All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sister: Daddy's Dangerous, Baby Girl : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I walked up to him and slapped him clean across the face. Ragged breaths overwhelmed my body as I stood before him. My being felt naked and indignant, despite only giving him a small article of clothing. Unfazed, perhaps even amused, he lifted the thong to his nose and took a deep whiff. My thighs rubbed against each other. Wetness drenched my inner thighs. My pussy contracted painfully, desperate for his dick. I held my head high as best I could. The tip of his tongue dipped into a wet puddle on my thong. Swallowing hard, I watched his tongue scoop up my pussy juices and return to his mouth. The visual was frustratingly arousing. Backtracking to the security of the table, I clung to it for support once I laid hands on it."Get on the table. These smell and taste amazing, but daddy needs a real taste. From the source," his in charge, stoic voice demanded. My body was moments away from dropping to the floor in a heap, where I would likely beg to worship h

He grabbed my tits through the dress and crushed them in his fists, holding me in place by them. Then he went back to leveraging his body's weight to thrust away at my cunt. Where the first orgasm ended and the new one began, I didn't know, but my body was convulsing again beneath his salvage 2 dick. "It's okay. If. It's. The. Last. Time. Daddy's fucking me really hard," I whispered through trembling lips as the rest of me trembled too. "The fuck it is. Many more mistakes, Olivia. I'm the mistake you'll keep making, baby girl. No one fucking touches you but me," he said with a growl, pressing down on my inner thighs to spread my legs wider and allow him deeper access to my pussy. My third orgasm hit with this declaration, as swift and destructive as the other two, leaving chaos in its wake. Pleasure split the atoms of my nerves apart. The wildfire of euphoria setting me ablaze was definitive. Unmistakable. Merciless. The personification of him

Right here. Baby girl, daddy's right here. I wanted to say it, but the truth was she felt so far away despite being right in front of me. "That's a stupid question, Olive. For both of us to ask," I said somewhat too harshly with a snort, frustrated with myself for not knowing the answer sooner. Dangerous territory. My words mattered to her and she mattered to me. I couldn't tell her the truth. It fucking terrified me. Not inconsequential. Every last one but you, Olive. "Let's just enjoy the strawberries and champagne," she said and her face fell. Her eyes clouded over in disappointment, making my heart constrict painfully as she raised the flute to her lips. I laid mine down, took hers from her and did the same to it. Then I took her hands in mine and smiled at her reassuringly. "Listen to the answer then if it's not obvious to you, baby girl," I said softly, interlocking our fingers. "I don't

No smart retorts or smug quips. Just her clinging to the seat, clawing at it, precariously attempting to hold on. Guttural sounds came from somewhere deep inside her and spilled from her lips. This egged me on. I vented my frustration regarding her receiving attention from other people on her pussy. In and out of her cunt my dick pistoned, my balls smacking noisily against her ass. "Daddy," she rasped out. "Fuck. Fuck. Chance. Fuck," she moaned. I leaned forward and grabbed onto her breasts. "Next time you're upset with daddy, come straight to me for a fuck. Let's skip you pissing me off by offering my cunt to someone else. It makes daddy mad, baby girl," I taunted her through gritted teeth, crushing her tits in my hands as I slammed my whole body into hers. Nothing but my own satisfaction and punishing her cunt flooded my mind. "My fucking amazing pussy. How dare you offer it to someone else?" "Already. Told. You. Dadd

Thousands of punk rock fans losing their shit all around us and what was I doing? Letting myself be trapped in Harmon's arms. When he said he was making the trip to Japan happen so we could go to our favorite band's concert, I nearly swooned. Now that we were here though, he wouldn't ease up. He kept looking over his shoulder. The paranoia was going to his head. Being in a crowd filled with people didn't help. I shot him a text, then showed him my phone and indicated for him to check his. He gave me a scowl, but reluctantly removed one of his arms from around my waist. Then he dug into his breast pocket to check his phone. Olivia: You need to chill.Yamazaki wouldn't approve of you not enjoying yourself, Harmon. He beamed at me over my shoulder. Then he made our bodies collide, pressing my back up against his front. The remaining arm around my waist tightened. He lowered his head and his lips landed on my neck. Tongue darting out to lick one of many hick