All Chapters of Offlimits Desire: My Best friend's Daddy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

woke up throbbing.Not the cute kind of ache you get from a long walk or a bad dream. This was deep, pulsing, slick between my thighs like my body had already decided what it wanted while my brain was still catching up. The guest room was dim, rain drumming the roof in a steady rhythm that matched the throb low in my belly. I squeezed my eyes shut, but the image slammed into me anyway.Elias.His big hands pinning my wrists above my head. That low growl in my ear: “You taste like rain and strawberries… but I bet your pussy tastes even sweeter.” His thick cock sliding bare and hot between my folds, stretching me open, filling me until I couldn’t breathe. Him whispering filthy things while he thrust deep—“That’s it, good girl, take every inch. I’m gonna fill you up until you’re dripping my cum for days.”I whimpered into the pillow, cheeks burning. My hand slipped under the waistband of my sleep shorts before I could stop it. Two fingers circled my swollen clit—already soaked, already a

Sunlight sliced through the blinds like it had a personal vendetta, hitting my face at exactly the wrong angle. I groaned, rolling over, and immediately regretted it. Every muscle ached in that delicious, guilty way that screamed you did something you can’t take back. Between my legs was a dull, satisfied throb, and when I shifted, I felt the sticky reminder of last night—Elias inside me, bare, spilling deep, no pulling out, no second thoughts until the high wore off.I pressed my thighs together and bit my lip. Part of me wanted to crawl back under the covers and relive every second: his mouth on me, his fingers curling just right, the way he’d growled “mine” like it was a fact instead of a risk. The other part—the louder, more terrified part—was screaming Amina is going to kill you both.I forced myself up, pulled on yesterday’s hoodie over my bare skin, and crept to the bathroom. The house was quiet. Too quiet. No clatter of pans, no coffee maker gurgling. Just the soft patter of l

The house felt too small after that morning on the counter, so when Amina suggested we escape to Main Street, I jumped at it. Anything to breathe air that didn’t smell like Elias and guilt.We walked the six blocks into town under a soft gray drizzle, hoods up, laughing about nothing. Willow Creek’s main drag was alive in that small-town way—coffee steam fogging café windows, the hardware store guy waving from his porch, Mrs. Delgado (our old neighbor who still called us “the girls”) watering her window boxes and shouting, “Tell your dad I fixed that fence post!”Amina waved back. “Will do, Mrs. D!”At Bean & Bloom Café, the bell jingled as we stepped inside. Warm air thick with cinnamon and fresh espresso wrapped around us. Amina's coworker, Lena—loud, pink-haired, always chewing gum—waved from behind the counter.“Finally! My favorite duo!” Lena slid two oat-milk lattes across the bar. “Zara, you look hot. College treating you right or is it the rain making everyone glow?”I laughed

The Seattle rain must have followed Amina home, because when her car pulled into the driveway the next afternoon, the sky was dumping buckets again. I stood at the living room window, coffee mug warm between my palms, watching her haul her overnight bag up the porch steps. She looked tired but happy — ponytail frizzy from humidity, graphic tee from the training event slightly wrinkled.Elias was in the kitchen behind me, pretending to load the dishwasher. I could feel his eyes on my back, that quiet, heavy gaze that said he was already counting down the hours until we could steal another moment. Last night’s memories still hummed under my skin: his hands on my hips, the way he’d whispered filthy praise while I rode him, the slow, deep thrusts that left me boneless and leaking him for hours afterward. My thighs pressed together involuntarily.The front door swung open with a burst of damp air.“I’m home!” Amina called, kicking off her wet sneakers. “Miss me?”“Desperately,” I lied with