All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sister: Daddy's Dangerous, Baby Girl : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"Daddy wants you so fucking badly. Let's leave. They won't let me fuck you here, baby girl," I mumbled against her cunt, then went back to sucking and teasing licks. She liked being teased as much as she wanted direct, rushed attention to her clit. Every little touch had her crying out or moaning in varying degrees. Was she just starved for attention? Pussies weren't like dicks. It took time to figure out how a woman liked her cunt eaten out. Olivia only really gave one instruction: suck on her clit. After that, I was on my own. She was far too busy moaning her head off to bother with further instruction. "Fucking good. Damn it, Chance. No sex," she whimpered, seconds before her thighs started slapping against my face as she came. "God fucking help me. It's been too long." I was too horny to ask if I was doing a good enough job. Besides, she wasn't exactly complaining, was she? No I wasn't getting off, but having the scent of her cunt surrounding me while my mouth and fingers latch

"Hmmm! Uurgh!" I moaned while he fucked me like an uncaged animal. He slapped my hand away when I reached for the gag. Then he grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back. "Daddy doesn't fucking want to hear it, baby girl. You're giving me your pussy to fuck today. All fucking day. Be my good perfect whore and take dick up your little pussy for daddy," he insisted, already breathing harshly from his brutal thrusts only a few minutes in. He held me in place, watching me over my shoulder as he had his way with me. No restraint. No mercy, even though my eyes, ragged breaths and loud moans begged for it. "Just so fucking good. Perfect fucking pussy," he repeated over and over for the next hour. By the end of it, he had my head pinned down onto the floor with one hand, the other rubbing my clit. "Twenty orgasms is a new record, Persephone. Should your boyfriend let your pussy rest now?" his coy voice asked my spent form.My vision blurred with sweat. The orgasms only let up for a

Bianca's eyes widened in surprise. "He doesn't hold back, does he?" "This was a mistake. Tonight is the wrong night for Billy to see this," I said, gesturing towards my neck. I even dressed modestly, knowing my tits were in a worse state. "Hiding concealer in your purse?" she asked, her gaze dropping to my vice grip on my purse. "How did you—" I began, a brush creeping up my neck and into my cheeks. "Let's just say they're cut from the same cloth," she said, unlinking our arms to open her purse and show me her concealer. Then she winked at me, tilted her head towards the door and said, "Let's go. Will is a big boy, Olivia. He can handle knowing you get laid by your boyfriend. Even if said boyfriend happens to be his surrogate brother." "Does Macy know?" I couldn't help but ask. It wasn't that I felt bad exactly. I didn't. I had no remorse about essentially stealing Chance from Macy. Being around Bianca all the time made things awkward though. We barely talked all m

"This was a bad idea. I'll just have something shit expensive ordered online or something," I said, standing next to Bianca in front of Tiffany's with my pockets in my hands. "We don't have time for this. Lunch is only one hour. Get in here," Bianca said, demanding as ever as she ushered me into the jewellery store. "Isn't this weird for you? Two months ago, I was screwing your best friend. Now we're engagement ring shopping for your sister-in-law. You must have some feelings about this," I said, unusually concerned about a woman that wasn't Olivia and her opinion. "Don't remind me. Macy would disown me if she knew what I was doing right now. Why am I here instead of my husband, Harmon?" she deadpanned, cutting straight to the chase. "Every time I bring up the engagement Will loses his shit. He's been short fused since I told him I was proposing to Olivia. I was shocked he made it through dinner

When I heard his voice, the breath left my lungs all at once. I couldn't keep the devastation from rolling over in waves. Anger. Sadness. Pain. Everything hit me all at once. "How could you?" I yelled through soft sobs. "You said you loved me." Just as I was about to raise the phone to my ear with a trembling hand so I could hear him properly, another text came through from Bianca. Bianca: Olivia, no. Bianca: The ring isn't for Macy. Bianca: It's for you. "Of course I do. What the fuck are you talking about?" Chance deadpanned, his voice firm and resolute in my ear. No words came out of me. My mind refused to believe the words Bianca's texts were saying. We only just started dating. Macy. A whole year. No ring. This just didn't make sense. I went back to the photo and just stared at the ring. It was heartbreakingly beautiful. The waterworks wouldn't stop, but the ache in my chest loosened into sweetness. "You didn't… I had lunch alone today," I said, feeling li