ВойтиShare
three days
publish date:
2026-05-08 04:13:30
Latest chapter
On My Daddy's Bed my woman
Richard POV I woke to her curled against my chest, her hair spread across my shoulder, her breathing soft and even in the early morning light.For a moment I just lay there, watching her sleep. Taking in the way she looked in my shirt, the fabric falling off one shoulder. The way her hand rested on my heart like she was claiming me even in sleep.I'd been thinking about this all night. About how to tell her that I didn't want this to be temporary anymore. That I was done with stolen moments and lies and pretending this was just an affair.She deserved better than sneaking around.She deserved to be claimed.I reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, careful not to wake her. My thumb traced her cheekbone gently. She stirred slightly, pressing into my touch and I felt something shift in my chest.This woman. This beautiful, broken, resilient woman was mine and I was tired of hiding it.The doorbell rang.I froze. Isadora's breathing remained steady and undisturbed.
On My Daddy's Bed my chest
I pulled back from Richard reluctantly, my body still humming from what had just happened between us."Come home with me," he said, his hand stroking down my spine.I looked at him, taken aback by that suggestion. I wasn't expecting him to ask me that so you can't blame me for acting surprised."What about Marcus? He'll ask questions if I don't come home." I pointed out. Although our marriage was not ideal, I never for once stayed out of the house.Marcus was bound to ask questions."You just tell him you're staying at your friend's house." Richard said simply. "Tell him you need a night with your friend.” He added .“ Besides, he won't care whether you go home or not.He'll probably be relieved. It means he gets a night with whoever he's actually interested in."Richard reminded me. It didn't sting hearing that. I'd come to accept that my husband was a gay age preferred dicks over pussies.I pulled out my phone and typed out a message to Marcus.“Staying at Benita's tonight. I need
On My Daddy's Bed something beautiful
Richard stood between my thighs and I could feel him there, hard and ready, but he didn't rush.He tilted my chin up with two fingers and looked at me like he was making sure I was really with him and not somewhere else in my head."Are you sure?" he asked quietly.I nodded and pulled him closer, my legs wrapping tighter around his waist.When he pushed inside me it was slow and deep and completely different from every other time we'd been like this. There was no aggression, no punishment and no power play designed to prove a point. It was just him moving into me like he was claiming something sacred instead of something to take."Oh god," I whispered, my arms wrapping around his neck, my fingers digging into his shoulders.Richard buried his face against my shoulder, his breathing rough against my skin. His hands gripped my hips but gently and carefully, like he was afraid of breaking something fragile…like I was fragile.He moved slowly and deeply.I felt every inch of him, every d
On My Daddy's Bed between us
I pulled back from him slowly, my forehead still against his.Richard's hand stayed at the back of my neck, his thumb moving gently across my skin. His eyes searched my face like he was trying to memorize something he was afraid he'd lose.I kissed him before I could overthink it.It was slow at first, my hands against his jaw, asking instead of taking. Everything about the kiss was different from every other time between us.There was no urgency,no power play….just me choosing him quietly and deliberately.Richard went still for a moment.Then he kissed me back and it was like nothing had ever existed before this moment. His mouth moved against mine with a patience that undid me completely.It felt like he was trying to pour everything he couldn't say into the space between us.When I finally pulled back, breathless, I whispered against his mouth."Make me forget everything, Richard. Just tonight,make me forget it all."He looked at me for a long moment. Then he lifted me onto the wo
On My Daddy's Bed do you understand me?
My phone pinged with another message.I didn't need to look to know who it was.Richard had been sending messages frequently these days and I had been ignoring every single one of them.It's not because he did something wrong. The only thing he did wrong was being Marcus's father. He sired that manipulating, soul sucking bastard and somehow I was holding that against him.I knew it wasn't fair and I knew I was projecting my resentment to him.I couldn't help it.Marcus had made me feel like a stranger in my own home.I was still carrying that dinner at my parents' house like a stone sitting in the middle of my chest.I turned my phone face down and focused on the canvas in front of me. Or tried to.The brush hadn't moved in twenty minutes and the paint on the palette was beginning to dry at the edges.I wasn't painting, I was sitting in front of a canvas pretending to paint while my mind ran in twelve directions at once.When the call came I watched the screen light up with his name a
On My Daddy's Bed you're insane
I took another swing of my alcohol and the thing burned as it went down my throat."Isadora, you should go easy on that drink. It's whiskey, not some low percentage wine." Benita reminded me, eyeing the glass with visible concern.I had managed to get Marcus to drop me at her house after everything became so overwhelming I couldn't handle it without risking combustion. He hadn't asked questions. Maybe he was relieved to be rid of me for the night."I'm fine," I muttered."You showed up at my door looking like someone ran over your dog and you've had three glasses of whiskey in twenty minutes." Benita shifted on the couch to face me properly. "So tell me what happened because you are clearly not fine."I stared into my glass.Where did I even begin?"We had dinner at my parents' house tonight," I said finally and Benita waited without interrupting."My mother didn't ask me a single thing about myself the entire evening.” I said , a scoff leaving my lips.*She asked Marcus if he was eat
On My Daddy's Bed please daddy
ISADORA POVThe dining room was elegant and well arranged.We settled in the sitting room as the servants arranged everything.Marcus' eyes remained on his phone and mine? They remained glued on the door where Richard would be making his entrance from.I didn't have to wait for long before he showe
On My Daddy's Bed No panties
Isadora pov I stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning slowly to examine myself from every angle.The dress was a deep crimson—the color of sin, of forbidden fruit and everything I was about to do. It hugged every curve like a second skin, the neckline plunging low enough to show the swel
On My Daddy's Bed stretched and wrecked
ISADORA POVThe canvas seemed like it was mocking me.I had been standing in front of it for an hour and all I'd managed to create was a mess of dark colors that looked like a bruise.My small art studio was supposed to be my sanctuary. The one place where I could lose myself in color and form.It
On My Daddy's Bed on your knees
ISADORA POVRichard's grip in my hair tightened as he set a punishing rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my throat with brutal efficiency."That's it," he growled, his voice rough with pleasure. "Take it all and show Daddy what that pretty mouth is good for."I couldn't respond, heck, I could b
Вам тоже понравятся
Craving The Wrong Brother
Elysian Sparrow593.7K Кол-во прочтенийA Life Debt Repaid
Cheng Xiaocheng1.1M Кол-во прочтенийMeet My Brothers
Red Thirteen5.9M Кол-во прочтенийThe CEO's Ten Million Dollar Wife
R.C.BRIE15707.4K Кол-во прочтенийThe Apex of Forever
Elena Rossi117 Кол-во прочтенийBURN FOR ME.... Mr COLE
shadow usama32 Кол-во прочтенийOwn By An Old and Hot Man(SPG)
Yum57 Кол-во прочтенийThe Silence Between Our Vows
Emjay Syndrome 57 Кол-во прочтений
