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Taste of Shame II

Auteur: Angela Shyna
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-04 04:36:08

ANGEL

The mention of Daddy’s name sent rage blazing through me—which was probably his intent. He was trying to provoke me, to use my grief as a weapon against me.

To shame me.

This was humiliation.

And it was working.

His hand shot between my thighs before I could respond, fingers sliding through my folds with obscene familiarity.

“You were saying?” He held up glistening fingers, coated in my wetness. “Soaking wet, baby girl. Look at that. Your slutty little pussy gets nice and ready for anyone
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Nicheeka Smith
This is what I’m talking about he has to break her to love him
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Cassandra
i hope he mind staying tack even if her body betrays her. can wait for the next updates
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  • Daddies In My Holes   STRANGERS

    VINCENT Morning came, and nothing had changed. The sunlight was out, but it didn't do a damn thing to melt the frost that had settled over the house. Angel sat across from me at the breakfast table, eating her eggs dully. Her eyes stayed fixed on her plate. She didn’t look at me. She didn’t acknowledge my existence beyond what was strictly required to share the same space. Not even a good morning. None of her usual soft murmur as she passed my chair, no fleeting touch of her hand against my shoulder. Nothing. I couldn’t help but notice that she was dressed like she was heading to a convent. My eyes lingered on the hideous clothing. Where the hell did she pull out those clothes from? A high-necked cream colored sweater buttoned all the way to her throat, sleeves pulled past her wrists. Her pants were loose, heavy fabric that gave away absolutely nothing about the shape of her legs. I almost wanted to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it. Really? To this extent? Every ot

  • Daddies In My Holes   FRACTURES

    VINCENT“I’m s-sorry!”I’d been in a daze, a foggy trance that snapped at those two words of apology.Then the reality of the room rushed back, crashing into me.All of it.The ragged, frantic hitch of my own breathing.The way my fingers were still buried deep into the soft flesh of her arms, gripping her hard enough to leave deep, dark bruises tomorrow.I was pinning down a pregnant woman. My pregnant woman. Standing over her like she was an enemy to hurtThe sound of her sob cut cleanly through the last of the haze.She was crying. Because of me.The realization landed like a sledgehammer directly to my sternum. The echo of the words I’d just snarled at her terrified me so intensely that I wanted to put a bullet through my own skull right then and there.“I’m sorry, I am SORRY!” she apologized again, her voice trembling under the weight of her panic.“…” I opened my mouth, but my throat was tight, choked with ash.No words came.I wanted to reach back through time, and strangle

  • Daddies In My Holes   KISS, DEVOUR, POISON

    ANGEL With our gazes glued, I reached down and cupped his cock through his sleep pants. Oh. Oh, fuck. He was hard. So hard. Thick and straining against my palm like it was trying to break free. I could feel every inch of him through the thin fabric—the rigid length, the swollen head, the heat radiating off him like a furnace. Daddy’s cock filled my palm and then some, impossibly thick, impossibly hard. I wrapped my fingers around him as best I could through the fabric. Stroked up, slow and firm, feeling him pulse beneath my palm. Feeling him throb with every frantic beat of his heart. And then I pressed my thumb against the head, rubbing in a slow circle. Then I pressed. Hard. He hissed—a sharp, pained sound punched out of his lungs—and his hips jerked forward involuntarily, grinding into my hand. His eyes squeezed shut. His jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscles straining. “There you go, Daddy. Stop fighting it. You want me, don’t you?” I whispered, triumph in my ton

  • Daddies In My Holes   KISS ME, DADDY

    ANGELI woke with the urgent need to pee.Again.Pregnancy bladder was a special kind of torture. I couldn’t go more than three hours without my body demanding I empty it immediately.The problem was Daddy. His arm was wrapped around me so tight, his body curved around mine like a cage. His hand was splayed across my belly—even in sleep. I could feel him behind me, his groin pressed against my ass through the thin fabric of his sleep pants. Twitching slightly, like even his cock was dreaming about me.The thought made me smile. I thought about grinding back against him, to wake him up the fun way and feel that thick length slide between my thighs until he was groaning my name into my hair.But my bladder had other plans.This baby and my stupid bladder was cockblocking me from the inside.I extracted myself from Vincent’s arms carefully, trying not to wake him. His grip tightened reflexively, a low possessive sound rumbling from his chest like a warning—but I managed to slip free.I

  • Daddies In My Holes   PLAY WITH ME II

    ANGELVincent’s eyes dropped to my chest.Just for a second. Just a flicker.But I caught it.There you are, Daddy. There’s that hungry look I’ve been waiting for.“They’re so swollen,” I continued, cupping my breasts through my shirt like I was assessing the damage. Lifting them slightly. Pushing them together. Drawing attention to exactly where I wanted it.I made sure to move slowly, ensuring he could see every detail—the way my fingers sank into the soft flesh, the way my nipples hardened beneath my palms, straining against the thin fabric of my tank top. No bra underneath. There was nothing between his eyes and my body except a flimsy scrap of cotton.“Is this normal? The pregnancy books didn’t say anything about them getting this big.”Daddy’s grip on the book tightened. I watched his breathing shallow.That’s it. Keep looking, Daddy. Keep wanting.“It’s… normal.” His voice came out rougher than usual. Strained. As though he was forcing each word through gravel. “Your body is p

  • Daddies In My Holes   PLAY WITH ME I

    ANGELWe existed in the same routine for the next few days.A routine where Daddy and I shared a bed, ate meals together, completely in each other’s space—but yet, we were tiptoeing around the edges of the awareness that burned between us.Even if we didn’t talk about it, I could feel it.The tension.It thickened with each passing hour, filling the air between us until every breath felt heavy. Until I could practically taste the want radiating off him like heat from a furnace.Vincent watched me.These were hungry looks. Possessive. Consuming.His eyes followed me across rooms like dark shadows. They lingered on my face, my lips. They dropped to my belly and stayed there, darkening with something that looked like satisfaction. Ownership. Claim.I caught him doing it constantly.Obsessively.Every single day.And I loved it.There was something deeply satisfying about being watched like that. About knowing that Daddy—the man who controlled empires, who made grown men tremble with a gl

  • Daddies In My Holes   Reward II

    ANGELHe stepped back, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his sleep pants. He pulled them down slowly.His cock sprang free. Hard. Flushed dark. The head swollen and glistening with a bead of precum that caught the morning light. Heavy. Thick. Curving upward slightly like it was reaching for

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-04-03

  • Daddies In My Holes   Unleashed II

    ANGELI kissed him back. Tasted him. He growled into my mouth and the kiss turned feral — teeth and tongues and fury. . . Something underneath that was starving.He pressed me further onto the couch and his weight came down on me. His hips landed between my thighs and I felt him — hard, straining,

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-04-01

  • Daddies In My Holes   Date With Daddy

    ANGEL Dinner was my idea. “Can we go out tonight? Just us? Like we used to?” I’d asked. He’d agreed and I’d nearly squealed. This might as well be our first date, he just didn’t know it yet. The last time we had dinner alone in public, I was still a kid. And afterwards I’d hated seeing Jillian

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-03-31

  • Daddies In My Holes   THE THERAPIST

    ANGELDr Moreau’s office smelled like chamomile tea. I hated it even before my ass touched the chair.The woman was exactly what I expected. Her dark hair was pinned into a strict bun, her reading glasses dangling on her nose. She was wearing a silk blouse that was buttoned all the way to her thro

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