All Chapters of Daddy's Crush: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Her teeth sank back into her worrying lower lip again, the poor girl unable to keep herself from gnawing at that poor abused morsel of flesh. “It’s wrong,” she protested softly, her meek little voice so weak. “You said you’d take care of me,” she whimpered, her chest heaving a little quicker. “This isn’t taking care of me.” Her voice grew strained, vanishing into nothingness though her breathing only grew heavier.“Oh sweetheart,” he breathed out over her chest, looking up at her worried face. “I will. I just didn’t realize how impatient you were.” His voice was nearly a growl as he kissed lower, along her taut tummy, his fingers playing along her smooth, bare thighs as he hitched the skirt up, unveiling that sweet prize.She could do nothing to hide her sex from him, the delicate, roused flower parted as her legs were pulled to the side of the king-sized bed.Though being unable to resist didn't stop her from trying, and she did her best to clench her thighs inwards, to hide the glis

BEING HIS MODELI am a beautiful, aloof angel floating in a bright white cloud.The angled shafts of light that beam down from the high ceiling cast me in a heavenly glow. My long blonde hair is arranged in a half updo. The bulk of it is elegantly piled on top of my head in artistic twists like tiny golden rosettes, and strewn with tiny interlocking braids.Flowers of varying species and color adorn my wispy, wavy romantic locks as they cascade over my shoulders and down my back. With every softest swish of my body from side to side, my hair bounces and swings like a stack of flaxen thread.The wind machine at the far end of the set tilts a perfectly-aimed vent of cool air toward me. The manufactured breeze gambols those delicate wisps that hang at my temples and frame my symmetrical, rounded face like a gilded picture frame.One naughty tendril floats down the center of my face and lands on my lip, where it becomes affixed to the three layers of lip product tacky on my pout.I wrinkl

My heart sinks. It’s my mom, come to pick me up for lunch at the end of the shoot. Even though she’s technically not my manager anymore as of last week, she’s still tagging along and micromanaging whenever she can. Old habits die hard. Mom is such a cockblock.Before she enters the room, the man with the deep blue voice steps closer and I finally get a full look at him. My eyes are wide as I try to drink him in, memorize every detail. He’s handsome in that slick, Californiasuntan kind of way, like an old-timey movie star but with modern sensibilities. I’m entranced by his dimples and his intense, icy-blue eyes.He hands me a silvery business card with the name VINCENT WEST, AGENT on it.“We make a good team. I’d like to get you alone. Meet me for dinner tonight,” he says suavely. “I’ll text you an address and send a car. Wear something that makes you feel… you.” “Okay,” I breathe.He smiles, showing off his dimples and perfect teeth. “See you tonight.”He slips away and disappears thr

OLIVIA’S SUGAR DADDY“I ’m broke,” the old man cried. “I’m broke, I have nothing. I have less than nothing, I'm in crippling debt, even."Tears were running down his face, and I expected him to fall down onto his knees in a mess in some overacted melodrama.Sure, he was my father. Sure, I loved him. I just never saw him like this before, with him turning into some sad sack of tears and misery.It didn't change the fact that what he said was true. The hints were there, yes, our staff going from a grand army to a skeleton crew, to then not even having that.Some suit came into our family's mansion. Made a bunch of grand gestures. Ogled my sisters and I. Sure, he was attractive, but I wasn't too focused on him. I hadn't even had my hair done and Dad would have freaked if I started dating the guy who was buying our house.No, in my mind, I was terrified. I liked my lifestyle, I liked having my occupation listed as socialite. My father's failures suddenly were going to turn that occupation

I flashed him a devilish stare, my eyes lowering and settling on the mighty rod that was in front of me. The heat radiated off of it to my face, and I had to admit, I was a bit intimidated."Lick it, slut."I swallowed, and slowly obeyed, pushing my tongue out of my mouth and licking the head of it."Lick it like you like it, and I know you do."Obeying, I licked it up and down, roaming his shaft. He groaned ever so softly from my worship. He still had his hands on my hair, using it to control me, still pulling at my roots with a good deal of cruelty with everything that he was doing. He urged me down towards his balls, shaking them into my face."Suck on them. Suck on them like you're an idiot and you think that's the best way to get the cum out of them."Again pushing me, I opened my mouth and took his sack into my mouth, having him lay them on my tongue, forcing me to lick them. To suck on them. Heavy and strong, he was more than full of seed, all of it ready and yearning to escape