All Chapters of FOR DADDY’S EYES ONLY!: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The drive back to the suburbs of Phoenix felt like moving through a dreamscape. The desert heat was the same, the dry asphalt was the same, but the woman behind the wheel of the battered Jeep was fundamentally altered. Bella Moreno didn't just feel alive; she felt brand new. She felt like she had swallowed a spark of the lightning that had danced over the canyon walls, and it was currently burning holes through her cynical exterior.When she pulled into her driveway, she didn't trudge to the door with her head down. She hopped out of the vehicle with a lightness in her step that hadn't been there in years. The weight of the world—the weight of being a "miserable" guide with no future—had been replaced by the sheer, terrifying thrill of being seen by a man like Nuel Arturo.She burst through the front door, the screen door slamming behind her with a cheerful thwack.Elena was in the kitchen, predictably, hovering over a pot of beans, her face set in the same mask of worry and disappr

My hand drifted lower, fingers brushing my folds. I shouldn't—Dad was probably pacing in the kitchen—but the temptation was too strong. I leaned against the wall, water pounding my back, and slid two fingers inside myself. It was nothing compared to the toys, but it eased the edge. I pumped them slowly, circling my clit with my thumb, biting my lip to stifle the moans."Ezra," I breathed, eyes squeezed shut. In my head, he was there, stepping into the shower with me, his hard body pressing against mine. He'd grab my wrist, replace my fingers with his cock, thrusting deep while the water sluiced between us. "That's it, take it all," he'd growl, his breath hot on my neck.The fantasy built quickly, my fingers moving faster, the slick soap making everything glide. My knees weakened, pleasure coiling again. But reality intruded—the distant clatter of Dad loading tools into the truck. I cursed, pulling my hand away just as the peak crested. Another ruined orgasm. This day was off to a

His hand dove straight for my zipper, yanking it down with urgent tugs. Cool air hit my skin, but his palm was hot as it slid inside, cupping my breast through the sports bra. He squeezed hard, thumb rolling my nipple until it pebbled painfully. "Christ, Diana, you're built like a mannequin," he rasped, shoving the bra up to expose me. His mouth latched onto the freed tit, sucking the peak deep, teeth grazing just enough to make me whimper.My hands scrambled for his belt, unbuckling it with mechanic's precision. The leather whispered free, and I palmed his bulge, stroking the rigid length. He was huge, straining the fabric, pre-cum dampening the front. "Fuck, you're massive," I breathed, squeezing. "I need this cock inside me. Now."Ezra groaned against my skin, his free hand plunging lower, fingers shoving my panties aside.He found my slick entrance immediately, two digits thrusting in without preamble. I cried out, the intrusion perfect—rough, filling the void I'd teased all

We chatted a bit more—shop talk, the usual bullshit about suppliers and market trends—but my mind wandered. Pictured her in the kitchen, apron over those lush body or maybe something tighter for the holiday. Bending to check the oven, ass presented like a gift. I'd corner her there, hand slipping under the fabric, fingers finding her wet and ready again. As the call wound down, Tom paused, his voice turning personal. "Hey, before I let you go... you doing okay, Ezra? It's Christmas, man. You and me, both single these days. Ever think about settling down again? Finding a new wife, or at least someone to warm your bed this holiday? Life's too short to be alone in that big place of yours." His words hit like a wrench to the chest. Warm my bed. If he only knew—I'd spent the afternoon replaying how Diana's body had felt under me, her heated pussy enveloping my cock, her moans vibrating against my skin. She was the one I wanted warming my sheets, spreading her legs for me night after

"I was asking if you were doing okay today" Diana said with a warm smile. But I didn't reply immediately. The engine of my car hummed softly as we pulled away from Tom's house, the snowflakes dancing under the streetlights like confetti from a party. Diana sat in the passenger seat, her body still radiating that post-dinner warmth, her fitted sweater clinging to the curves I'd spent the entire meal trying not to stare at. The air between us crackled, like we both had so many unspoken things to say—our eyes had locked too many times across the table, her foot brushing mine under it like a secret code. But now, alone in the confines of my car, the reality of what we were doing hit me like a stalled engine. I gripped the wheel tighter, my knuckles whitening, and cleared my throat to break the silence. "I've been a little busy with certain projects lately," I said, my voice rougher than intended. It was a lame excuse, but true enough—Kingston Auto's new prototype line had me