Lahat ng Kabanata ng Daddy Please!: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The art of eating pussy was something I had perfected years ago and nothing satisfied me more than seeing Maria's reaction to it.The way she threw her head back. The way the sounds came out from the depth of her. I kept up with licking her up, sucking her bud and probing into her with my tongue until her body shook and shivered as strong waves of contractions raced through her entire body.She was gasping now as I trailed my hand to her left nipple and flicked the hard bud. Seeing that she had recovered from her first orgasm, I I slid my index and middle finger deep into her vagina and massaged her g-spot at the same time.Within seconds, she came again but I didn't stop or pull my fingers out of her. At this point, my cock was as hard as a rock and throbbing. I needed to penetrate her but I wanted to hear her beg. I wanted to hear her express her need. I wanted to hear her gasp those words. Her head came up again so that were face to face and I could see in her eyes, the effect

The door clicked open, shattering the electric moment between Maria and me.Her eyes widened as she pulled back, her hands slipping from my grip.I turned, irritated, to see who it was with such poor timing. I had half a mind of firing whoever it was at the spot.It was a girl I had not seen before - short, auburn hair that was pulled into a tight ponytail, full lips and a curious flint in her eyes.She cocked her head at me, as if examining me, with a look I recognised all too well. Hunger. Desire. A mix of awe and want.Now, it only annoyed me. Kiara’s eyes held that familiar spark, but it was Maria’s defiance, her fire, that had me hooked.Her gaze flicked between Maria and me, lingering on the scant distance between us.With a sly smile, she leaned on the door frame, “Oh sorry. I didn't mean to barge in. Just wanted to check on Maria but I can come back later.”Maria's face flushed and she pushed further away from me, straightening her skirt.“Kiara, come in. It's okay. We were don

One week later “Gentlemen, ladies, Sterling Enterprises is at a pivotal moment. Our acquisition of the Napa vineyard has positioned us as a major player in the luxury wine market, and our Q3 projections show a 12% growth in revenue. But we’re not here to rest on our laurels. We’re here to discuss how we dominate.” I said, my voice smooth and authoritative.One of the investors, Hira Kolt, a blonde woman, raised an eyebrow, “Impressive numbers, Petyr, but the market’s volatile. Wine’s a risky bet with climate shifts affecting harvests. What’s your contingency plan?”I smiled, “Diversification,”I waited then continued, “We're not just banking on wine. Our real estate arm is closing on three new properties in Dubai next quarter. You should see what my son is doing with the AI division. Beautiful, promising work.”Murmurs of approval came from several parts of the room. Ken Beckham, another investor, leaned forward, eyes locked with mine, “That’s all well and good, but your sales team’s

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.Two weeks after the whole engagement party, I was still burning from Petyr's words.Pathetic.At this point, he was right. I was truly pathetic. Yeah, maybe I’d pushed too far, following him to the bathroom, offering to help with that damn stain. But the way he’d shut me down, his voice dripping with disdain, it stungBut the worst part was, I couldn't get him out of my mind. He was my waking thought. He was on my mind morning, afternoon and night. I had touched myself multiple times to the thought of him or to pictures of him I got off Christian's social media as he didn't have one himself.I’d only stayed at the party a little longer after that humiliating bathroom scene. I’d found Dalu in a corner with Christian and plastered on a smile to congratulate her.Now two weeks had passed. I was back working at Sterling Enterprises and I was still a mess. The times I had run into Petyr, he'd brushed past me like I was some tiny little fly in the w

As I worked on my laptop, my eyes kept darting to the bouquet of roses sitting pretty on my desk.Pulling out my phone, I sent a text to Holly, the office keeper, to get a vase for me on her way up. These would stay here. I already had enough at home. The gifts always came with a note, and that was honestly my favourite thing about them. The notes. The beautiful words, written in Calligraphy. The letter P that was always hidden in some part of the paper, which I always had to find.It was something I enjoyed doing anyway.Despite my denials to Kaelia earlier, I knew exactly who was sending those gifts.Peter Sterling.The man across from her office who looked at me as if I was his undoing, like I was the only thing in the world.My boss.My father's best friend.At first I had rejected the gifts. The roses, the rings, the shoes, I had tossed them into the bin without so much as a second thought.I did not want them then. All I wanted was to be away from him or anything that ca