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Chapter 21: My Alpha Daddies 1
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“Where the fuck are these girls” Layla muttered, pacing the kitchen tile, bare feet slapping cold. “It’s almost eight.”Sunlight clawed through the blinds, striping her tank top, nipples hard from the chill. She’d been up since five, coffee cold in the mug, phone dead from refreshing Brittany’s chat. Big Daddy Burrito stood in the corner, eyes dim amber, cock rigid on charge, the faint hum of his battery the only sound besides Max whining at the door.Layla grabbed her phone again, thumb hovering. Brittany’s last text glowed:“Delayed him 2 hrs. He’s snoring. Go smash.”She smirked, remembering how she got Brittany’s number—stalking her Insta back when she begged the slut to leave Derek. Pathetic messages: “He’s mine. We have been together for Seven years.” Brittany never replied. Until last night.POUND-POUND-POUND rattled the front door like thunder. “The first bang rattled her coffee cup. The second one cracked her hangover. By the third, Layla knew it wasn’t the cops—it was her
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Derek and Brittany “Finally i’ll fuck you proper without Layla’s jealous ass calling the cops” Derek kicked the front door shut with his heel, the bang echoing through the dark house like a gunshot. Brittany’s heels clicked right behind him, her hand already sliding down his zipper before the lock even clicked.Brittany smiled. “We’re home, officer. You gonna cuff me now or keep pretending you’re not dying to fuck your little criminal?”Derek’s cock jumped at her words, still half-hard from the car. He grabbed her wrist—hard—spinning her against the hallway wall.“You’ve been a bad girl,” he said. “Public indecency. Hands up.”Brittany giggled, eyes sparkling, and bolted toward the bedroom like a porn-star on a mission.“Give me thirty seconds, officer,” she said. “I’ve got the perfect outfit.”She disappeared into the walk-in closet, the one Derek had paid for with Layla’s alimony money. The hinges creaked, spilling light over a rack of role-play dresses—leather cop uniforms, skimp
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“Eat Shit, Derek” Layla slammed the front door behind her, the sound echoing through the house like a gunshot, her heart still racing from the chaos on the porch. Max, the golden retriever, bounded over, tail wagging furiously, oblivious to the storm raging inside her. She dropped to her knees, burying her face in his fur for a moment, breathing in that familiar doggy scent to calm herself. "Good boy," she murmured, but her voice shook. The cop's lights had faded down the street, Derek's car screeching away like the coward he was, but the anger burned hot in her chest. She had reported them—Derek and his little slut Brittany—for "suspicious activity" in public, and watching the officer warn them from her window had been satisfying, but not enough. Not nearly enough.Big Daddy Burrito stood in the living room, his massive frame filling the space, eyes glowing that soft amber again now that he was charging from the outlet. He had slipped inside earlier, his battery low after the o
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“That fucking whore!”Derek’s tires screamed down the street, the car fishtailing like his rage. Brittany bounced in the passenger seat, crop top riding higher, eyes wide on his clenched jaw.“This isn’t over,” he snarled, pounding the wheel. “That bitch humiliated me. I’ll deal with her. I’ll make her pay.”Brittany bit her lip, watching him fume. She was the new one, the replacement, and replacements had to prove they were better. She slid her hand across the console, fingers brushing his thigh.“Let me make you feel better, Daddy,” she purred, voice sweet and desperate. “Let me take it to your hiney.”Derek’s eyes flicked to the rearview—Layla’s porch shrinking, Big Daddy’s arm around her waist. The car hadn’t moved yet; he was still parked across the street, engine idling, watching the front door like a hawk.Brittany didn’t wait. She unbuckled, leaned over, yanked his zipper down. His cock flopped out—soft, small, defeated.She wrapped her manicured hand around it, stroking slow
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“What the hell are you doing here?” she screamed, voice low and furious. “Go back to that cheating ass and the young slut you were fucking behind my back. The Tesla’s headlights cut across the porch like a spotlight, and there he was—Derek, her ex-husband, kneeling like he still owned the place, scratching behind Max’s ears. The golden retriever’s tail thumped the wood, happy as ever, while Derek’s face stayed calm, almost gentle, like he was doing her a favor just by showing up.Layla slammed the car door so hard the windows rattled. Her heels clicked sharp on the driveway, skirt still crooked from the office, thighs sticky with Big Daddy’s cum. She marched straight to him and snatched Max’s leash from his hand.“Give me my dog. Now,” Layla snapped, yanking the leash from his fingers.Derek let it slip through, eyes flicking to the Tesla where Big Daddy’s silhouette glowed faint amber through the tint. “Our dog, babe. And I’m just—”“Our? You lost ‘our’ the night you stuck your d
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Layla’s legs were still shaking.She was half-naked on the marble counter, skirt bunched at her waist, pussy dripping, wrists red from the silk ties.The marble counter was slick beneath her, and the air smelled like hot skin and expensive perfume mixed with the sharp tang of sex. She slid off the edge, legs wobbling, and reached for Big Daddy Burrito to steady herself.His eyes were black. Not glowing amber like always—just empty, like someone had pulled the plug on a lamp. His cock, though, stood straight up, thick and veined and shining with her wetness, refusing to go down even though the rest of him had shut off completely.“Big Daddy?” She touched his cheek—warm, but no reaction. “Baby, wake up.”“BIG DADDY!” She slapped his face. Still nothing.His dick twitched. Once. Like it wanted more.She knelt, heart racing, and tried to zip his pants. The head of his cock poked through the teeth like it was fighting to stay free. She gave up, panic rising in her throat. Did I break him
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