บททั้งหมดของ All For You, Daddy: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Son. Of. A. Bitch.I've only been working at this facility for a week, but this is my first time seeing my boss in the flesh. I've heard talk about the young woman who isn't even old enough to drink running the multi-million-dollar operation. Everyone speculates on the prodigy who graduated college at seventeen and lives in a big mansion by herself now, at twenty.More than once, a male employee has gripped his dick and mused aloud that he'd like to keep her company in that big mansion. It earns a laugh every time. It's common knowledge that she's beautiful, but I never really gave a shit about that information. Women are women and they're all a pain in the ass. Every last one of them. Armed with the knowledge, I truly didn't care whether I laid eyes on this genius CEO or not.Well the tides have turned.Severely.My cock stiffens as I follow her to the employee break room, her sweet ass ticking side to side. Making me want to spit on it. Spank it with the back of my hand. Bury my fac

Oh, thank God he suggested staying in the break room a little longer.I've stopped being afraid of the constant fluttering between my thighs and I've begun enjoying it. That tugging melt that makes me wish for...what? I don't know. Only that I'm confident this big, gruff man can give it to me. Give me relief.And a baby.I can't believe he agreed to get me pregnant. I'm so lucky. I seem to have found someone who understands. Gareth is the first person I've told about my plans to raise a child on my own and he didn't scoff or ridicule me. Didn't tell me I'm too young or that I need a man in my life to care for a baby successfully. He's non-judgmental and kind—and to quote the girls I used to go to college with, I think he might be hot as shit.No, I'm positive of it—and because he makes me feel so accepted and safe, I want...more. I want to be touched by him and see how it feels.Why are the tips of his ears red?"I was thinking..." He closes his eyes and gives a rapid headshake, as if

Oh my God, she lives in the fucking White House.Okay, not exactly, but it's close enough in size to be confused for the presidential dwelling. Through the windshield of my truck, I stare though the gate to the long driveway beyond—and I see Renee waiting on the steps. When she spots my truck, she stands up and waves enthusiastically, no idea that she's supposed to make me knock. Make me sweat while she takes another half an hour to get ready upstairs. No, she's one of a kind, this girl.My boss.My billionaire boss.God help me, I'm in love with her. Might as well toss my heart into shark-infested waters right now. I can't add anything positive to Renee's life. She has everything. She could marry an action hero or some tech genius. What is she thinking letting me get her pregnant? I get confused during Wheel of Fortune. And what's worse, I'm spending extra time with her in the futile hope that she falls for me, too.Never going to happen, pal. You're just delaying the heart breakI r

I've never stood on the sidelines of a football game before.Nor have I ever felt shorter or more fragile. Giant men in their pads jog past me on all sides, shouting in growly tones, slamming fists to their chests. Throwing themselves into one another in an apparent attempt to excite themselves and their teammates.I thought I would be an objective observer, but I find myself...invested in Gareth's former team winning the upcoming game. Mostly because they come over and greet him so warmly, group after group of men in pads, slapping Gareth on the shoulder and telling him they miss him on the field. In turn, Gareth claims he doesn't miss their "smelly-ass feet" in the locker room and everyone has a big laugh. I more or less hide behind his back during the first few meetings, but when there is a break in greetings, he turns and looks down at me over his shoulder."Are you going to stay back there the entire game, cutie?""I don't want to interrupt your reunion," I reassure him, curling

"Come on," I say through clenched teeth. "That's enough." I ease my dick out of Renee's mind-blowing mouth and lift her up by her armpits. She sways, clearly unable to stand, so I carry her over to a white leather couch, ripping the skirt down her legs and urging her down onto the long, plush seat, not wasting a second before I'm shoving her thighs open. Gaping down at the heaven I've revealed. "Motherfucker," I grit out. "Look what we have here—a wet little masterpiece. Got these knees pointed east and west and those pussy lips still ain't open. Must be tight as fuck, aren't you?"His ribcage expands, shudders back inward. "I...I don't know," she gasps."Well I better lick it open, huh?" I lean down and kiss her slit, lap at it. "We have to see what you brought Daddy to play with, don't we?"A tremble courses through her and her hips twist, lift, writhe. She's horny, my angel, and I can't believe I'm the one who gets to satisfy her. If making her come is the only duty I perform for t