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84. I Slept With My Therapist

Penulis: Hazeel
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-03-07 10:21:00

The dirty talk makes me clench. "Yes. Please."

He kisses me, and I can taste myself on his tongue. It should be weird but it's not—it's hot, filthy in the best way.

"Let me get a condom," he says, pulling back.

"I'm on the pill," I say quickly. "And I'm clean. I got tested after my last... I haven't been with anyone in months."

He goes very still. "Are you sure?"

"Are you clean?"

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  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   84. I Slept With My Therapist

    The dirty talk makes me clench. "Yes. Please."He kisses me, and I can taste myself on his tongue. It should be weird but it's not—it's hot, filthy in the best way."Let me get a condom," he says, pulling back."I'm on the pill," I say quickly. "And I'm clean. I got tested after my last... I haven't been with anyone in months."He goes very still. "Are you sure?""Are you clean?""Yes. I got tested after my divorce was finalized. Haven't been with anyone since.""Then I'm sure," I say. "I want to feel you. Just you. No barriers."He closes his eyes, jaw clenching. "You're going to kill me.""Good way to go though."He laughs despite himself, and then he's kissing me again while he works his jeans open. I help him push them down along with his boxers, and then—

  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   83. You Need My Cock?

    The fact that he's asking—that even now, he's checking for consent—makes my chest tight."Yes," I whisper.He unhooks it with practiced ease, slides the straps down my arms. When it falls away, I'm bare from the waist up, and the way he's looking at me makes me feel powerful and vulnerable all at once."Perfect," he says, almost to himself. Then his mouth is on me.He kisses across my collarbone, down to the swell of my breast. When his lips close around my nipple, I arch into him with a gasp."Sensitive," he murmurs against my skin. "I'll remember that."He lavishes attention on both breasts, alternating between gentle sucking and harder pressure that makes me squirm. His other hand slides down my stomach, pops the button of my jeans."These need to come off too," he says.I lift my hips and he slides the

  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   82. Naked For Him

    This kiss is different from the ones in his office.Those were desperate. Frantic. Born from weeks of denied attraction finally snapping.This one is... deliberate. Certain.He cups my face in both hands, tilts my head up, and kisses me like he has all the time in the world. Like he's trying to memorize the taste of me. His tongue slides against mine, slow and thorough, and I melt into him.His body is solid against mine. I can feel every inch of him—the hard planes of his chest, the strength in his arms, the way his heart is racing just as fast as mine.When we finally break apart, we're both breathing hard."Bedroom," he says, voice rough.I nod.He takes my hand—such a simple gesture, but it makes my chest ache—and leads me down the hallway.His bedroom is just as organized as

  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   81. In His Apartment

    I almost turned back three times on the drive to his apartment.Once at the first red light, when the reality of what I was doing hit me like cold water. Once when I was two blocks away and my hands started shaking so badly I had to pull over. And once when I was sitting in his parking garage, staring at the address he'd texted me, thinking this is insane, this is career suicide for him, this is wrong wrong wrong.But I didn't turn back.Because I'm selfish. Because I want him more than I care about the consequences. Because some part of me—the honest, ugly part—knows that if I drive away now, I'll regret it for the rest of my life.So here I am. Standing outside apartment 8C with my heart in my throat and my hands still shaking.I knock before I can change my mind.The door opens almost immediately, like he was waiting on the other side.And oh.Oh god.I've only ever seen Ethan in his therapist uniform—pressed button-downs, slacks, that careful professional polish. But right now he'

  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   80. I Need You Inside Me

    "I know what you need," he says, his hand sliding between my legs, cupping me through my panties. "Fuck, you're soaking wet.""Your fault," I gasp as he presses the heel of his hand against my clit."My fault," he agrees, and there's something dark and satisfied in his voice. "I've been thinking about making you this wet since the first session. When you crossed your legs and I tried so fucking hard not to look.""You looked," I say."I looked," he confirms, sliding my panties to the side and finally—*finally*—touching me bare. "Couldn't help it. You're too fucking perfect."His fingers circle my clit, and I nearly come apart right there. "Inside," I beg. "Please, I need—"He slides two fingers inside me, and the relief is so intense I cry out."That's it," he groans, watching my face as he fucks me with his fingers. "That's my girl. Show me how good it feels.""So good," I gasp, rolling my hips against his hand. "Ethan, fuck, don't stop—""Not stopping," he promises. "Going to make y

  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   79. Touch me, please

    The elevator ride up to the eighth floor is silent and charged. We stand on opposite sides, not touching, but I can feel the electricity between us like a physical thing.When the doors open, he leads me down a carpeted hallway to a door marked 8C. His hands are shaking slightly as he unlocks it."This is—" he starts as we step inside.But I don't let him finish. I drop my bag, turn, and pull him down into another kiss.This time, there's no hesitation. He kisses me back immediately, kicking the door closed behind us and pressing me against it.His hands slide down to my thighs, and he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively, gasping at the friction of his hard cock pressing against exactly where I need it."Bedroom," I manage between kisses."Can't," he groans, grinding against me. "Can't wait that long.""Then don't," I say, and that's all the permission he needs.He carries me—actually carries me—to the couch, laying me down and covering my body with his. The weight

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