All For You, Daddy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

When Talia doesn't emerge from the women's lounge at the time we agreed upon, I know something is wrong right away. She's never late. She knows I worry. And there is fire crackling in my bones that I haven't experienced before. It's not just panic, it's the sense that I've missed something important. I've neglected to cover a base.For one full extra minute, I stare at the door waiting for her to walk through with her bright, optimistic smile and that secret look in her eye. The one she only gives me. It says she's counting the hours until she can be in my arms. Until she can be underneath me. Or kneeling in front of me, as she did earlier today, her innocent mouth sucking my cock so eagerly and reacting as if my come was nectar from the Gods. It was so mind-blowing, I got hard again immediately afterward and stayed stiff as nails until now.Until now when she fails to walk out the door.Finally, the entrance swings open, but someone I don't recognize walks out—a waitress, according t

Five Years LaterMy husband is not a happy camper.I can see him just over the shoulder of the photographers, pacing and brooding like a big, angry bull, refusing to take his eyes off me, his hands balled into fists.The casino asked me to pose for some pictures for a national advertising campaign. They want me to be, "the face of The Palace." When they proposed the idea to me a few weeks ago, there was an argument between me and Daniel. It ended with his mouth buried between my legs and a fist crammed against my lips to keep from screaming and waking the baby, but still, it was a rare argument between me and the man I love beyond all reason.Obviously, he doesn't want to see my face on a billboard or in a magazine—or rather, he doesn't want anyone else to see it—but he has always been the main provider and I refuse to miss this chance to contribute. Besides, I'm fully clothed in my dealer uniform of a crisp, white shirt and black pants, albeit very tight ones. I'm dealing cards and s

As if it can keep my unruly nature contained, I pull my coat tight, tight, all the way up my chin, hiding as much skin as possible so Mr. Jones can't see that I've become flushed in his presence. Normally the dreadful throbbing between my legs comes from idleness. Being left to my own devices for too long.This is different. His sheer masculinity is causing the ache this time.None of the men in town have inspired this twisting ripple in my belly. Not ever. Not even close. It's only when I look at Mr. Jones do I think inexcusable thoughts. Such as...Would I be able to breathe with him on top of me?What would his hands feel like on my knees, the insides of my thighs, while pushing them open?How much hair does he have on his big chest? Surrounding his sex?God. It's humiliating."How did you get past the walls?" Mr. Jones drawls, though there is an underlying sharpness to his question. "They are built to keep trespassers out."The way he bites off the final word makes me gulp. "Would

"Yes, girl. There is coffee, but it isn't made. I prefer whiskey in the evenings.""Oh, I'll gladly make it, thank you," she breathes, brightening. Twisting something inside of me. Something like guilt for tearing up her letter.Damn, I wish I'd read it now. It might have given me information about her. I find I'd like to know...everything. But I don't want her to get the wrong impression that I give a shit. When I show compassion, that's when people take advantage. That's when they pounce. When they begin to see an advantage to knowing me, having my sympathies.Not going to happen this time."Is there somewhere I can put Curtis?" she asks."Curtis," I repeat, clearing my throat. "Yes. There is a room beneath the stairs." I jerk my chin in that direction. "It was a nursery when I moved in, though the crib has been replaced by a regular bed. Will that work for him?""Considering he's been sleeping on stacked boxes, I'd say so." She's almost cheerful while imparting that dreadful piece

Her fingers begin popping open the buttons of her coat, one by one, her teeth buried in that bottom lip. And Jesus, she wasn't playing me. This is happening. She's going to keep her word. She's treating me to the world's most innocent strip tease and somehow the slow removal of the coat turns me on more than if she was removing silk lingerie.It doesn't escape me that her fingernails are nubs and her hands are slightly dirty, nicked and red in spots. Guilt begins to creep in slowly, but when she drops the coat, lust comes swinging in like a wrecking ball."Oh fuck." My balls squeeze painfully and I have to concentrate on not ejaculating against my fly at the sight of her juicy tits, the generous swells of her hips. She's in need of a few meals, but in no way is she skinny. She's compact and curvy. Delicious. The pale blue dress she's wearing does not fit her at all. It's a rag that hides nothing. Not the big, beautiful tits about to spill free of the soaked material, nor her thighs, w