Chapter 146 In My Daddy's Best Friend's Bed

• I barely slept after the truck. Every time I closed my eyes I felt his fingers stretching me, his cock pulsing on my tongue, the sting of his palm on my ass. My pussy stayed swollen and aching, clit so sensitive that even the sheet brushing against it made me whimper into my pillow. I didn’t touch myself—couldn’t. He’d told me no, and the thought of disobeying him made the throb worse, like my body was already learning who it belonged to.
• The next night I waited until Dad was in the living room watching a game, Mom already in bed. I slipped into a simple black sundress—short again, thin straps, nothing underneath. The fabric felt like a tease against my bare skin, nipples hard the second the night air hit me outside. I walked the three blocks to his house fast, heart racing, thighs already slick by the time I reached his front door.
• He opened it before I knocked. Shirtless, jeans low on his hips, muscles shifting under tanned skin scarred here and there from years in the service. His eyes raked over me like he was starving.