All Chapters of Daddy's Crush: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

He was standing firm in front of me. I was angry that he was reacting like this - but he was my father.He did want what was best for me. He was blood, he was family, he loved me.I couldn't just throw away that bond because of things like money. Or the pleasures that Ty delivered to me again and again. I couldn't just shun that, could I?Sighing, I nodded. "Okay, father. I won't see him again."Ow. I didn’t expect that inner pain to hit me so hard for saying those words."Thank you, Karen." His words felt empty, worthless.I suddenly felt a huge surge of despair coming on. I didn't say anything else to my father and instead bolted to my room and dove into my bed.Tears began to flow.Why was I sobbing? I barely knew Ty. It was just one night.Was it everything I was potentially losing out on? I did want to know more. How would he take care of me, in so many definitions of the word?It was for my father. He was already going through a rough time. I didn't have to make it worse just be

Ty's need, my need, it didn't let him delay for too long, his cock finding my pussy lips again swiftly. With our new position, he thrust himself in deep and it was such a sudden and delightful spike of pleasure that washed over me. I wasn't there yet, no, but I was close – damn close.Daddy wasted no time setting his pace. He slammed into me with such a wonderful rhythm, making me moan through the smile on my face with his dedicated and relentless pace.Then he massaged my ass, still sore from the vicious yet delightful spanking he had given me only moments before, adding another level to the array of sensory delights he was giving me.The main attraction, though, was still his cock inside me, pounding me, its head inching deeper inside me without every penetration. He had pulled out at the last moment last time, but there would be one of that this round. Like a piston, he was making me shake with delight through a combination of orgasmic wonder and anticipation of what was still to c

These guys, my fellow college kids and classmates, would leap at the chance to be with me, even for one night. But that’s just part of the fun-delaying gratification. I love to be a little tease. I love to keep them coming back for more, craving for more.It’s easy to get swept up in the hedonistic flair of the evening. We’re college kids who need to blow off steam and forget about our classes GPAs and exams. We need to cut loose, let our hair down, and dance the night away.We showed up around midnight, and my girls and I have been working the room ever since. I look around at my beautiful, happy friends and can’t help but grin. I bat my eyes at a cute boy leaning against the wall with a flask in his hand.He’s instantly intrigued, his eyes panning up and down my body with desire. I tempt him with a swish of my hips and hold his attention by smoothing my hands down over my full breasts spilling out of my dress. My nipples poke against the slinky fabric creating delicious friction. I

My body is yearning to get closer to him, to break the professional boundary we haven’t even fully gotten to establish yet. But I force myself to remain calm while we explore the giant house. My eyes are wide as I look around the elegant interior. Everywhere I look, there are signs of wealth. The mid-century modern sofa, the gilded lamps, and the stained-glass feature in the cabinets. Every item looks to be either modern designer or stylish vintage. There’s art on the walls that probably cost more than my entire tuition. Opened white French doors separate the foyer from the cozy living room. I’m so impressed by my surroundings. Yet, his home is warm and inviting despite the upper-crust furnishings. There’s a crackling fireplace with beautiful photographs and paintings on the mantle above it. I see signs of actual living-- a book dogeared in a chair, a coffee mug in the sink, a stack of paperwork on the dining table. He’s ridiculously rich, but he’s a normal guy otherwise. I feel more

Cliff is on the same page. At the final boutique, while I’m trying on clothes, I’m surprised to see my handsome hulk of a man slip into the dressing room with me. He places a finger over my lips to quiet me as he pins me back against the wall. I’m fully naked, and Cliff reaches down to cup my mound with one large, strong hand. His thumb finds my clit and begins to gently circle it. He presses his lips to mine as a sigh escapes my mouth. I rock against his hand, feeling my body bloom for him. His lips trail down my jaw, my ticklish neck, to my chest. Cliff flicks his tongue over one of my perky pink nipples and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning. He suckles my nipple and tweaks it gently between his teeth while his thumb rubs circular, tight strokes on my sensitive clit. My legs start to shake.Cliff stands up straight to whisper roughly in my ear, “Feels good, baby?”“Mhmm,” I mumble.Keeping his thumb on my clit, he slides one long finger inside my tight, virginal cunny. He h