Weeks had blurred into a torturous haze for Ethan. Every glance at Lila sent his blood boiling, his mind flooded with filthy visions of what he wanted to do to her—bend her over the kitchen island and rut into her like an animal, or pin her against the shower wall and make her sob with pleasure. But he held back, clinging to the shreds of his morality. She was too young, too forbidden, his best friend’s daughter. Yet, the teasing never stopped: a flash of her bare thigh under the table, the way her tank top clung to her sweat-slicked skin after a “jog,” or the deliberate bend to pick up something dropped, exposing the curve of her ass and the hint of her smooth pussy. Each time, he’d retreat to his room, fist his cock furiously, imagining her tight heat squeezing him, her moans echoing as he filled her up. He came hard every night, but it was never enough. The ache only deepened. Lila, meanwhile, was a master of escalation. She wanted him to crack, to beg like a desperate man. “
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