Offlimits Desire: My Best friend's Daddy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Day twenty-nine arrived under a persistent gray drizzle that made the porch feel smaller and more intimate than usual. Amina had texted the night before: “Dinner tonight. Same time. I need to talk about the future again — specifically about what happens if you two decide to have a baby. Porch if it’s dry enough.”Elias had read the message in silence, his arm tightening around me in bed. His clingy hold felt heavier this morning, as if he was bracing for the conversation that had been building for days.He woke me with his body already pressed close, morning hardness nudging insistently against me. Without a word, he lifted my leg and pushed inside me in one deep thrust. We both groaned 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 turning explicitly filthy. “My cum still leaking out while my daughter is coming back to ask about us having a baby. Take every inch, b

Day thirty felt like the house had finally reached the edge of something real. The rain had eased to a soft mist, but the air inside Maple Lane remained thick with everything that had been spoken — and everything that still hung unspoken. Amina had texted the night before: “Dinner tonight. Same time. I need to talk about what happens if you two actually have a baby. Porch if it’s dry enough.”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 weight 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 the questions we’ve been circling for days.”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

Day thirty-one felt like the house had finally stepped onto thinner ice. The rain had settled into a steady, whispering drizzle that made the porch feel smaller and more exposed. Amina had texted the night before: “Dinner tonight. Same time. I need to talk about the baby question again — not just if, but what it would actually mean for me. Porch if it’s dry enough.”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 weight 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 the questions we’ve been circling for weeks.”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 growin

Day thirty-two felt like the house had finally crossed an invisible threshold. The rain had eased into a soft mist, but the air inside Maple Lane remained thick with the weight of every conversation that had come before. Amina had texted early: “Dinner tonight. Same time. I don’t have a new big question this time. I just want to sit with you both and see how it feels. Porch if it’s dry enough.”Elias read the message while I was still wrapped in his arms in bed. His body was curled tightly around mine, morning hardness pressed hot against my ass. His hand was already between my thighs, fingers spreading the slick warmth he had left inside me the night before.“She doesn’t have a new question,” he murmured, voice thick with cautious relief and immediate hunger. “She just wants to sit with us. That’s different. That’s progress.”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 slowly at first, then with grow

Day thirty-four brought a quiet kind of progress. The mist had lifted slightly, leaving the porch damp but usable, and the lilacs along Maple Lane continued to fill the air with their sweet scent. Amina had texted in the morning: “Dinner tonight. Ninth time. I’ll bring pasta salad and some strawberries. 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 had left inside me the night before. “She called it the ninth time,” he murmured, voice thick with quiet hope and immediate hunger. “She’s counting them now. She’s looking forward to it. That means she’s choosing this.” 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