Sin For me, Daddy. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Chapter 110. Rosealba, pussy prickled at the roughness of his words. A shiver struck her nerves and she trembled slightly. A wicked smirk touched his lips. “Look at you, Sunshine… trembling already. Is it the night breeze? Or is it me?” Leaning closer, he pinned her against the bed, under the endless sky. His hand held onto hers, pinning them above her head while glaring at her—lips dangling with grins. “Are you really going to leave me breathless?” Her voice was low, breathless—charged with nothing but undeniable hunger. Drystan’s brows arched. “Do you doubt me?”Rosealba didn't say a word. She just locked her eyes against his, leaving him to deliberate. Drystan’s hand moved to her thighs, tracing gentle featherlight touches against it. Rosealba shifted—her skin pricking under the effect of his fingers. His hand moved up. Slow. Gently, till he was now an inch away from her pussy.Rosealba’s breath hitched at the closeness. She could feel him. Her eyes glimmered—pleading t

Chapter 112. “Arghhhhh!!!” Rosealba screamed—her voice echoing through the empty night. Her hands gripped the sheet, nails digging deeper as pleasure and pain blurred into something dangerous. His hand moved up her spine, pressing her deeper into the mattress. Making her take all of him. His breath heavy. He filled her with hard thrust—fucking, groaning, and enjoying every bit of her pussy. “This is what you want right?” His voice low, came out in a breathless rasp. He snapped his hips against hers with hot thrusts, each stroke knocking the air from her lungs. “To be owned.” He thrust. “To be handled.” He thrust deeper, twitching. “To be fucked like a slut because you are made for me, right?” Rosealba nodded unconsciously— knees weak. Gracious heaven. She couldn't think. Could breath. All she could do was feel him. Filling her. Owning her. Taking her. Ruining her like she had demanded. Every thrust was just like she had pleaded for it. Hard. Rough. Beastl

Chapter 114. Rosealba’s heart skipped. He was going to punish her. The thought reverberated against her head and she raised a gaze to the Drystan who was already standing away from the bed, arms crossed. Her eyes trailed down his sculpture shirtless chest to the black joggers that hung low against his waist. Her promiscuous eyes moved to his visible bulge, widening slightly. His cheeks scorched at the sight of him and she suppressed a lump, unable to tear her gaze. Drystan tilted his gaze. Eyes dark—he frowned slightly. “Shouldn’t you be worried about my punishment?”His voice, thick and rough grazed the air with its coldness. Rosealba blinked back, returning her gaze to his. Oh! She wished she could just worry about the punishment because she was rather worried about the state of her needy pussy. No. She could not take a cock. Not now. Her legs were sore. Her pussy was still arching—a lingering reminder of the beast he was last night. But pains be dammed because she was

Chapter 116. Rosealba got her on her feet, her legs wobbling. She glared at Drystan, fear hinting in her eyes. Her lips parted, trembling. “What are you doing?” Drystan brows furrowed noticing the glint of fear that resided in her eyes. “Sunshine.” His voice was tender as he moved closer, but Rosealba hurriedly replaced it. Drystan halted, hands stretched into the air as he tried to reach her. Rosealba stood still, uncertain of her reaction. Her heart pounded against her ribs, his words curling around her thoughts. “Come home after work, my wife wants to put on a show for you.” The word sounded familiar. Too familiar. Like the first time her father had introduced her to Don Viterro. “We will be expecting you. My daughter will put up an entertaining show for you.” Drystan glared at her for a moment longer, noticing the shift in her actions. “Hey.” His voice was soft. It came in a tender whisper. He took a step forward and this time, Rosealba didn't replace it. S

Chapter 118. A low growl slipped past Drystan’s lips as Rosealba kissed him with a hunger that stole his breath away. It was wild—needy—like she was desperate to consume him, to brand him with every lick, every bite of her lips against his. His lips moved against hers as she sucked harshly on it, groaning against his lips. This was it! The needy little slut he created. His mighty palm moved against her body, not in a rush like hers. No, they just took their time, roaming leisurely over her body, palms dragging over the curve of her waist; the swell of her breast, cupping the roundness of her ass in a slow, almost teasing squeeze. Rosealba shuddered. Her breath hitched as his thumbs brushed the underside, his fingers kneading as if memorizing every inch of her, but he didn't rush. He allowed her to devour him. Allowed her to take what belonged to her while his touch remained teasing, featherlight, slow. Her fingers moved against his chest, feeling the way his body reacted und