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CHAPTER 55: I Need You Inside Me. Please
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The pulses seemed to go on forever, each throb of his cock inside me sending aftershocks through my oversensitive body. I could feel every spurt, warm and thick, coating me from the inside, marking me in a way that felt almost irreversible. My own orgasm had left me limp and trembling, but this made me clench weakly around him again, drawing a low, broken groan from his chest.Eventually he shifted, pressing a kiss to the nape of my neck, then my shoulder. But instead of rolling away, his grip tightened. One hand slid up into my hair, fingers threading through the damp strands at the base of my skull.He tugged tilting my head back toward him.“Turn around,” he ordered, voice low and rough, carrying that unconscious edge of command that always made my stomach flip.I obeyed, slow and languid, his cock slipping out of me as I moved. The sudden emptiness made me whimper softly, and I felt the warm trickle of him start to leak down my thigh. He noticed—of course he did—and his eyes dark
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The stretch was exquisite. A low, guttural groan tore from his throat as he bottomed out, his hips flush against mine, buried so deep I felt him everywhere. My walls fluttered around him, adjusting to the thick heat of him, and I couldn’t hold back the broken moan that spilled from my lips. For a heartbeat he stayed still, forehead pressed to mine, breath ragged. His eyes were dark, almost black in the dim light, pupils blown wide with raw need. “Fuck,” he rasped. “You take me so perfectly every time.” Then he moved. He pulled back almost all the way, dragging over every sensitive inch inside me, before slamming back in with a force that jolted my entire body up the bed. My back arched, a sharp cry escaping as pleasure-pain sparked through me. He set a punishing rhythm immediately—deep, hard thrusts that filled the room with the wet slap of skin on skin, the creak of the mattress, my breathless gasps and his low grunts. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging in hard enough t
Daddies Taste Better CHAPTER 55: I Need You Inside Me. Please
My breath hitched. Heat flooded me, pooling low and fast. I arched into his hand, silently asking for more, and he gave it—rolling my nipple between his fingers, tugging, twisting until it ached in the best way. His other hand slid down my stomach, under the waistband of my leggings, fingers dipping beneath my panties to find me already soaked.“Christ, Thea,” he groaned, pressing one thick finger inside me without warning. “Always so fucking wet for me. Like your body knows exactly who it belongs to.”I whimpered, pushing back against him, feeling the hard length of his cock pressed against my ass through his pants. He added a second finger, curling them, stroking that spot that made my toes curl.“You’re going to come on my fingers first,” he said against my neck, teeth scraping the sensitive skin there. “Then on my tongue. And only then will I fuck you. Slow at first. Then hard enough you feel me for days.”I was already trembling, hips rocking into his hand, chasing the pressure.
Daddies Taste Better CHAPTER 54: What Was One More?
I waited.The clock on my phone ticked past midnight, then one, then two. The house stayed stubbornly silent—no crunch of tires on the driveway, no soft click of the front door, no footsteps on the stairs. Not a single sound.I’d turned off the lamp an hour ago, but sleep was impossible so I just laid on my back, eyes fixed on the faint glow of moon through the curtains, every sense tuned to the smallest sound.Was it shameless of me that I waited?Well, I’d done a lot of shameless things lately. What was one more?I’d let Gage fuck me on the dining-room table while the housekeeper could have walked in at any moment. I’d come twice in the backseat of his car with his driver twenty feet away. I’d touched myself in the shower to the memory of his cum still inside me, whispering his name like a prayer while calling myself disgusting. I’d lied to Noah’s face to protect a man who was technically still my boyfriend’s father.Waiting up for Gage to come home so I could slip into his bed fel
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Mia drove me home after our second round of coffees turned into lunch at the campus diner. She didn’t ask if I wanted a ride; she just said, “Get in, I’m taking you,” and I was too drained to argue. Mia’s old Honda fishtailed once on the way out of the parking lot, but she handled it with a muttered curse and a quick correction, her hands tight on the wheel.We didn’t talk much. The radio did the talking with a sad indie songs and we just listened.We pulled through the gates and Mia parked in the circular drive and turned to me.“You sure you’re good?”“Yeah,” I let out. “You?”“Yeah.”“You sure?”She chuckled and leaned over to hug me. “Love you.”“Love you too.”I climbed out, waving as she backed down the drive and disappeared out the gate. Then I turned to the house.The front door was unlocked when I stepped in, which was probably Mrs. Harlan doing. The foyer was dim, only the soft glow from the chandelier on its lowest setting.But it won’t take a genius to notice that the ho
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The ride to campus felt longer than usual, even though traffic was light. I spent most of it staring out the window, watching the snow-dusted streets slide by, my mind stuck in an endless loop and by the time the car pulled up outside the economics building, I was exhausted all over again. Finals were looming, and I had a 9 a.m. lecture I couldn’t miss. What a great time to have situationship problems.I thanked the driver, grabbed my bag, and trudged through the slushy paths toward the lecture hall.The campus was quiet, which wasn’t a surprise since most people had already left for break, but those of us with exams next week were still grinding. The air was sharp, biting at my cheeks, and I pulled my scarf higher as I pushed through the doors.I spotted Mia immediately.She was slumped in our usual row near the back, hood up, staring at her phone like it had personally offended her. Even from a distance, she looked… off. Her curls were frizzier than usual, stuffed haphazardly und
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