All Chapters of Offlimits Desire: My Best friend's Daddy : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The days blurred together under the constant Pacific Northwest drizzle, but the tension in the house on Maple Lane only sharpened. Three weeks. That was how long we had before Amina brought Noah home for the weekend. The name alone had become a trigger for Elias — a spark that turned every touch into something urgent and possessive.He woke me before the sun had properly risen, his body already curved tightly around mine from behind. One hand rested low on my stomach, the other slipped between my thighs, pushing the evidence of last night deeper inside me as he pressed his hardness against my ass.“Three weeks,” he murmured hotly against my neck, voice rough with sleep and hunger. “In three weeks my daughter is bringing some college boy named Noah into our home. While I’ve been filling you every single day trying to get you pregnant.”He didn’t wait. He lifted my leg and thrust inside me in one deep, claiming stroke. We both groaned quietly. He fucked me slow and hard, savoring every

The rain had settled into a gentle, constant rhythm that made the house feel even more intimate. Elias was already awake and wrapped around me when I opened my eyes, his body hot and hard against my back. One hand rested low on my stomach, the other slipped between my thighs, slowly pushing the evidence of last night deeper inside me.“Two and a half weeks,” he whispered against my ear, voice thick with morning hunger. “In two and a half weeks my daughter is walking through that door holding hands with Noah. While I’ve spent every single day trying to get you pregnant.”He didn’t wait for a response. He rolled me onto my back, spread my legs wide, and pushed inside me in one deep, possessive thrust. We both exhaled sharply. He fucked me with long, deliberate strokes, eyes locked on mine, one hand covering my mouth and the other pressing firmly over my lower belly.“Still so full of Daddy’s cum,” he growled softly. “Leaking out of this tight little pussy while Amina is probably sending

The next few days passed in a gentler rhythm than we had known in weeks. The rain eased into occasional showers, and the house on Maple Lane started to feel less like a hiding place and more like a home we were trying to figure out together. Elias and I spent more time actually talking — not just about the immediate fear of Noah’s visit, but about what we wanted our life to look like beyond the secrecy.One afternoon, while we were repainting the trim on the front porch, Elias set his brush down and looked at me.“I’ve been thinking,” he said, wiping his hands on a rag. “After Noah’s visit… whenever that conversation with Amina finally happens, I don’t want it to come from guilt. I want it to come from honesty. I love you. I want a future with you. And yes — I still want us to try for a baby. But not as a secret weapon. As something we both choose openly.”I set my brush down too, the cool air brushing my cheeks. “I want that too. I’ve been scared that wanting a child with you somehow

The week before Noah’s visit moved slower than expected, but in a good way. The rain had finally given way to pale autumn sunlight that made the leaves on Maple Lane glow gold and orange. Elias and I spent our days doing things that felt grounding — fixing the fence together, canning tomatoes with Lena’s help, and even attending the small town harvest planning meeting where Mrs. Delgado insisted we help judge the pie contest.One evening, while we were sorting through old photo albums on the porch (something Elias suggested as a way to remember the good parts of the past before adding new chapters), Amina called again.“Hey,” she said, her voice bright but a little anxious. “Noah’s confirmed the dates. He’ll be here Friday evening and leave Sunday afternoon. He’s packing a board game he thinks Dad might like and some fancy coffee for the porch mornings. Is there anything I should tell him to avoid? Or bring?”Elias looked at me across the table. His expression was calm, thoughtful.“T

The two weeks before Noah’s visit passed in a steady, almost meditative rhythm that neither of us had expected. The rain gave way to bright, cool autumn days, and Maple Lane transformed into a tapestry of gold, orange, and deep red. Elias and I used the time intentionally — not to hide, but to prepare. We cleaned the house together, rearranged the living room so it felt welcoming rather than guarded, and even drove to the next town over to buy fresh sheets and towels for the guest room, even though Noah would likely stay at the small inn downtown.One Saturday morning, while we were raking the last of the fallen leaves into neat piles, Elias paused and leaned on his rake. “I keep imagining the weekend,” he said. “Noah sitting on the porch with us. Amina watching to see how we treat him. I don’t want her to feel like she has to choose sides.”I nodded, gathering another armful of leaves. “I keep thinking the same thing. We’ve spent so long protecting our secret that it’s easy to forget