All Chapters of Claim Me, Daddies : A Spicy Erotica Collection: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Sharing Dad’s Cóck (3)Laurel’s head moved steadily on Dad’s lap, her lips sliding down over him, then pulling back with wet, messy sounds that carried all the way to my window. Her hand stroked the thick length that couldn’t fit in her mouth, twisting at the base like she’d done this a hundred times before.I couldn’t believe the size of him. Even with her lips stretched and her throat working, she still couldn’t take it all. The sight made my stomach clench and my pússy throb. Dad leaned back in the chair, looking so at ease, so consumed by what she was doing. His hand stayed buried in her hair, holding her steady, while his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.I pressed my forehead lightly against the glass. My body felt too hot, too wired.I couldn’t look away.The more I watched, the wetter I became, until my panties were sticking to me. I was watching another woman swallow my father’s cóck, and it made me ache in ways I’d never admit out loud.My fingers slipped under the wai

Sharing Dad's Cóck (5)As I walked into the other room, Dad’s eyes landed on me. His gaze dropped to my skirt before I even had a chance to sit down.I froze for half a second. Then I realized.This was one of the skirts I’d bought after moving out. It was shorter than the ones I used to wear when I lived at home. A lot shorter.He blinked and looked back up at my face, but I’d already caught the flash in his eyes.“You’ve grown up, Brittany,” he said quietly.I tilted my head and walked closer, clutching my iPad against me. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”He leaned back on the couch, trying to make his expression neutral. “Just… different. You look older. More like a woman than the little girl who used to live here.”The words made something catch in my chest. I set my phone down on the coffee table and lowered myself onto the couch beside him.“I am older,” I said. “I’m not your little girl anymore.”His jaw tightened. He rubbed the back of his neck and shifted slightly. “You

Sharing Dad's Cóck (7)Laurel grinned.“See? That wasn’t so bad.” She laughed, and we all ended up laughing with her, though my body was flushed all over.Her words still echoed in my head when she pulled a bag from under the table. “That reminds me. I got you something.”She slid it across to me. Inside were three small packages.“Thank you,” I said, looking at her curiously.“Based on this morning, you need proper sleepwear. Open them.”I peeled back the packaging. They were all two-piece sets, shorts with tanks or camis. Cute, but undeniably séxy. Not indecent, but séxier than anything I normally wore to bed.Laurel’s grin widened. “Go try one on.”“Now?” I asked.“Why not? You’re not going anywhere, are you?”I hesitated and glanced at Dad.He got up, stacking plates. “It’s eight. Why don’t we all get comfortable? I’ll light a fire and we can watch a movie.”Laurel pressed the bag into my hands. I carried it to my room and laid the sets out on my bed. They were cute. They were rev

Sharing Dad's Cóck (9)I froze. I had been fúcked before but it was always missionary style. This pounding, desperate séx between Laurel and my dad was something else entirely.It was hardcore.Raw.Laurel was groaning between thrusts, each sound cutting into me. Her voice rose and fell, as every breathy moan was echoed with words that made my stomach flip. Evert damn time she grunted, she encouraged him, telling him exactly what to do."Fúck me, baby," she gasped. "Harder. God, I love your cóck.""Then fúckíng take it," Dad spat.Her eyes rolled with pleasure as she began to moan louder. "I love your daughter, but it’s impossible to stay quiet when she’s home. Oh yes, that’s it, right there! Pound me harder. Yes, yes, yes!”Her words hit me like a shockwave.I had no idea what to do. Run? Hide? Apologize?My body betrayed me instantly. My fingers went to my shorts, pressing against my soaking pússy. I wanted more than just a finger in my pússy. I needed more.Dad was pounding into

Sharing Dad's Cóck (11)I stepped through the door, clearing my throat a little louder than usual.Dad stiffened.“Shít—Brittany…” He yanked himself free, fumbling to zip his pants, but his cóck stubbornly refused to obey until he took a deep breath.Laurel didn’t move.She stayed bent over the counter, smirking at me. “Hey Sweetie,” she said casually, her voice teasing. “You missed all the fun.”I felt my stomach tighten. Her ass was high behind him, her bréásts were exposed, and she wasn’t even trying to hide.Dad groaned, finally managing to zip himself. “Laurel… come on," he muttered.“Relax,” she chuckled. “She's an adult who has probably watched pórn and seen people having séx before."Then she looked at me, "Forgot something?""Yeah… my phone," I said, with my cheeks burning.Dad stayed behind her. His cóck was hard as steel.The worst part of it all was that I couldn’t stop staring at his erection.I laughed softly. "It's cool, Dad. Relax."Laurel reached back, stroking his có