Semua Bab Offlimits Desire: My Best friend's Daddy : Bab 51 - Bab 60

The eighth morning without normalcy arrived under a thin veil of sunlight that did nothing to ease the ache in the house. Amina’s car still sat empty in the driveway when I peeked through the curtains. She had come home late last night — we’d heard the door around 1 a.m. — but she’d gone straight to her room without a word.Elias was already awake, his body spooned tightly behind mine, one arm locked around my waist and the other hand resting possessively between my thighs. His fingers lazily stroked my folds, still slick and swollen from the night before.“Morning, baby,” he murmured, voice husky. He pressed his hard cock against my ass, rocking slowly. “She’s back under this roof. That means something. But right now… I need you. Need to feel you before the next round of pain starts.”He didn’t wait. He lifted my leg, lined himself up, and pushed inside me from behind in one smooth, deep thrust. We both sighed at the familiar stretch. He fucked me slow and deliberate, hips rolling in

The tenth day felt like walking on cracked glass. Amina had texted late the night before — a short, stiff message saying she was staying at Lena’s for at least a few more nights. No “I love you.” No emoji. Just the facts. The silence that followed her text was louder than any argument.I woke to Elias’s familiar weight behind me, his arm banded tightly around my waist, one leg hooked over mine in that possessive, clingy way that had become his anchor. His morning hardness pressed insistently against my ass, and before I could even say good morning, his hand was between my thighs, fingers sliding through the mess he’d left the night before.“Need you,” he rasped against my neck, voice still rough with sleep. “Can’t start this day without feeling you around me.”He lifted my leg and pushed inside in one slow, deep thrust, both of us groaning at the slick heat. He fucked me lazily at first, then harder, hips snapping with quiet desperation while the house stayed painfully quiet around us

Day twelve dawned gray and damp, the kind of Pacific Northwest morning where the rain seemed to seep into your bones. Amina’s absence had stretched into another full day, her last text still sitting unanswered on Elias’s phone. The house felt like it was holding its breath, every creak of the floorboards echoing like a reminder of the empty room upstairs.I woke to Elias’s familiar warmth wrapped around me like a shield. His arm was locked across my waist, leg draped over mine, and his morning hardness pressed hot and insistent against my lower back. Before I could even murmur good morning, his hand slid between my thighs, fingers gliding through the slick remnants of last night.“Need you,” he breathed against my neck, voice rough with sleep and something deeper. He lifted my leg and pushed inside me in one slow, claiming thrust, both of us groaning at the perfect fit. He fucked me with deep, rolling strokes, his free hand covering my mouth as my moans threatened to spill out.“Still

Day fourteen arrived with a tentative calm that felt borrowed. The rain had eased into a fine mist, turning Willow Creek’s streets into shiny ribbons under the gray sky. Amina’s latest text from the night before still sat on Elias’s phone like a fragile lifeline: “I’m thinking about stopping by tomorrow. Not for long. Just… need to see the house.” No emoji. No warmth. But it was something.I woke to Elias’s body curled tightly around mine, his chest pressed to my back, one arm locked possessively across my waist while the other hand rested between my thighs. His fingers were already moving in slow, lazy circles, spreading the slick remnants of last night. His morning hardness nudged insistently against me.“Morning, baby,” he murmured, voice rough and low. He lifted my leg slightly and pushed inside me in one deep, smooth thrust. We both groaned at the familiar stretch. He fucked me slowly at first, savoring every inch, then built into a steady rhythm that made the bed frame creak sof

Day sixteen felt like the first real breath of fresh air in weeks. The sun actually broke through the clouds for most of the morning, turning Willow Creek into a postcard of glistening streets and bright green lawns. Amina had texted early: “Dinner tonight? Just the three of us. Nothing fancy. I’ll bring dessert from the café.”Elias read the message aloud while I was still wrapped in his arms in bed. His body was curled tightly around mine, morning wood pressed hot against my ass, one hand already slipping between my thighs.“She wants dinner,” he murmured, voice thick with cautious hope and immediate need. “That’s huge.”Before I could respond, he lifted my leg and pushed inside me in one deep thrust. We both groaned. He fucked me with slow, rolling hips, savoring the connection after yesterday’s fragile progress.“Still so full of Daddy from last night,” he whispered against my ear, words turning explicitly filthy. “My cum still leaking out while my daughter wants to sit at the sam