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0036: Ruined By Daddy's Rival — Part 3

Author: Kefy Flairr
last update publish date: 2026-07-13 01:13:21

RINA

I came face-to-face with the absolute monster that was Graham Stone. My own nightmare.

He was towering over me, his massive frame seeming to block out the rest of the office. His sharp jaw was clenched incredibly hard, the muscles ticking violently under his skin, and his dark eyes burned with a terrifying, predatory look that I had only ever seen in really scary horror movies.

I couldn't believe how many different, intense expressions were crossing his sharp face all at the exact same
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  • The Protector    0081: Daddy's Cummandments — Part 2

    BRIELLE From underneath, I could see the lower part of Daddy's perfect body clearly. His cock was dangling heavily at his front, already hardened once more, the head shiny with the traces of his cum and my saliva. He reached down and wrapped a hand around it, giving it one long, slow stroke. “Second,” he said, voice carrying a quiet intensity. “You will take my cock in that tight, little cunt and you will not come. Not once. Not even a little flutter. You will keep your orgasm locked up tight while I use you, while I fill you, while I pump every single drop straight into that greedy little hole. If you come before I give you the permission to, there will be consequences. Are we clear?” My voice was already shaky, my pussy pulsing with so much need and desire it was almost impossible to bear. “Yes, Daddy.” He smiled smugly. Loving the fact that I was right under his command and will do anything to please him. Then he moved closer and I shifted to the edge, the leather fee

  • The Protector    0080: Daddy's Cummandments — Part 1

    BRIELLE It was a hot summer night. Mom wasn't home. She was miles away in Milan, basking in the flashing lights of a fashion runway. I should be in bed. But here I was in my step daddy’s playroom, only accessible through a secret button in his study. And tonight, a different kind of lesson was just about to begin. This had been our secret arrangement for a long time. Daddy and I have been entangled in a thick web of dependence and control that existed right beneath our ‘perfect family’ image. The door shut behind me with a sharp click that made my heart race and my knees weak. I stood in the middle of the room, right beside the elevated, leather-padded platform, exactly as he’d ordered—naked, barefoot, hands clasped behind my back, eyes lowered. I was more than ready to be used. Marked. Claimed. Dominated. The air in his playroom was cool against my skin, but the heat already pooled low in my belly. Daddy didn’t speak at first. He liked to take his time in setting th

  • The Protector    0079: VIP Room — Part 5

    TINASHE He grabbed my hips in response, his nails digging harder into my flesh and he started fucking me. Hard. Fast. His thrusts became erratic and wild, losing all rhythm as he chased his own release while pushing me toward mine. The bed rocked beneath us, slamming against the wall with each powerful drive of his hips. I leaned down and watched as his cock slid in and out of my pussy, the sight pushing me even further to the edge. I couldn't look away from his cock disappearing inside me, glistening with my arousal, only to reappear slick and shining before he slammed back in. His thrusts grew more brutal than the last, hitting something deep inside me that made me scream over and over until my throat burned raw and my voice started to give out. "Yes, yes, just like that," I moaned, the words tumbling out of me without thought. "Right there. Hmmmm, don't stop. Please." He went on, fucking me hard and relentless, his cock shifting things deep inside me, rearranging me to fit

  • The Protector    0078: VIP Room — Part 4

    TINASHE His cock slid out easily from between my breasts, leaving me empty and aching. Before I could protest, he reached out and grabbed my arm in a firm grip. He pulled me up and flipped me with great urgency, turning me to lay on my back on the bed. He spread my thighs wide with rough hands, pushing them apart until I was open and exposed to him. He hovered above me, his body casting a shadow over mine, his cock still hard and wet, pointing toward me like a weapon. Then he went lower, settling between my legs, and spread me even wider. My pussy lips parted open for him, glistening and swollen, begging for his attention. He leaned down and licked. I let out a moan that sounded more like a scream, my body writhing beneath him as his tongue made contact with the sensitive flesh. The sensation was electrifying, sending sparks shooting up my spine. He licked slowly, dragging his tongue from my entrance all the way up to my clit in one long, torturous stroke. I let out another moan,

  • The Protector    0077: VIP Room — Part 3

    TINASHE Then suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth, leaving me gasping and empty. My lips felt swollen and used, and I could still taste him on my tongue—salty, male and intoxicating. I looked up at him, confused and needy, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. His cock stood upright, slick with my saliva, throbbing visibly with his pulse. "Take off your clothes," he ordered, his voice rough and commanding. "I want to see all of you. Now." I scrambled to my feet immediately, my legs shaky but my hands eager. Eager to please. Eager to obey his command. My fingers quickly found the hem of my crop top, and I pulled it over my head in one quick motion. My boobs spilled out instantly, bouncing free with the movement. I hadn't been wearing a bra—hadn't seen the point when I knew exactly where every night always headed. My nipples were already hard as pebbles, tight and aching and begging for his attention. They craved his mouth, his fingers, any single thing he wanted to giv

  • The Protector    0076: VIP Room — Part 2

    TINASHE I smirked at that, feeling a rush of power and anticipation coursing through my veins. I reached down and entwined my fingers with his, gripping tight. Without another word, I led him toward the back of the club, weaving through the crowd with single-minded purpose. The music thumped around us, bass vibrating through the floor and up through my heels, but all my focus was on getting him alone, getting him inside me. We reached the private section, and I nodded at the bouncer standing guard there. He was a regular, knew me well enough to know what I wanted. He nodded back immediately, no questions asked, and opened the door that revealed a hallway stretching beyond. The corridor was dim, illuminated by dull, flickering neon lights that cast shadows on the walls. The hall was lined with several doors on each side. VIP rooms for exclusive members that seeked private pleasures. Some of the doors stood open, revealing glimpses of writhing bodies and tangled limbs. Some were

  • The Protector    0003: Deep-Throating My Daddies — Part 3

    MELANIELucas stood up from the couch in one smooth, predatory motion and began walking over to me, his intense hazel eyes completely fixed on mine. The sheer size of him seemed to grow with every step he took toward the love seat, his heavy, combat-booted feet clicking against the hardwood floor

  • The Protector    0002: Deep-Throating My Daddies — Part 2

    MELANIE Coming down the stairs, my heart pounded so wildly in my chest I genuinely felt like the organ was going to burst right through my ribs. The house was dead quiet except for the low, rumbling murmur coming from the living room. I heard their voices even before I reached the bottom step. I

  • The Protector    0001: Deep-Throating My Daddies — Part 1

    MELANIE Ever since I was a little girl, my mom had always warned me of one thing—boys. “Be careful, Mel. They could ruin your life,” she’d always tell me, her voice dripping with the bitter residue of her own failed relationships. But there was one thing she’d never cautioned me about—Men. Sh

  • The Protector    0005: Deep-Throating My Daddies — Part 5

    MELANIE Shoving me roughly down onto my knees, Lucas smirked down at me, lifting his dark, perfectly arched brows as he towered over my trembling form. The hardwood floor bit unapologetically into my bare knees, but I barely even felt it. My entire focus was completely locked on what was happ

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