Mag-log inDADDY’S LITTLE SINChapter 12.Alessio stood there, staring at Isadora without a word. His cold eyes bored into hers, and it made it quite impossible for Isadora to figure out what his thoughts were.Her legs were wobbling, and all she could do was stand there and stare at him like an innocent, lost puppy while trying not to think about the things that had happened between them today, and that…that made him even more angry.The sight of her like this… innocent and fragile in ways that shouldn't make a fucking sense to him, but it does. She looked too innocent, too fucking innocent, that his chest tightened from seeing her in pain. He knew… he knew this shouldn’t have been his fucking damn business, but his men had not arrived with any news, and he couldn’t bring himself to understand why such a young and beautiful girl would choose to be an escort. She was beautiful, and she could get any damn job of her choice if she had the looks, so why? Why the hell was I working for an escort c
Chapter 11.“Little slut?” The name bore embarrassment into Isadora, but what made her more embarrassed was the pleasure that came from the fear of being caught.Mitchell was somewhere away from the door, calling her name while she was here receiving the fingers of her father.And one would think that Alessio would be so concerned to pull away, but man was anything from concerned. He was smiling, and the trembling sight of her like this seemed to excite him, because he parted her thighs more in ways that made her legs quiver, then said,“Keep ’em for me like that, little slut. You need to feel every thrust deeper.”Isadora’s eyes widened at how unfazed he was.“She… she is coming,” Isadora managed to say in her trembling voice, but as much as his jaw tightened, his eyes darkened into something raw and unreadable. “You should have thought about that before you decided to plead for my fingers in your pussy.”“Isa.” Mitchel’s voice came In again, and Isadora knew she was very close to ge
Chapter 10.Alessio’s hand moved to the back of her neck, where his palm held her still. His eyes dropped to hers.“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice coming out rough and thick in ways that made Isadora’s legs wobble, her knees buckling gently as she managed to look at him.Guilt and shame tugged at her chest, but she still looked at him, knowing that she was about to do something she could as well pull away from. But right now… she wasn’t in her right frame of mind.All she wanted was to satisfy the ache that was burning within her pussy.Alessio’s lips twitched into an invisible smile.“Good girl…” he growled low, hating how fucking sexy she looked.The air between them thickened, and silence settled between them, but amidst this silence was the gentle movement of Alessio’s finger against her pussy, dabbing and rubbing in ways that made her pussy speak.Isadora shuddered, her lips parting gently while he trailed his finger lower and lower, watching every expression she made till
Chapter 9.Isadora melted into the kiss, her body arching forward as sexual sparkles flew across her system. Her heart raced rapidly in her chest as he kissed her hungrily, devouring every inch of her mouth.She knew she should pull away, of course she knew she should, but how could she? When his huge palm wouldn’t stop moving around her body, caressing and pulling her deeper into himself in ways that only made her breath flutter.This was terrible, the kiss, the want, the desire, and the way her pussy dripped shamelessly into her thighs, all of that was fucking terrible, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull away, not when his hand was already sneaking into her clothes.Alessio’s breath turned heavy with every shared kiss, his hand moving around every inch of her body, pulling her closer and deeper into himself, while he sucked the breath out of her.This was insane, the softness of her body against his, the hardness of his cock within his pants. The air between them tightened, ra
Chapter 8. Isadora’s legs halted and she stood still, her heart pounding hard against her ribcage. Just when she had thought he had not seen her. Her legs wobbled, her back burning from being watched. She could feel Alessio’s gaze on her, burning and dragging across every inch of her. He was angry. He didnt know just how much he needed to express his anger. He had heard that Mitchell had a beatfriend. He has never cared about women or anything, but surely, he knew that he needed to care about the person his daughter moved with.And weird, but he had anticipated meeting her, he just didn't believe that the call girl whom he had fucked and enjoyed every inch of was his daughter's boyfriend. It felt surreal and on top of that, it burned, knowing that his daughter was friends with this kind of person, but what burned most was the tiny part of him that wanted her. The shameless part of him that wanted to strip her off every obstacle called clothes, spread her legs wider than that nig
Chapter 7.Dad? Dad’s best friend? No. No… this can’t be happening… her eyes moved from Mitchell then back to Alessio. This can’t be happening. The man who had spread her legs wide and fucked her pussy good was her dad’s best friend?Isadora’s heart pounded in her chest as his eyes dragged across her body, slowly unraveling and accentuating every curve like it was his first glance of her.His expression looked calm and collected, but she didn’t know what was going through his mind.What if? What if he got angry? What if he flared up? What if he turned to Mitchell, yelled and called her a fool for bringing a call girl to his house?Her mind raced with a thousand more possibilities and she just stood there, legs wobbling in fear.Mitchell stood between them, staring at her father then back at Isadora.“Why are you not saying anything?” she asked gently, nudging at Isadora.“Saying?” Isadora’s lashes fluttered and she blinked back, trying to process Mitchy’s words till they landed on her







