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0082: Daddy's Cummandments — Part 3
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2026-10-26 00:38:57
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The Protector 0087: Trapped In An Elevator — Part 4
LOUISA I scramble to obey, turning and kneeling on the leather, ass up, chest down. He moves behind me, spreads me open with both hands. I feel his eyes on my dripping cunt. I feel exposed, filthy, perfect. Then the thick head of him presses against me again and he sinks in with a groan that sounds almost pained. This angle is even deeper and much more intense. He bottoms out and stays there, grinding, letting me feel every inch of his cock. One hand slides up my spine and fists in my hair, pulling my head back just enough to arch my back the way he wants. The other hand grips my hip hard enough to bruise. “You take it so fucking well,” he mutters. “Like this hole was made for me.” Then he starts fucking me in long, powerful strokes that make my breasts swing and the couch shift under us. The wet slap of skin on skin is loud in the quiet room. I can hear how soaked I am, how easily he slides in and out of the mess he already left inside me. Every thrust forces a soft, broken sou
The Protector 0086: Trapped In An Elevator — Part 3
LOUISA It continues its descent with a soft mechanical groan, the lights brightening to their usual sterile white. My heartbeat is beginning to get steady. Marcus’s cum is still very much warm and slick between my thighs, slowly sliding down the inside of one leg under my skirt. I can feel the wetness of it with every shift of my weight. My bra cups are still shoved under my breasts, nipples still a bit tight and sensitive from his mouth. He reaches down, picks up my blouse from the floor, and holds it out without a word. I take it. My hands are not entirely steady as I push my arms through the sleeves and start buttoning. He watches me the entire time, eyes dark, jaw tight. Unlike mine, there’s no soft afterglow on his face. Just hunger that still hasn’t been satisfied yet. He tucks himself away, slowly, like he has all the time in the world. He zips, then buckles his belt. The only evidence left on him is the very slight flush high on his cheekbones and the way his bre
The Protector 0085: Trapped In An Elevator — Part 2
LOUISA “I might have some idea, Marcus,” I whisper back. His hand slides down over the curve of my ass, squeezing. “Turn around.” The command sends a fresh pulse of heat between my legs. My panties are flooded. I turn, facing the mirrored wall. He steps in close behind me, chest to my back, and I watch our reflections through the flickering emergency ligh—my flushed face, his darker one over my shoulder, the way his hands look spanning my waist. He reaches around and starts unbuttoning my blouse. Slow. Steady. Each button reveals more of the black lace underneath. When the blouse hangs open he pushes it off my shoulders and it falls to the floor. His mouth finds the side of my neck. He presses a soft kiss there, while his hands cup my breasts through the bra. “These have been driving me crazy,” he says against my skin, thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks of my nipples. “Every meeting. Every presentation. I’ve wanted to get my mouth on them.” I arch into his hands. “Then do
The Protector 0084: Trapped In An Elevator — Part 1
LOUISA I step into the elevator on the 42nd floor of the Vanguard Tower, the doors sliding shut with that soft mechanical sigh that always kicked in claustrophobia. My phone is already out, thumb scrolling through the latest campaign metrics, when the man who runs this entire building steps in right behind me. Marcus Hale. CEO. Late forties. Six-foot-something of well-tailored charcoal suit and quiet authority. He was the kind of man who doesn’t raise his voice because he doesn’t have to. Everyone already listens. “Louisa,” he says, voice low and even. Just my name. No “Ms. Kane.” No corporate distance. Just Louisa, like he’s tasting it. “Mr. Hale.” I keep my eyes on the screen even though the numbers blur. The air suddenly feels thicker. I couldn't ignore the dominating smell of him. It was like cedar and something warmer underneath—soap, like he just showered. Clean skin, a very faint hint of the whiskey he keeps in the decanter in his office for late nights. The eleva
The Protector 0083: Daddy's Cummandments — Part 4
BRIELLE “You’ve earned it,” he said above me, voice low and calm the way it always was when he was about to ruin me further. “I want you on your back. You’re going to spread your legs as wide as they go.” I blinked through the intense haze of pleasure as I listened to his command. “You’ll hold yourself open with your hands. Then you’re going to beg me to fuck your pussy. You’ll thank me for every single drop. And when I come inside you, you’re going to hold it like a good little cumdump.” “Do you get me, Princess?” My voice cracked. “I…I get you, Daddy.” “Then do it.” I laid on my back as he'd instructed, the leather sticking to my sweaty skin. His cum was still warm and sticky on me, drying out slowly. My hands were shaking when I reached down. I pressed my fingers to my cunt and pulled the lips wide open. The stretch burned. The exposure made my face burn hotter. I could literally feel his eyes feasting on my pussy. Then Daddy stood between my spread thighs and looked
The Protector 0082: Daddy's Cummandments — Part 3
BRIELLE He moved closer, cock already hardening again, the head glistening with his semen. “Patience, Princess,” he said, voice quiet and absolute. “Right now, you will take my cock in your ass. You will stay open for me. You will not tighten up.” A shiver went down my spine, my nipples already hardening instinctively at his command. He went on. “And while I fuck that tight little hole, you still won't cum.” “Then you will thank me for using both holes. And you still do not come. Do you understand me?” My breath hitched, tangling somewhere in my throat. I wasn't sure of what I was agreeing to, but I agreed to it anyway. “Yes…yes, Daddy.” “Good,” he murmured gruffly. “Now spread yourself open for me.” I obeyed immediately, cheeks burning, fingers digging into my own ass and pulling myself wide open for him. The cool air kissed my tight hole, causing me to tremble slightly. I was still so full with his cum. Thick drops after drops creating a wet, sticky path down my thighs,
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
The Protector 0004: Deep-Throating My Daddies — Part 4
MELANIE Liam’s hand came up to lightly stroke the bottom of my soft lips, his thick thumb tracing the curve of my mouth with a heavy pressure that made my entire jaw tremble. He leaned down, his face closing the final distance, and kissed me.God, it was everything I had ever imagined during those
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
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