All Chapters of Daddy and Mommy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jackson |I can't stop thinking about last night. I can't get her out of my mind. The sweet taste of her lips. The way her ass ground on my cock, teasing. The way her skin felt so soft to the touch. And her smell. Fuck, her sweet scent still fills up my nostrils.I couldn't get enough of her. Of her lips. I want more. I need more.I turned to find Michael wide awake, facing the ceiling. "Can't sleep, baby?" He looked down at me."Yeah," he sighed and turned his body to face me. We were now lying in bed, facing each other. "I can't stop thinking about last nigh-" I found myself chuckling at the irony. He rose a perfect brow."I was thinking about the same thing," he rolled his eyes but smiled softly. His smile dropped when I frowned. I brushed my fingers on his Adam's apple, feeling it move underneath my fingertips. "Maybe we scared her away. She hasn't called," I murmured quietly."Hey now. Patience, love. Let's give her time," Michael said cupping my face gently."And what if she doe

My morning couldn't get any worse than this. Martinez came back with his mother. The woman hated me to the core, and now that she knows about the divorce, she's doing a very good job at showing it."How dare you torment my son like this?" she shrieked at me, pointing her finger at me. "Just because you are rich and from a wealthy family, you think you can just harass my son. Do you know what he had to go through all night?""Sandra," my father spoke up quietly. Martinez's eyes widened when my father came downstairs."Oh, would you look at that?" Martinez's mother sneered. "She brought back-up to harass my son." She crossed her arms."Perhaps we can discuss this over breakfast." My father was calm despite the screaming woman in front of us. "Like civilized people,"I rolled my eyes and walked past everyone to the kitchen. I wasn't surprised to see all the food prepared. My father never fails to feed me and my mom. He takes pride in taking care of my mother. Which is why I love their re

The next words didn't come as a surprise, but they were nonetheless shocking. And of course, enticing."Fuck me," she let out slowly."You're still married, little 'naughty' bunny," Michael's thick fingers wrapped around her neck and she let out a breathy moan, her eyes fluttering."I've already given myself to you two," she murmured hoarsely, his manicured nails digging into my arm. "I need to get him out of my mind. Out of my system. What better way to do it than this?" She went on."One of us or both of us?" Michael inquired. At that, she hesitated."I've...I've never done anal," she admitted quietly. "I'm willing to try," the words made their way down to my cock, already straining. "Maybe not today," she added."Very well," Michael said with a sigh. "You should be aware that we do things a lot different. I would have liked to discuss the way forward, after we have taken you to the club,""I don't care what you do," she rushed reaching to undo both of our ties hastily. Michael stop

Michael I valued the relationship I have with my mother.So much so that we talk about almost everything you can think of. Well, on her side. I can't possibly tell her about all the stuff I've been doing. Like all those brutal beatings I've done to some men who do so much as piss me or my friend Samantha off. Not to mention the man I almost killed for touching my boyfriend.No one flirts with what's mine. Jackson is mine.We own a corporate business and a club, which has been branching off into four different areas in the last 3 years. Our club is the talk of the town. Even celebrities are checking it out. Our business is booming.In a business, it is expected that some shady stuff will happen. By shady, I mean people trying to steal from me and me capturing them and letting my man torture them until they break. My man is secretly a sadist, just as much as he's a masochist. It's sexy as fuck. A fucking turn-on.And anyway, I get to fuck his brains out after, because he gets so hard f

| Jackson |I watched Samantha snuggled into my couch, while I tried to focus on getting work down.Fuck. I've never been so happy. I mean, I have, but I just...fuck.Soon after cleaning her up and putting her in one of Michael's white shirts, which looked like a dress to her, I led her to my office to sleep on my couch, because Michael's couch was messy as fuck with all of our cum. It was soaking.Michael had taken upon himself to clean his office. We both wouldn't have mind letting someone else see all that mess. Fuck that, they already knew about our relationship. Samantha, though, was against it. Considering everyone saw her coming upstairs with me, they'd assume stuff and spread rumors about her. To save her reputation, Michael opted to clean up after our mess. I tried to offer to help, but of course, Mr I-can-do-it-by-myself politely declined.It annoys me sometimes how much he babysits me. I know from when we were growing up, he took it upon himself to watch over the two of us.