All Chapters of Pop My Cherry Daddy!: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 14. Isadora stood before the mirror, unable to say a word or smile. Behind her was the very excited Mitchy who wouldn’t stop throwing outfits her way.“Here. Try this on, Isala! I am certain you will look great in it.”Isadora forced a smile, catching the clothes before they would slip to the floor.“This is beautiful,” she managed, holding the clothes firmer to her chest than she would ever originally do.Mitchy paused in her act, noticing that Isadora had been quite gloomy.“You do not seem happy,” she said, dropping on the edge of the bed.Isadora turned gently to face her. She did not say a word at first. She just stood still, clutching the dress while trying to process her own thoughts.Not like she was not happy. She just feared working with a man of such domination. Her body would betray her. Her skin would crawl at the instant knowledge of his presence and her pussy would drip at every word he uttered. But how… how in the world can she say that to her friend? How?Isa

Chapter 16. Isadora’s legs trembled at the command, her pussy dripping so much with need and desire that he would fill her cunt up and fuck her so hard till she was nothing but a dripping mess. She had desired all of this, day after fucking day, she had desired all of this, but she had also had to remind herself that Mr. Bianchi was her best friend’s father. Everything that happened between them was previously in the past. Even though he looked hot and tempting for a 40-year-old man, nothing could happen between them again, nothing. With her thighs trembling and her pussy dripping with desire for him to fill her up, Isadora took a step backward, pulling away from him. Alessio’s brows pulled together slightly. Then he stared at her, stunned by her action. Isadora bowed gently, then said, “I am sorry, sir. Nothing can happen between us.” Alessio stared at her, an unbelievable scoff slipping past his lips. He couldn’t process it. Couldn’t bring himself to understand why she was run

Chapter 18.Isadora’s head rested gently on Alessio’s shoulder with a soft thud.Her body quivered gently, still shuddering and trembling from the effect of her post-orgasm bliss.But as the warmth lingered, a heavy weight settled in her chest. What am I doing? The thought hit her hard. This was her best friend’s dad. The man she should never be caught stealing glances at, let alone taking his fingers, moaning for him, and loving every feel. Guilt pressed on her chest, making it hard to breathe, but she squeezed her eyes shut, pushing the feeling out and forcing herself to stay in the moment and focus only on his touch.Alessio moved his hand against her back, rubbing gently like he was smoothing her dress.“That was a lot of juice,” he whispered into her ear, planting a gentle kiss on the shell of her ear.Isadora squirmed softly, shuddering involuntarily.He allowed her to remain in that position for a few more seconds. When she was done catching her breath, she pulled away gently,

Chapter 20.Alessio walked closer, each step heavy and deliberate, his eyes burning with a rage that seemed to suck the oxygen out of the room. His fists were clamped tight at his sides, the knuckles white, and his jaw was set so hard it looked like it might shatter. He didn’t look at the crowd. He didn’t look at the guards. He only looked at Isadora, who was slumped on the floor, looking tired, broken, and utterly helpless.The mall was no longer a place of commerce; it was a stage. Some people in the crowd squirmed in excitement, their phones held high to capture the legend that was Alessio Bianchi. Others trembled in fear, sensing the lethal energy radiating off him.Gently, almost as if he were afraid she might break, Alessio lowered himself to Isadora’s level. She looked up at him, her eyes misty with a mix of relief and exhaustion.“Who… who did this to you, pumpkin?” he asked softly.His voice was a low rumble, and he reached out to cup her cheek, but before his fingers could t

Chapter 22. Isadora went down on her knees like this was all she knew how to do. Her hands reached for his belt, and she gently began to pull at it while looking up at him. Tall, huge, brooding, and forbidden. He was the perfect decimation of what you should never crave. Yet Isadora could only find herself wanting and yearning for this man. Even though she didn't want to accept it, her body wasn't willing to let her run. Alessio stared down at her as well, his cock twitching hungrily in his pants. How the hell could he not get enough of her? Just some hours back, they had had the best time of their life. Now all he wanted was to be buried deep within her mouth. Her pussy, or any heat that she could fucking offer. Isadora’s hand trembled slightly as she pulled down his briefs. Alessio’s nine-inch cock slipped out with raw hungry confidence, smacking her cheeks gently. “You are so hard,” Isadora managed a whisper, hiding the giggle that threatened to spill. She like how his cock