All Chapters of FOR DADDY’S EYES ONLY!: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

The sleek black Mercedes G60 pulled up to LeBron's sprawling mansion just as the first hints of dawn crept over the sky. Amelia did not need a soothsayer to know the house belonged to her new owner.It was past 6 a.m., everywhere was still hushed in the early morning quiet.Amelia sat in the passenger seat, her naked body slumped against the leather, cum drying in sticky trails across her skin with her thighs crusted and marinating, breasts dotted with remnants of the night's excesses, her pussy still tender and leaking from the relentless tag-team in the club.LeBron had wrapped a blanket around her for the drive, but now, as he killed the engine, he peeled it away, exposing her fully. 'No hiding that beautiful mess, my sweetheart; you are here now. You're mine to show off,' he murmured, his voice possessively loud.He helped her out, one arm around her waist, guiding her through the entrance into the cool foyer. Her bare feet padded softly on the stone, body aching from hours of use

Amelia did not know what the time was as stirred slowly, the soft rays of mid-morning sun filtering through the heavy curtains of LeBron's master suite.Her body ached in the best way—muscles sore from the night's marathon of cocks pounding her holes, skin sticky with patch marks of dried cum from Joash, his friends, and now LeBron's fresh loads.She lay naked on the rumpled sheets, her pussy and ass still tender, a faint throb reminding her of the double penetration that had left her screaming and squirting just hours ago.No clothes, no shower—just as ordered, her body a walking testament to her submission, sperm-soaked and marked with handprints and bite marks. She had never felt to properly used.A deep, rumbling voice pulled her from the haze of sleep. 'Wake up, baby girl. Breakfast in bed for my little cum dump.' LeBron stood at the bedside, shirtless in loose sweatpants that did little to hide the outline of his thick cock, a tray balanced in his massive hands. The scent of fre

Pulling out slowly, his cock slick with cum and lube, he watched her hole wink, leaking his seed. Without a word, he shifted down, spreading her cheeks wide. His tongue dove in—lapping at the overflow, sucking greedily at her ass, drawing out his own cum with wet slurps. 'Taste so fucking good... mixed with your ass.' Amelia whimpered—'Uhh... LeBron... that's dirty... ahh!'—but arched back, pushing into his face, the sensation obscene and intimate, his tongue probing deep, swallowing every drop with satisfied hums. Satisfied, he rose up, cock still semi-hard and messy, hovering near her face. 'Clean Daddy's cock, plaything. Tongue every inch.' She turned her head, mouth opening eagerly, tongue lolling out to lick from base to tip—salty cum, her ass's tang, lube mixing on her tastebuds. 'Mmmph... so thick... nngh,' she groaned around it, sucking the head clean, bobbing shallowly as he stroked her hair. 'Good... now finish that breakfast. Gotta keep your strength up for round two.' He

LeBron groaned deep—'Fuuuck... still so tight, gripping me like a vice'—as she started bouncing, hips rolling in a grinding rhythm. Up and down, her pussy slurping along his length, juices coating him, mixing with the remnants of his earlier loads. Her tits jiggled wildly in his face, brushing his lips with each rise. He captured one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard—wet pulls that made her arch—'Ohhh god... suck it... mmm!'—tongue flicking the bud before teeth grazed, biting just enough to sting. 'Harder, Daddy... bite me!' she cried, bouncing faster, the slap of her ass against his thighs echoing in the room. His free hand pinched the other nipple, twisting sharply, sending jolts straight to her clit. Pleasure built in waves, her pussy clenching rhythmically—'Uhh... yes... pinching so good... ahh!'—first orgasm crashing as she ground down, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone. 'Cumming... ohhh fuck, LeBron... nngh!' Her body shuddered, walls fluttering, squirting a hot gush arou

Amelia's body still thrummed with the aftershocks of their red room marathon, wrists faintly marked from the cuffs, skin flushed from whips and relentless thrusts. LeBron's arms scooped her up effortlessly, cradling her against his sweat-slicked chest like she weighed nothing. His muscles flexed under her, cock semi-hard and brushing her thigh as he strode from the crimson-lit chamber, up the hidden stairs, through the closet, and into the master suite. The air shifted cooler, but his heat enveloped her, making her sigh contentedly—'Mmm... Daddy, where now?'—nuzzling into his neck, tasting salt on his skin. He didn't answer with words, just a low chuckle rumbling through his chest, carrying her past the rumpled bed toward the en-suite bathroom. The door swung open to reveal opulence: walls of polished white marble veined with gold, a massive glass-enclosed shower spanning one side like a private spa, rainfall heads and body jets promising indulgence. Steam already curled faintly fro