Offlimits Desire: My Best friend's Daddy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Day nineteen felt steadier, like the house was slowly remembering how to hold three people again. The sky stayed mostly clear, and a light breeze carried the scent of blooming lilacs through the open windows on Maple Lane. Amina had texted early: “Dinner tonight? Thursday plan still good. I’ll bring garlic bread and a movie if we feel like it afterward. No pressure.”Elias read the message while I was still wrapped in his arms in bed, his body curled tightly around mine, morning hardness pressed hot and insistent against my ass. His hand was already between my thighs, fingers spreading the slick warmth he’d left inside me the night before.“She wants Thursday dinner,” he murmured, voice thick with quiet hope and immediate need. “And maybe a movie. That’s four nights. She’s really showing up.”He didn’t wait for more words. He lifted my leg and pushed inside me in one deep, claiming thrust. We both groaned at the stretch. He fucked me with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips, savoring e

Day twenty-one felt like the house was finally learning to exhale. The sun stayed longer, warming the porch where Amina had sat just nights before, and the lilacs continued to bloom heavy and sweet along Maple Lane. Amina had texted mid-morning: “Next week dinner still good? Wednesday maybe? I’ll bring pasta salad. We can sit on the porch again if it’s nice. No pressure, just… keeping the rhythm.”Elias read the message while I was still tangled in his arms in bed, his body curled tightly around mine, morning hardness pressed hot against my ass. His hand was already between my thighs, fingers spreading the slick warmth he’d left inside me the night before.“She wants Wednesday,” he murmured, voice thick with quiet hope and immediate hunger. “She’s planning ahead now. That’s six nights and counting.”He didn’t wait. He lifted my leg and pushed inside me in one deep, claiming thrust. We both groaned at the stretch. He fucked me with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips, savoring every inc

Day twenty-three carried a quiet steadiness that felt almost normal. The sun lingered longer, warming the porch where Amina had now sat multiple times, and the lilacs continued to bloom heavy along Maple Lane. Amina had texted in the afternoon: “Wednesday dinner confirmed. I’ll bring pasta salad and maybe some cookies. Porch afterward if it’s nice. Looking forward to it.”Elias read the message while I was still wrapped in his arms in bed, his body curled tightly around mine, morning hardness pressed hot against my ass. His hand was already between my thighs, fingers spreading the slick warmth he’d left inside me the night before.“She’s confirming and saying she’s looking forward again,” he murmured, voice thick with quiet hope and immediate hunger. “Six dinners now. She’s making this a rhythm.”He didn’t wait. He lifted my leg and pushed inside me in one deep, claiming thrust. We both groaned at the stretch. He fucked me with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips, savoring every inch.

Day twenty-five felt like the house had found a fragile new normal. The sun stayed bright through most of the afternoon, warming the porch where Amina had now sat several times, and the lilacs along Maple Lane continued to bloom heavy and sweet. Amina had texted in the morning: “Dinner tonight? Eighth time. I’ll bring pasta salad and some fresh bread. Porch afterward if it’s nice. Looking forward to it.”Elias read the message while I was still wrapped in his arms in bed, his body curled tightly around mine, morning hardness pressed hot against my ass. His hand was already between my thighs, fingers spreading the slick warmth he’d left inside me the night before.“She called it the eighth time,” he murmured, voice thick with quiet hope and immediate hunger. “She’s counting them now. That means she’s invested.”He didn’t wait. He lifted my leg and pushed inside me in one deep, claiming thrust. We both groaned at the stretch. He fucked me with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips, savorin

twenty-seven felt heavier than the rain that fell steadily outside. The sky was a solid gray, and the porch — once a place of tentative hope — now seemed to hold its breath along with the rest of the house. Amina had texted late the night before: “Dinner tonight. Same time. I have one more question I need to ask. Porch if it’s not pouring too hard.”Elias had barely slept. I woke to find him already watching me, his arm locked tightly around my waist, his body curled possessively against mine. His hazel eyes carried the shadow of the conversations that kept getting deeper, but the moment I stirred, his hand slid between my thighs, fingers stroking through the slick remnants he had left inside me.“I need you,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Before tonight. Before she asks whatever question she’s been carrying.”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