I've watched over her since she was a kid.
My best friend's daughter. The one he trusts me to shield from the world.
But now she's grown into this vision of forbidden ripeness, her full breasts straining against sundresses in that sunlit kitchen, milk beading on her skin like dew no one else sees.
I fixed the damn faucet that dripped endlessly, our hands brushing too long, her breath catching as my eyes betrayed me.
Swore I'd never cross that line. Loyalty above all.
Yet here I am, tormented by the ache in her swollen curves, the way she arches toward me in secret, begging without words for my mouth to claim what's leaking from her.
She's a trust fund princess fighting her old man's grip, craving the kind of possession that sets her free.
And God help me, I want to give it. Rough hands pinning her in the cramped backseat of my car, sweat mixing with her creamy overflow as I milk her dry, moans stifled against my shoulder.
Every suck pulls me deeper into damnation, her body my ruinous salvation, tight and yielding under years of pent-up hunger.
Age and bloodlines twist it profane. Nurture turned to ecstasy in my grip.
One taste undid every vow.
Her father's friendship hangs by the thinnest thread, her inheritance one whisper from crumbling, my self-respect already in tatters.
She's defiant, reckless, husky whispers daring me to break her open.
But if I devour her completely, what shreds remain?
A full-length age gap lactation milking taboo dad's best friend erotic romance featuring a gruff protector and his best friend's ripe, overflowing daughter. Includes themes of taboo possession, creamy milking surrender, and forbidden age gap claiming.
