Semua Bab Daddy, let me be your sweet candy : Bab 1 - Bab 5

_Tessa POV_The music was kinda loud, you know it was actually vibrating through my bones and made my hips want to sway, even though my heels were already screaming at me. Fashion is pain right? And let me not get started with how super sweet the champagne is. Rich people totally pretend they love that stuff, just so they look classy. But hey, this wasn't just any get together party, this was a billionaire masquerade ball, the kind of men who wore power like a perfume and arrogance as second skin. Confidence overload, I swear.Everyone was looking amazing, gowns probably worth than my entire college fund. I mean, what else is new?Here I was, chilling in my black, backless, strapless dress, trying to blend into the wallpaper, the dress hugged me as if we were besties. For once, and I mean tonight, I didn't want to be Tessa Winters, the shy college virgin who never kissed or been kissed.Tonight I wanted to fade into the crowd - or, you know, maybe have someone finally notice me.I l

He pushed me gently, making me lie flat on my stomach. I gasped when he grabbed my hips and slowly lifted me, guiding me onto my knees, my ass high in a doggy style completely exposed to him. His long sex rubbed against my ass, not pushing in yet, just teasing me.“Stay just like that,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips tighter. “Fuck, baby. Look at this perfect ass. You want me?”“Yes,” I whispered, breath shaky.“Say it louder.”“I want you… I want your cock,” I breathed out, shameless and desperate.He let out a low sound behind me before I felt the thick head of his cock sliding slowly between my wet folds. My body arched on its own, needing more, but he held me still.“So wet already,” he murmured, dragging himself back and forth against my slit, soaking himself in my arousal. “You dripping for me, love.”I whimpered. “Yes… please…”He finally slid inside, inch by slow inch. My eyes rolled back at how full he made me feel. The stretch burned in the best way. I let out a shak

I got up, yawning, and walked over to my closet to change into a loose gray shorts and an old baggy shirt I got from a summer camp like, two years ago. My hair was a total mess, so I threw it into a lazy ponytail and headed downstairs.As soon as I hit the bottom step, the smell of Italian pasta and chicken smacked me in the face.Damn. It smelled so delicious, I could eat the whole pot.I figured Mom must’ve made dinner, which meant I wouldn’t have to cook. Thank God.I made my way into the kitchen and saw a pot still sitting on the stove."Don't you dare touch my food."I was just about to grab a plate when her voice came from behind making me turne to see her standing by the kitchen door with her arms crossed.“Wait, what? What am I supposed to eat?” I asked, clearly confused.“I don’t care. You’re an adult, right? I’ll treat you like one. Buy your own food and leave mine.”“Mom, please... I’m sorry about earlier. I was just mad, I didn’t mean it.”She didn’t say anything. Just wal