All Chapters of Daddy's Crush: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The handcuffs added a whole new dimension to it. I was literally just a torso he could do anything he wanted with, and he was choosing to fingerfuck me like this. He was building me up higher and higher, fingerfucking me even faster. I was screaming out for him as I wiggled the little ways I could in my predicament.He slapped my ass, the sound echoing through the room as he did so. Daniel was going to continue to find new and creative ways to torture me and bring me to even greater heights. How on earth was I suppose to cope with all of this?"You like this don't you. A filthy gold digger who just wants to cum everywhere, even in a police station?"Daniel never stopped pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy and over my nub. I was curling into him as he did so, nodding furiously, agreeing with every word that he said. The energy inside me was rising so fast and so suddenly that there was no way I was going to last much longer with the way he was using me and abusing me.I moaned a

I can hear his breathing in my ear, deep and husky, tinged with such lust as he rubs me through my panties. He’s ravenous for me, I can tell even before he bites my neck then kisses it, making me tilt my head to the side to make room for his hungry mouth. That thin stalk so sensitive to his ravishing mouth, but the feeling of him petting my pussy down below is so distracting.“Mmm, you’re an even badder girl than I thought,” he growls, and then I feel his finger hook into my panties, grazing over the raw flesh of my femininity as he peels them away from the source of my wetness. “Damn, your little cunt’s so wet from this spanking, Andrea,” he says, tugging down my panties, dragging them down my thighs to my knees, then letting them slip further down.“Does any of this even count on punishment if you were getting off on it like this?” he asks me, bringing his hands back up to cup my slick, naked mound.I don’t have answers for him. The first time a man’s ever done anything like this to

His deep, rumbling voice is enough to get me all slick between my thighs again. I bite my lip, wishing I could stay. But I just wave goodbye and flounce off to the spa. God knows I need this massage anyway. As I walk through the luxurious hotel, I barely notice the gorgeous tropical surroundings, the elegant architecture, the stylish decor. As always, I turn lots of heads. People stop what they’re doing to look at me. Mostly men, but sometimes women, too. My towel does little to conceal my luscious curves, and it barely reaches my mid-thigh. But it’s not their attention I want. I need Will.Even when I lie down for my massage, I can almost imagine it’s Will rubbing my sore shoulders and back instead of the middle-aged female masseuse. What if it were his fingertips circling my tight spots? Stroking my skin, touching me with healing warmth.By the time the massage ends, I’m in a haze thinking about Will. Not ready to go back to the hotel room yet, I head into the sauna and sit down in

HIS FERTILE GROUPIEAlly couldn’t believe her luck. After months of following The Buzz around on tour, dreaming of the sexy-as-sin singer, he’d finally noticed her. But more than that, he’d invited her to a special gig, on a private island in the Caribbean.Only eighteen, she thought she’d experienced all of the pain in the world, and she’d found purpose in their music. But more than that, she spent her nights lusting about their front man. Flynt Slader.That gorgeous man with the kohl rimmed eyes and the soul that spoke to her. His piercing blue gaze stared into the deepest parts of her. She swore all of his lyrics were written about her life, and she knew they could heal one another’s broken hearts.She’d just been getting out of a bad relationship when she first heard The Buzz come on the radio, with their hit song, and she listened to it on repeat.She’d even dropped out of college to follow him around on tour. Every night she styled her bottle-blonde hair into a wild mess of curl

BAD SEEDI know I look like the part of the perfect good girl. Pencil skirt, neat blouse, stockings, heels, glasses, hair tied back in a ponytail. And I have the grades to prove it. I came to college on a full scholarship and I’ve held onto it no problem, so far. But… that doesn’t mean I don’t have bad urges.Like how I could be sitting in class, and that dreamy English professor just gets my panties so wet they’re ruined for the day. I could offer myself to him, and I fantasize about it. About him bending me over his desk, slapping my ass and lifting my skirt.Heck, sometimes I even imagine him doing it in front of the whole class. Just claiming me as they watch, forcing me to look at them as his dick is rammed into me from behind.God, that gets me so worked up.But that’s just a fantasy. I can’t have that. No professor is gonna do that, and get himself fired.And of course, I’d get kicked out of school.So instead I just sit and squirm. And wait for class to be out.No way the Engl