All Chapters of Claim Me, Daddies : A Spicy Erotica Collection: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Screw You, Ex-husband (5)I woke up sore. Not the kind of sore that made me regret anything.The kind that made me feel alive. My thighs ached, my hips protested when I shifted on the mattress.My lower back felt like it had been through a minor car crash. But I smiled anyway.My skin was sticky between my legs, and I didn’t need to touch myself to know why. The sheets beneath me had dried stiff.I didn’t care. I lay there for a while, staring up at the ceiling of cabin 123C.The curtains were drawn, but a line of sun cut across the carpet. I could hear faint noises from the hallway.Doors closing. Soft footsteps passing by.People starting their day. It took me a minute to realize I was humming.I stretched, wincing as my muscles complained. Then I pulled the thin sheet over my chest and swung my legs out of bed.My feet hit the floor, but I didn’t stand immediately. I sat there breathing in the aftermath.My body didn’t just feel used. It felt claimed.And strangely, I liked it. The

My name is Selene Hartwell, and before anyone tries to guess how I ended up married to a famous Black semi-pro golfer, I will tell you the truth myself. It started the night I looked across a crowded country club and felt a pull I could not explain. I remember the exact second Harold Whitmore tapped my shoulder and introduced me to Draven Cole.I still remember the quiet thrill that rolled through me when our eyes met, as if something in me recognized something in him. I remember wanting to step back, walk away, act normal, anything, because my body was reacting before my mind could catch up. I had no intention of wanting a man like him. Yet there I was, already imagining how he kissed, how he touched, how he might ruin my composure without even meaning to.He smiled with a boyish charm that I felt in my stomach. I could tell he had not spent much time around white women and probably played more golf than he ever dated. We talked for a short while and he seemed kind but uncertain of h

The Black Golfer And His White Slút (3)He did not ask again. So I opened my legs for him and then sat cross-legged in front of him. He looked down between my thighs and saw the little wet spot in the center of my panties. He moaned again as I moved my hand faster up and down his shaft. I pushed down at the base of his cock and stretched the skin around the head until it was as tight as it could get without hurting him. It made his cock as long and hard as it could possibly get. While I held him at the base, I stroked him with two fingers and my thumb just under the swollen head. He told me how good it felt and I smiled at him. I knew he could see the small bulge in my panties where my pussy was pressing out. I have a nice fat pussy and as I continued to work his cock it grew puffier.Finally I said, "Look at me, Draven. Touch my breasts again."He did and I felt his black cock harden and thicken in my hands. I knew he was about to cum. As I stroked him faster and faster I smiled into

The Black Golfer And His White Slút (5)I smiled and kissed him as I said, "Lift up and let’s get these shorts off of you." He was completely nude again, and I was only topless. I was controlling the situation. I circled his shaft and began a slow, steady up-and-down motion. He was moaning in only a few seconds. I cupped his balls, feeling them already tight in their sack. I knew this would not take long.Draven was lifting his hips and thrusting against my hand. I came up and kissed him, slipping my tongue into his mouth as I moved my hand a little faster. I asked him what he liked best as I changed methods a few times. He seemed to really enjoy the thumb-and-two-fingers method. I slipped it around the shaft just below the mushroom head. I also cupped his balls and rolled them as I stroked him.He reached for my breasts and I whispered, "That’s right, baby! Feel my nipples, pull on them gently. Yes, that’s very nice, Draven. Now, suck them for me! Yes! You know how to do that very we

When my mother told me she was getting remarried, I didn’t blink twice. I was eighteen and only had a few more months until I was leaving for college anyway, so her new husband and his daughter weren’t going to blow up my life.Or so I thought.Sabrina was nineteen. She was already in college. Now she was home for the summer. My mom was making us share a room until we both left for school in the fall, which meant we had from May until the end of August to become the close stepsisters our parents wished we were.It was 6:30 a.m., and my alarm had just gone off for the last day of school. I looked over and saw Sabrina still asleep in her bed. I silenced my alarm to try to keep her that way. I hated getting ready for school with her home. I always changed in the bathroom and had to be super quiet.This morning I was extra chirpy because it was my last day of senior year. All the girls dressed in their college T-shirts and the shortest shorts we could find to break dress code. It was a tr