Yes Daddy- Crushing On My Father's Best friend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Kate's POV I honestly enjoyed the exercise session with Mr. William more than I should have. It felt like the closest thing we’d ever had to sex — every correction of his hands hovering near my waist, every time his breath brushed the back of my neck as he spotted me, every low murmur of “good girl” when I held a position just right. It was so intimate. My body had been on fire the entire time, nipples tight and aching against the thin top, pussy slick and throbbing with every brush of his fingers or graze of his body against mine.But as I left the gym and headed back to my room to freshen up, the satisfaction I’d felt during the session quickly faded into pure frustration. I wasn’t satisfied at all. If anything, the teasing closeness had only made me want him more. I needed him inside me — needed his thick cock stretching my tight pussy, filling me deep and hard until I couldn’t think straight.I guess I wasn’t seductive enough to push him over the edge, even though I’d clearly see

William's POV As I drove Kate to her school, the silence between us felt heavy and awkward, pressing down on my chest like a weight I couldn’t shake. I didn’t like it — not one bit — but I had no idea what to say to her. Every time I opened my mouth, the only words that came to mind were filthy. I kept imagining pulling the car over on some quiet side road, dragging her into my lap, and finally fucking her right there in the front seat. Sliding my hand under that simple gown, finding her already wet and ready, then freeing my aching cock and sinking deep into her tight little pussy while she moaned my name and rode me hard. I didn’t even care if it meant we’d end up wrapped around a truck — the fantasy was that strong.I occasionally glanced at her from the corner of my eye. She was staring at me, her gaze soft but lingering, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through her mind. If she only knew the things running through mine, she’d probably think I was a disgusting old pe

Kate's POV “First of all, I have no involvement with Mr. William whatsoever except for the fact he accommodates me in his place. So I won't watch you disrespect me in that manner. If you want his phone number then you will have to go to him, but since he didn't want to give you and you are so desperately in need of it, then it's best you start looking for another means to get it,” I said, my voice steady but laced with an edge I couldn't quite hide.The words tasted bitter on my tongue, because deep down I knew the truth — I did have involvement with him. In my head, in my dreams, in the way my body reacted every time he was near. I turned on my heel and walked away before she could respond, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it between my legs. Behind me, Sarah called out “bitch” in a frustrated, venomous tone, but I couldn't help but smile — a small, satisfied curve of my lips that felt both victorious and guilty.The thought of sharing Mr. William with anyone was not something

Kate's POV “One of his bitches? What the fuck are you talking about?” I frowned, my voice low but sharp with disbelief.“A young lady like yourself involving with someone old enough to be her father. What other words can I use to describe it? Do tell me. Isn’t that a bitch?” Sarah said, evidently trying to piss me off, her tone dripping with mock sweetness.She was succeeding as I felt the great urge of reaching out and strangling the life from her lungs, my fingers itching to wrap around her throat. Heat rushed to my face, a mix of fury and something darker, more shameful — because deep down, the word “bitch” sent a forbidden thrill straight between my legs. I could almost imagine Mr. William calling me that in a completely different way — his voice rough and commanding as he bent me over, thick cock slamming into me from behind while he growled, “That’s right, my little bitch, take every inch.”But I didn’t want to cause a scene, since we were still inside the lecture hall. I force

William's POV Leaving the bar, I was having two thoughts. Should I go back inside and meet that lady that offered herself to me? I mean, it’s been long I fucked. Lately I have just been masturbating pervertedly, thinking about fucking Kate.Although I don’t feel drawn to the lady, although masturbating, thinking about Kate surprisingly still felt good — even more than having sex — I can’t keep wanking off forever, and I know I can’t have Kate either. She is not mine to have.Maybe I should remind myself just how good a woman’s body feels. Maybe if I fuck this lady I will remember just what I have been missing all these days — the tight, wet heat of a pussy clenching around my cock, the soft moans, the way a woman’s body trembles when you hit that perfect spot deep inside her.As I was considering this, I reduced my walking speed, and by my side eyes I could spot the lady. She had gone back to sit with her friends and they were discussing, probably about me. She didn’t look too please