All Chapters of FOR DADDY’S EYES ONLY!: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

God knows I did not know when the morning came.The garage smelled like engine oil and fresh welds when I pushed through the door the next morning, my body still humming from the night before. Dad was already under a lifted Ford, his legs sticking out like he was part machine himself, wrench clanking against metal. I tossed my bag on the workbench, the weight of last night's secrets making my steps lighter, my skin tingling under my coveralls. Ezra's cum had dried on my thighs during the drive home, somehow I wished I'd not scrubbed away the only reminder that he was inside me in the shower, but the ache between my legs lingered, a delicious throb from how he'd stretched me, filled me, claimed me by the god he was. "Morning, kiddo," Dad called, sliding out on the creeper, grease smudged across his forehead. He sat up, wiping his hands on a rag, eyes narrowing at my face. "You look... chipper. What's got you grinning like that? New year's resolution already kicking in?" I forced

She slammed the door behind him, but not before hearing his laughter echo down the hall. The girls scampered after, heels clicking as they fled the house, whispering and giggling. One called out, "Call us later, Justin!"Alone with her brother now, Emma whirled on him. "What the hell, Justin? Those girls looked barely legal! And Jefferson? Seriously? The guy's a walking HR violation. Why are you even friends with him?"Justin pulled up his pants, zipping them with a sigh. He ran a hand through his hair, looking every bit the guilty kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Come on, Em. It's not like that. They're both twenty, okay? Consenting adults. And Jefferson's cool—he's got stories, connections. Helped me get that job last year, remember? He's not as bad as you think.""Not as bad?" She laughed bitterly, crossing her arms over her chest. Her nipples pebbled under her shirt from the adrenaline, or maybe something else. "He just paraded his... his monster around like it was not

Emma Morgan stood in front of her bedroom mirror, brushing out the tangles in her long auburn hair. It had been days, tension clung to her like a second skin, the memory of Jefferson's brazen display still flickering in her mind. She had changed into her favorite sleepwear—a soft tank top that hugged her C-cup breasts and loose shorts that rode up her toned thighs from years of college track. Her body was athletic yet curvy in all the right places, a fact she usually ignored but tonight felt hyper-aware of. The house was quiet now, She glanced at the clock on her nightstand: 10:15 PM. Late for a school night back in the day, but holidays blurred the lines.A knock on her door pulled her from her thoughts. "Em? You still up?" Justin's voice, muffled but casual.She sighed, setting the brush down. "Yeah, what?"The door cracked open, and Justin poked his head in, his messy hair even more disheveled, wearing a hoodie and jeans. He looked boyish, almost apologetic, but there was tha

Emma spontaneously decided to resume her work out regimen, while working out that afternoon she wiped the sweat from her brow, her ponytail swinging as she dropped into another set of squats in the living room. The house was hers alone for the afternoon—Justin had mumbled something about running errands for a friend, leaving her to burn off the restless energy that had plagued her since that marathon fantasy session two nights ago.Working out was a regular but today, the workout felt like a desperate bid to exorcise Jefferson from her mind. She wore her favorite gym gear: a tight black sports bra that cupped her full C-cup breasts, leaving her toned midriff bare, and matching leggings that clung to her hips and ass like a second skin, the fabric thin enough to hint at the curve of her pussy lips when she moved just right.The living room carpet muffled her sneakers as she powered through lunges, her thighs burning, heart pounding. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting warm r

Jefferson's grip on her hair tightened, yanking her head back further until her neck strained, throat exposed. His mouth left her breasts with a wet smack, saliva trailing down her chin as he hovered over her, breath ragged and hot against her ear. The couch creaked under their combined weight, her body splayed face-down, ass elevated from the slam, leggings stretched taut over her curves. His free hand clawed at the waistband of her leggings, nails digging into her hips as he ripped downward. The fabric tore with a vicious shred, exposing her bare ass cheeks, the thin thong underneath snapping against her skin before he yanked that away too, leaving her pussy lips puffy and glistening in the open air. "No! Stop it, you fucking animal!" Emma screamed, her voice cracking with terror, legs kicking wildly against the cushions. But his knees pinned her thighs apart, massive quads flexing to spread her wide. She felt the cool air hit her exposed folds, her clit throbbing traitorously from