All Chapters of Sin For me, Daddy.: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Chapter 221. His mouth hovered over hers, their breaths hot and shaky between them. His hand found her bare skin, curling around her breast with nothing in between now. Warm fingers—rough, reverent—cupping her completely. His thumb brushed her nipple, slow, purposeful.He held her like she was fragile. Like he couldn’t believe he had her again. And maybe he couldn’t.Her body trembled.He didn’t speak.Neither did she.They just breathed, hearts pounding in sync, bodies burning as his fingers held her there… bare and delicate in his hand.Drystan’s eyes roamed around her nipples, admiring her pink pebbles.He licked gently on his lower lip, admiration blazing raw in his eyes.“Hell, Sunshine… I have missed this nipple. I have missed every suck on it and every feel of it against my fingers.”Rosealba’s lips curled, her body shuddering slightly with need.“These nipples have missed your hands and tongue, Daddy…”The room fell into gentle silence as Drystan twisted her nipple gently bet

Chapter 223.Rosealba’s fingers moved slowly to his waist.Her eyes never left his as she slowly undid his belts with delicate tugs, the sound of the buckle clicking undone hanging in the thick silence. Her breath was soft, lips parted, and he just stood there—tense, hard, watching her like he couldn’t believe how fucking lucky he was.The button popped open. The zipper slid down.And then she moved his brief down and his cock sprang free. Bouncing out in pure need and confidence. At 9 inches long. He was thick. Hard. Veiny. The cap of his cock flushed and already slick. It throbbed against the air, twitching from how long he’d been holding back.Her breath caught and she swallowed hard, pussy burning as though it was her first sight of him. But God! Two months have felt like forever. Drystan’s jaw flexed.He watched as her hand reached up—soft, warm fingers curling around the base of his cock. She stroked him once. Slow and gentle from the root to tip.Drystan jaws clamped.“Fuc

Chapter 225.Drystan didn’t rush it.He positioned himself right between her trembling thighs, her pussy glistening, still wet and dripping for him.His heart pounded in his ears.God! It has been two months. Two fucking months without feeling her like this. Two fucking months without knowing the taste of this body. The heat of her pussy and the taste of heaven that had haunted every one of his nights. His cock throbbed just from the sight of her, glistening and soaked, spread open for him like a fever dream.The hunger in him was feral—boiling hot and alive. Every part of him ached to be buried inside her again. His hands shook slightly as he spread her thighs wider, breath hitching at the raw, obscene view between her legs.He looked down, jaw clenched, the thick weight of his cock in his hand. The need that had lived inside him every goddamn day apart now flooded his veins like molten fire.Then—he moved his cock closer and stroked her folds with his tip, moving slowly up and down

Chapter 227. “That bitch!” Stephanie groaned, smashing a glass cup into the wall and watching it crumble into broken fragments.Her fist tightened, nails digging into her palm—it could draw blood. Her breath came out in sharp bursts, rage boiling beneath her skin. Her chest heaved as if trying to push back the fury that clawed inside. That accident was her chance to get to Drystan! It was her chance to become close to him. Drystan’s uncle sat some inches away. The dim light of the chandelier cast a warm glow against his wicked features. Shadows kissed the corners of his eyes, making the anger in them burn hotter.His fingers moved, and he took a drag from the weed that rested between his fingers. His silence was unnerving—cold and calculating.Stephanie paced around, grabbing another glass and thrashing it to the wall.“Urgh!!!” she screamed, voice high with disbelief. “How!!! How the fuck could she have survived that fatal accident?!”The uncle said nothing. He just sat still, eyes

Chapter 229. Drystan didn’t say a word as Rosealba trembled across his lap, her thighs still twitching, her body soaked from the orgasm she had no right to have.He stood slowly. His presence shifted the air in the room—colder now, darker.She barely had time to catch her breath before Drystan moved, dropping her on the floor and waking back to the closet. With a single hand, he dragged open the drawer, eyes locked on her the entire time. Inside, the ropes waited—neatly coiled, untouched.Not for long.He took them out slowly, deliberately, like he wanted her to watch. Like he wanted her to feel the weight of what was coming. His voice came low, thick with something darker than lust.“You want to be a bad girl, right?” he murmured, stepping closer, rope in hand.“You really want to cum without Daddy’s permission?”Her breath hitched. Her lips parted. She tried to shake her head, but her thighs squeezed together, betraying her again.“Get on the bed,” he ordered in one deep tone and o