Semua Bab Offlimits Desire: My Best friend's Daddy : Bab 31 - Bab 40

rain continued the next morning, turning Willow Creek into a soft gray watercolor. The house felt smaller than ever, the walls closing in with every unspoken word and stolen glance. The festival was truly behind us now, but the storm we had created inside these walls was only growing stronger.I woke in Elias’s bed again, my body pressed against his, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist as if he could hold the secret in place by sheer will. His hand rested on my stomach, fingers splayed in that now-familiar, clingy way. He wasn’t asleep. His thumb traced slow circles on my skin, the same soothing pattern that had become our private morning ritual.“Morning, love,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. His voice was low and rough with sleep and emotion. “I keep thinking about last night. About how right it feels when you’re here. I love you, Zara. More every day. I don’t want to hide this anymore.”I turned to face him. His hazel eyes were soft, filled with love and the same

The rain had become relentless, turning the world outside into a misty blur and the house on Maple Lane into a pressure cooker. Five days after the festival ended, the quiet summer days felt suffocating. Every creak of the floorboards, every shared meal, every casual conversation carried the weight of the secret we were barely keeping.I woke in Elias’s bed again, my body curled against his chest, his arm draped heavily over my waist. His hand rested on my stomach, fingers splayed in that familiar, clingy way, as if he could hold the future in place by touch alone. He wasn’t asleep. His thumb traced slow circles on my skin, the same soothing pattern that had become our private morning ritual.“Morning, love,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my temple. His voice was low and rough. “I keep thinking about last night. About how right it feels when you’re here. I love you, Zara. More every day. I don’t want to hide this anymore.”I turned to face him. His hazel eyes were soft, filled with

The rain had eased to a soft drizzle by evening, but the house felt louder than ever. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant hum of the refrigerator, every breath we took seemed amplified by the secret we were drowning in.I was still bent over the kitchen island, panties around my ankles, Elias’s thick cock buried deep inside me as the last pulses of his orgasm filled me. His chest pressed against my back, one hand gripping my hip possessively, the other tangled in my hair.“Fuck, baby,” he growled low against my ear, voice dark and filthy. “You feel that? Your tight little pussy is still milking me. So greedy for Daddy’s cum. I love breeding you like this — filling you up until it leaks down your thighs.”I whimpered, clenching around him involuntarily. The taboo words, the risk of Amina waking up and walking downstairs at any moment, made everything more intense. His cum was already dripping down my inner thighs, warm and obscene.Elias pulled out slowly, watching with dark

rain had eased into a soft, persistent drizzle by the time the first gray light of morning filtered through the curtains. Elias’s bedroom still carried the heavy scent of sex — musk, sweat, and the unmistakable evidence of what we had done twice in the span of a few hours. I lay on my side, naked and trembling, his thick cum still slowly leaking from between my thighs onto the sheets.Elias’s body was curled tightly around mine from behind, one strong arm locked around my waist, his hand possessively cupping my breast. His cock, still half-hard, rested against the curve of my ass. His breath was warm against the back of my neck.“You almost came with my tongue on your clit while my daughter stood right outside the door,” he whispered, voice dark and rough. His fingers pinched my nipple, rolling it slowly. “Such a filthy little secret you are. My best friend’s daughter dripping for Daddy’s cock, begging to be filled.”I shivered, my core clenching at his filthy words. Even after everyt

The rain had softened to a whispering drizzle by the time the first gray light of dawn crept through the curtains of Elias’s bedroom. The air inside was thick with the heavy, intimate scent of sex — musk, sweat, and the unmistakable evidence of how many times he had filled me during the night. I lay on my side, naked and spent, my body still trembling from the last orgasm that had torn through me only minutes earlier. Elias’s thick cock was still buried deep inside me, softening slowly as the last pulses of his release coated my walls.His chest pressed flush against my back, one strong arm locked around my waist, his large hand splayed possessively over my stomach. His breath was hot against the nape of my neck, and his thumb traced slow, clingy circles just below my navel, as if he could protect the possibility of what we were creating together.“Fuck, baby,” he whispered, voice low and dark with lingering lust. “You feel that? Your tight little pussy is still fluttering around me,