel her walls flutter and clench around me as I fucked her senseless, turning her into a woman with every brutal thrust until she was moaning “daddy” and creaming all over me.The fantasy had been so vivid I could almost taste her — sweet, wet, dripping for me.I wanted it so badly my hands had trembled when they touched her waist. But then I stopped. Pulled back like I’d been burned. Why? I still d

Kate's POV The dream I had last night of Mr. William was still playing vividly in my head as I dragged myself out of bed, my body heavy with lingering arousal. I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me open, his deep thrusts, and the way he had growled “good girl” against my ear as he fucked me senseless.I made my way to the bathroom, my nipples already stiff and sensitive, brushing against the thin fabric of my tank top with every step. When I sank into the warm water of the tub, the heat only made it worse. My breasts felt full and heavy, nipples aching as the water lapped over them. My hand drifted down between my thighs almost on its own, fingers sliding over my slick entrance. My tight little hole was dripping, pulsing, begging to be filled — not by just anyone, but by him. Only Mr. William.I rubbed slow circles over my swollen clit, biting my lip to hold back a moan. The pleasure built quickly, but it wasn’t enough. No matter how fast or how hard I rubbed,

Kate's POV Mr. William stood behind me, so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body as I bent over the weight bench.“Keep your back straight,” he said, voice low and rough. His hand hovered just above the small of my back, not quite touching, but close enough that I could almost feel his palm burning against my skin through the thin fabric of my top.“Yes, sir,” I whispered, arching my back a little more than necessary as I gripped the barbell. I knew the position pushed my ass out toward him. The tiny shorts I’d chosen rode up even higher, the fabric wedging slightly between my cheeks. I felt exposed. Vulnerable. Excited.He cleared his throat. “Good. Now breathe out as you lift.”I did as he said, pushing the weight up slowly. My breasts pressed forward against the thin crop top, nipples already tight and sensitive from the cool air and the way he was watching me. I could feel his eyes on my body — tracing the curve of my spine, the swell of my ass, the way my thighs tr