Offlimits Desire: My Best friend's Daddy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Day thirty-five felt like the fragile rhythm was slowly becoming something steadier. The mist had thinned enough for the porch to be comfortable again, and the lilacs along Maple Lane continued to fill the air with their heavy sweetness. Amina had texted in the morning: “Dinner tonight. Tenth 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 tenth 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

Day thirty-seven felt like the fragile rhythm was slowly becoming something steadier. The mist had lifted enough for the porch to be comfortable again, and the lilacs along Maple Lane continued to perfume the air with their heavy sweetness. Amina had texted in the morning: “Dinner tonight. Eleventh 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 eleventh 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, d

Day thirty-nine felt like the fragile rhythm was slowly becoming something steadier. The mist had lifted enough for the porch to be comfortable again, and the lilacs along Maple Lane continued to perfume the air with their heavy sweetness. Amina had texted in the morning: “Dinner tonight. Eleventh 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 eleventh 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, de

Day thirty-eight felt like the house was counting down. The mist had burned off by mid-morning, leaving Willow Creek bright and green, but the air inside Maple Lane carried a new urgency. Amina had texted the night before: “Dinner tonight. I’ll bring pasta salad. Porch if it’s nice. Three weeks 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 protective. His hazel eyes darkened with the knowledge that their dinners were now numbered.“She’s counting the weeks,” he murmured, voice low. “Three weeks until she leaves for college. 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

Day forty felt like the house had started a silent countdown. The mist had burned off by mid-morning, leaving Willow Creek bright and green, but the air inside Maple Lane carried a new urgency. Amina had texted the night before: “Dinner tonight. Same time. I’ll bring pasta salad. Porch if it’s nice. Two weeks 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 two weeks,” 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 turning explicitl