MasukPop my cherry daddy.
Chapter 6. ISABELLA’S POV. My heart flipped as he kissed me back passionately, his lips moving against mine in a way that sent tingles of excitement and lust through my body. My pussy clenched and throbbed in response to his smooching kiss. His hand fondled on my ass intensifying the waves of pleasure that crashed into my pussy and made me a dripping mess. Subconsciously, I sent my hands into his hair, ruffling it softly and deepening the kiss. Fuck! he was so fucking great! This was the best kiss I have ever had. No one has ever made me this way from just kissing. I knew this wasn't right. I should control myself around him, I shouldn't be kissing or indulging in any sexual act or wanting more from him cause he is my late father’s friend and my acting father, but how can I not when I already know what it feels like to have him inside of my mouth? how can I not, when his member has become really hard and is now pressing against my ass. Fuck! My pussy was dripping wet! and I wish he would just slam me over the wall and take away the only thing left that makes me decent. His low moans filled my mouth and my tongue swayed around his lips, tasting him like it was my first take of whine and liquor. The taste of the apple juice we had a while ago clouded my nostrils and his scent filled my body. It was so freaking good. Our kisses had turned into smooching kisses and I was expecting this to go further till I felt his grip on my ass loosen and he pulled out of the kiss dropping me on the floor. I bit on my lower and tried staring up at him but his eyes had suddenly turned cold. “Do not jump on me ever again, Isa.” My heart flipped at the soothing sound of his undertone and my eyes stupidly fell on his crotch. My eyes widened and I bit on my lower lips, the tempting sight of his covered crotch messing with my brain. It felt so huge and the nasty urge to run my hands around it nagged at me, lost in my web of admiration I felt his hand on my chin, he raised it up and my eyes fell on his cold yet Auroring eyes. I felt my heart flip and a pool of heat streamed down my legs as his emerald-green eyes pierced into my soul. “Messing around is not allowed Isa, I won't let this happen again. Okay?” Yet again, I gulped down nothing before nodding my head to him, my pussy throbbing and itching in anticipation to have him filling me up. “This is your room. Some maids would be signed to you. Let me know when you need anything, and when you need to step out.” I bit on my lower lips, loving the hard yet melodic sound of his voice. “Thank you, sir,” I replied in a low whisper and I heard him groan a bit. He didn't say a word to me before turning around and storming out of the room. My lips twitched into a gentle smile! I had a chokehold on him and it was freaking obvious. I threw myself on the wide bed. My pussy was dripping and heck! I really do need a release. ***** The next day. I woke up the next day to the sight of two vibrant ladies dressed in a white and black maid dress. “Good morning ma'am.” they both greeted in unison and I bowed my head gently to them, sitting upright and running my hands through my eyes. I stared around the room and everywhere was looking so neat, not like it wasn't yesterday but it was extremely neat today. “Mr. Ignazio asked that we come to clean up, bathe you up, and help with all your needs.” Bath me up? I surprisingly mumble within me. Does that man think of me as a lesbian or what? “I can do the bathing,” I replied with a smile and they nodded, giving me space as I stepped out of the bed and dashed into the bathroom while they bowed to me. I awkwardly held onto my robe and walked into the bathroom. The life of the rich does feel wired. I let loose my robe and stepped under the shower, letting the cold water engage with my skin. After several minutes I returned to the room to meet with the sparkling sight of the room. My bed had been arranged neatly and one of the maids was standing at the east side of my bed with her hands on her back. “My lady.” she bowed. “Do you need me to do anything for you?” My grip on my towel tightened and I shook my head negatively. “I can do every other thing. Thanks.” “Breakfast is ready ma'am the time frame is 8, you should be at the dining table by 8.” “Okay.” She bowed and my eyes followed her as she walked away. I let out a sigh of relief and let loose my towel. “I can't believe I have to live with this every single day.” I proceeded to dress for the day and once I was done I grabbed my tote bag and took the elevator to the last floor. I located the dining room and the moment I walked in Mr Ignazio was already at the dining table. “Good morning sir.” I greeted in the most peaceful voice and my knees suddenly went numb the moment his flirtatious eye fell on my body, inviting pleasure into my pussy and making me clamp my legs softly. Ignazio’s Pov. My dick throbbed underneath my brief at the soothing sound of her voice. I raced my gaze up to get a glimpse of her but I subconsciously left my gaze on her body. Heck! My heart made a flip and I felt waves of ecstasy flushing into my body. She looked fucking great! And her dressing! They were lots of skin but she ate. She was dressed in my favorite color, a black two-piece, a skirt, and a crop top, I could tell that she had no bra on cause her nipples kept growing erect with each minute, my eyes trailed down to her exposed thighs, her skirt was a shape-snatching skirt that enhanced her hourglass shape and stopped right above her knees. She had white sneakers on and a black strap complementing it, a tote bag, and a glass to keep her hair in check! She had few accessories on and I could perceive her scent from here. Hell, she smelled so freaking nice! She had a great fashion sense, one I never thought of, and a killer shape that made me want to go nuts. She cleared her throat softly in the air and I batted my lashes softly, soft enough for her to not get an idea of. Her shape was killing me and I swear down I do not know how long I would be able to hold it in. The urge to have an everlasting taste of her. “You are set for school?” “Yes,” she muttered in a low whisper and my cock throbbed in response. The same voice that got me wanking off in my room last night. “A driver has been assigned to you as well as two bodyguards. Pick whichever car you like from the new cars outside.” “Oh my,” she exclaimed, her eyes glistering with so much happiness. “Thank you sir.” she composed and I could tell she did a lot restraining the urge to jump on me. “Seat and have your breakfast.” She replied with a gentle nod and took a seat right next to me, her scent filling and tormenting my nostrils like she was doing all of this purposely. We settled into the food and the whole dining room went silent for a long time till my mind drifted off to Ama’s words from yesterday. “So you have a boyfriend?” I found myself asking. Her grip on her cutleries loosened and she hesitated a while before giving a reply. “We broke up yesterday.” “Why?” I asked like I cared. I didn't. I was trying so hard to burry the jubilation inside of me. “He rather bend and have his hole lubed .” A gay! I figured it out from her reply and smiled inwardly. “He never gives you a fickle does he?” “Not even a turn-on,” she replied with an irked expression and I felt superior. “How about me?” I didn't know when the question fell off my mouth but I loved how husky it came out. The room. Went silent and I sipped from my juice, staring at her in the most captivating way ever. “Do I turn you on?” I finalized and I saw her nipples reacting to my words. She dropped her cutleries and raised her gaze to me. “You don't just turn me on. You rip moans off my throat.” the blissful sound of her voice filled my entire body with pleasure and I needed one thing, to get down with her. “On the desk!” I commanded my cock throbbing and with the intense need to have her. And as slutry as I know she is, she was already on the dining table, kneeling on it like a submissive ready to take her master’s cock. She will make one. I got on my feet taking closer steps toward her and I watched as she reached for her boobs fondling them softly and giving me the most seductive glare ever. Oh heavens. This wasn't the plan I had for us. I know this isn't right, but I couldn't help it a bit. I thought I would be able to move past what I had with her at the restaurant restroom yesterday, but since the moment she stepped into this house, I didn't need to be told that I was done for. I am sorry heavenly brother Iviano, but promises are meant to be broken. My eyes fell on hers and I groaned out softly. “Sit your ass on that chair and spread those legs wide for me princess. I want to see all of you. I want to see that juicy hole of yours. I want to suck on this dripping pussy and I want to fuck you hard till you no longer feel your legs.”Chapter 173.Alessio stayed frozen, taken completely aback by her question.Why her?He replayed the words over and over inside his mind, realizing with a sudden, dark weight that she was right to ask. Truly, why her? There were thousands of beautiful, willing women in the world. Why was he so completely smitten by this specific girl? Why was he so consumed by her that he had stopped visiting private clubs, stopped picking up elite escorts, and stopped looking at anyone else?Since the very first night he saw her, there was just something about her. Perhaps it was her quiet, fragile innocence.Now that the question had been laid bare between them, he had no answer to give. But, Initially, it was just sex. It was the simple idea of deriving intense pleasure from her soft body, and giving it back in equal measure. But after just three sessions with her, that simple physical pull had slowly morphed into a dark, primal hunger. The intense need to make her his had grown steadily, spread
Chapter 172.“Do you have a driving license?” Alessio asked, his deep voice cutting through the heavy silence of the parked SUV.Isadora went dead still in her seat. She let out a quiet exhale and slowly shook her head.“Great. You will be needing one,” Alessio said, his eyes fixed on the dark horizon ahead. “I brought you here to teach you how to drive. Starting today, I will be your personal driver.”Isadora went silent for a brief second. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but she forced herself to sit up straight.“That won't be necessary, sir,” she replied softly.Alessio went completely still. His hand paused directly over the ignition key.He tilted his head in her direction, his dark, sharp eyes narrowing as he studied her profile. “Why? Because I yelled at you in front of people?”“No,” she replied calmly, her voice quiet but steady.“Then why?” he asked again, his tone calm on the surface, yet laced with deep disbelief. She had never once opposed him or pushed back again
Chapter 171.Flora quietly backed out of the room and closed the heavy door, leaving only Alessio and Mitchell inside the spacious styling office. Mitchell had flatly refused to leave, standing her ground firmly near the rack of designer gowns. Alessio didn’t bother stepping out either. He knew his daughter well enough to know she was bursting with words she desperately needed to get off her chest.“Speak,” Alessio commanded the moment the door clicked shut.Mitchell jumped to her feet, taking a furious step toward her father.“Dad, I know that you are strict and you don’t play with your business,” Mitchell snapped, her voice thick with frustration. “But can you please be a little less harsh on Isadora? Isadora isn’t like every other person in this corporate building! She is quiet, gentle, and a little too innocent. Her parents are dead, Dad! She has baggage worth a lifetime, and she has only us and her sick brother in this world. Speaking to her in that cruel, bossy tone in front of
Chapter 171.Flora quietly backed out of the room and closed the heavy door, leaving only Alessio and Mitchell inside the spacious styling office. Mitchell had flatly refused to leave, standing her ground firmly near the rack of designer gowns. Alessio didn’t bother stepping out either. He knew his daughter well enough to know she was bursting with words she desperately needed to get off her chest.“Speak,” Alessio commanded the moment the door clicked shut.Mitchell jumped to her feet, taking a furious step toward her father.“Dad, I know that you are strict and you don’t play with your business,” Mitchell snapped, her voice thick with frustration. “But can you please be a little less harsh on Isadora? Isadora isn’t like every other person in this corporate building! She is quiet, gentle, and a little too innocent. Her parents are dead, Dad! She has baggage worth a lifetime, and she has only us and her sick brother in this world. Speaking to her in that cruel, bossy tone in front of
Chapter 170.Isadora stood frozen behind her desk, staring at the shiny black car key resting on the messenger’s open palm. Her breath hitched, a wave of complete shock washing over her.“What am I supposed to do with this?” Isadora asked, her voice trembling slightly in genuine confusion.The young messenger bowed his head politely. “I am not in a position to answer that question, Miss Martin. I was simply asked to hand it over to you.”Before Isadora could even process his words, Mitchell suddenly jumped forward from excitement and snatched the key right out of the man’s hand, then gave him a quick nod.“You may leave now,” Mitchell said hastily.The messenger bowed once more to both women and quietly exited the office, closing the heavy glass door behind him.The second the door clicked shut, Mitchell turned around, grabbed Isadora by both arms, and shook her in pure excitement.“Oh my goodness, Dora! Do you even know what the hell this is?!” Mitchell squealed, her eyes wide with t
Chapter 169.Isadora closed her eyes, holding her breath as she waited for the warm weight of Alessio’s finger to brush against her already soaked . Every nerve in her body was on edge, electric and waiting for his touch. But instead of touching her, Alessio went completely still.He hovered right above her, his dark eyes fixed on her face. In the soft light of the car, she looked impossibly delicate. Her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, and the quiet innocence written across her features softened his entire heart. She was a delicate flower trapped inside his dark, stormy world, and for a brief second, his harsh, possessive mask completely melted away. His gaze dragged across her face with a rare, quiet tenderness.Isadora’s heart was hammering violently inside her chest. The seconds ticked by, but the expected touch never came. Feeling the intense weight of his gaze burning against her skin, she slowly fluttered her eyes open.She met his stare immediately. Their faces were so close







