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0090: Daddy's Cumdump — Part 1
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2026-11-13 05:05:05
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The Protector 0093: Dirty Deeds With Bestie's Daddy — Part 2
SOPHIE I go into my room on tippy toes, change into a fresh pair of soft cotton shorts and a thin tank top, nothing underneath either of them, and then I slip out the back door as quietly as I can. The night air is cooler now and smells like woodsmoke and faintly of the burger we were grilling earlier. The fire pit is still going, low orange flames casting moving light across the grass and the wooden railing that looks out over the black water. Richard is sitting, a beer bottle hanging from his fingers. He looks up when he hears the door and watches me walk toward him the whole way. “She up?” he asks, voice low enough that it won’t carry back to the house. “Sleeping.” He sets the bottle down in the grass and holds out a hand. I take it and he pulls me forward until I’m standing in between his knees. His eyes move over me in the firelight, lingering on the way the thin tank clings to my chest in the cool air. He reaches up and rests both hands on the backs of my thighs, just u
The Protector 0092: Dirty Deeds With Bestie's Daddy — Part 1
SOPHIE I wake up to the sound of water lapping against the dock and the smell of coffee drifting through the open windows. The lake house is already feeling so warm even though it’s only mid-morning. I stretch under the light blanket in the guest room and listen for a second. My best friend, Jenna, is still asleep in the room upstairs. Mack, her younger brother, went out early to fish with some friends. That leaves just me and Richard downstairs. I pull on a pair of short cutoff jeans and a loose white tank top that doesn’t do much to hide the fact that I’m not wearing a bra. It’s the kind of outfit that feels normal for a weekend at the lake, but I know exactly how it looks. I’ve been thinking about him since we got here yesterday. Actually, that's just a mild, pardonable way to put it. Richard is forty-nine, recently widowed, and built like a man who still does real work with his hands. Broad shoulders, strong forearms, the kind of quiet strength that makes the air feel he
The Protector 0091: Daddy's Cumdump — Part 2
LENA “Come with me,” he says, standing up and setting me on my feet. My legs feel unsteady and I almost lose my balance as I get up. He sees it. Sees how ruined he's left me. Then he takes my hand and leads me out of the study, down the hallway, and up the stairs. Most of the house is dark except for the soft light coming from his open bedroom door at the end of the hall. As soon as we’re inside he closes the door and turns to face me. He looks at my naked form for a moment like a predator thinking of how best it could devour its delicious prey. “Get on the bed,” he says. “On your back, legs spread open for me.”I obey. I climb onto his bed and do what he says. My wet center is glistening under the lights, clenching tight with need. He stands at the foot of the bed and looks between my legs, eyes on the shiny wetness. “So fucking perfect.” He murmurs, his voice rough and gravelly. He strips out of his clothes and crawls onto the bed, settling himself right between my thig
The Protector 0090: Daddy's Cumdump — Part 1
LENA I stand outside the study door for a long minute with my heart beating hard in my chest. The house is quiet the way it always is this late. Daniel is still up. I can see the warm light spilling out under the door, and hear the soft crinkling of papers. He’s been in there since dinner, the same way he’s been every night for months, like he’s trying to put as much space between us as possible. I’m wearing one of his old white button-downs. It hangs to the middle of my thighs and the sleeves are rolled up because they’re too long. I didn’t put on anything underneath. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks, maybe longer, and tonight I finally stopped talking myself out of it. I push the door open without knocking. He looks up from the leather chair behind the desk. He’s in dark jeans and a black t-shirt, the reading glasses he sometimes uses pushed up on his head. Forty-seven and still the most solid, mesmerizing man I’ve ever known. His eyes move over me slowly and something
The Protector 0089: Marked And Owned — Part 2
KENDALL I stay in his lap a little longer, feeling him get hard inside me, the slow leak of his cum steady sliding down between us. Donald moves one hand to the back of my neck as the kiss deepened, thumb stroking the side of my throat like he’s calming something wild. The other hand drifts down and cups my ass, holding me in place. “You’re trembling, Ken,” he murmurs quietly into the kiss. “You always tremble after I make you come hard like that.” I let out a soft breath against his mouth. “And it’s all your fault.” “I know.” He kisses the top of my head, then tips my face up so I’m looking straight at him. “I’m not done with you. Not even close. We’ve got time.” He lifts me off his lap carefully. I feel the thick rush of cum follow, warm and messy down my thighs. He watches it happen, eyes dark, and reaches out to catch some of it on his fingers. Then he pushes those same fingers back inside me, slow and easy, like he’s putting it where it belongs. “You’re a slut fo
The Protector 0088: Marked And Owned — Part 1
KENDALL I walk into the VIP room and the door shuts behind me. The deafening music from the main floor is muffled now. Up here, it's business. Strictly business. Soft purple lights make everything look warmer than it is. Donald is already sitting on a long velvet couch against the far wall, legs spread, one arm resting along the back like he owns the place. He always looks like that. Like a sexy Greek god. He's wearing a black shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, timepiece catching the light. Even at Forty-eight, he's still the kind of man who makes every other guy in the club look like they were trying too hard. “Hey, stranger,” I say, keeping my voice light the way I do with all the regulars. “Three hours, right? You must’ve missed me.” He doesn’t smile. He just looks at me, slow, from my heels all the way up. “Come here, Ken.” Ken. Only he called me that. I cross the small space and stop between his knees. The private-dance rules say I stay standing, keep a little dis
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
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
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