Semua Bab Offlimits Desire: My Best friend's Daddy : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Day forty-three felt like the house had started counting down out loud. The mist had burned off by mid-morning, leaving Willow Creek bright and green, but the air inside Maple Lane carried a sharper urgency. Amina had texted the night before: “Dinner tonight. Same time. I’ll bring pasta salad. Porch if it’s nice. One week until I go back to college. Let’s not waste the time we have left.”Elias read the message while I was still curled against his chest in bed. His arm tightened around me instantly, that familiar clingy grip turning almost desperate. His hazel eyes darkened with the knowledge that their dinners were now numbered.“She’s down to one week,” he murmured, voice low. “This is real now.”He didn’t wait for more words. He rolled me onto my back and pushed inside me in one deep thrust, both of us groaning at the stretch. He fucked me slowly at first, then with growing urgency, hips rolling deep and deliberate.“Still so full of Daddy,” he whispered against my ear, words turni

Day forty-five dawned gray and heavy, the kind of Pacific Northwest morning that felt like the sky itself was reluctant to let go. The mist clung low over Maple Lane, turning the lilacs into soft ghosts outside the window. Amina was leaving today. Her car was already packed in the driveway next door—suitcases, dorm fridge, and the faded quilt her mother had made years ago. The text from her at 7:12 a.m. was short: “Leaving in an hour. Coffee on the porch before I go?”Elias read it while I was still wrapped tight in his arms in bed, his body curled around mine like a shield. Morning hardness pressed hot against my ass, but this time his hold felt different—desperate, almost afraid. His breath was warm against my neck.“She’s really going,” he said, voice raw. “Four hours away. College. New life. And we’re staying here… without her.”He didn’t wait for more words. He lifted my leg and pushed inside me in one deep, claiming thrust, both of us groaning at the stretch. He fucked me slow a

Day forty-six arrived with the same low mist hugging Maple Lane, but the house felt louder in its emptiness. Amina’s open bedroom door across the hall was a constant reminder. Her text at 7:15 a.m. had been short: “Dorm’s okay. Classes start Monday. Miss the quiet.” Elias read it while I was still curled against his chest, his arm locked around me like he was afraid the silence would swallow us both.He didn’t speak at first. He just rolled me onto my back, pushed my legs apart, and slid inside me in one slow, deep thrust. We both exhaled at the stretch. He moved with purpose, hips rolling steady and claiming, one hand gripping my thigh, the other braced beside my head.“Still so full of me from last night,” he murmured against my ear, voice low and filthy. “My cum still leaking out while my daughter is four hours away in a dorm bed. Take it, baby. Let Daddy fill this tight little pussy again. Let me breed you right here in our empty house so you’re dripping with me all day while she’

Day forty-eight broke with a thin drizzle tapping against the windows of the house on Maple Lane. The mist clung low, softening the edges of everything outside, but inside the silence felt heavier than ever. Amina’s text from the night before still sat on Elias’s phone like a live wire: “Coming home Saturday around noon. Just for the night and Sunday morning. I need the porch and the quiet. See you then.”Elias read it again while I was still curled against his chest in bed, his arm banded tightly around my waist, fingers splayed possessively over my lower belly. Morning hardness pressed hot and insistent against my ass. He didn’t speak at first. He just rolled me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and slid inside me in one slow, deep thrust.We both groaned at the stretch. He fucked me with steady, deliberate rolls of his hips, one hand gripping the back of my neck, the other sliding under me to rub slow circles over my clit.“Still so full of Daddy from last night,” he murmured aga

Day fifty-two arrived with soft gray light filtering through the curtains and the steady patter of rain on the roof. Amina was asleep in the room down the hall. The house felt smaller, tighter, every sound amplified. Elias woke first, his body already curved tightly around mine from behind, one arm banded across my chest and the other hand resting low on my stomach. His morning hardness pressed hot and insistent against my ass.He didn’t speak. He simply lifted my leg and pushed inside me in one slow, deep thrust, both of us exhaling sharply at the stretch. We had to stay quiet. Amina was only twenty feet away.“Still so full of me from last night,” he whispered against the back of my neck, voice low and rough. “My cum still leaking out of this tight little pussy while my daughter sleeps in the next room. Take it, baby. Let Daddy fill you again before she wakes up. Let me breed you right here with her under the same roof.”The risk made everything sharper. I bit my lip hard to stay si