บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By A Father And Son: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Lucian: That’s a fucking mistake right. Don’t you fucking test me pumpkin. What the fuck? You wanna fuck my dad now? After punishing you last night. You still want to fuck him. Then the follow-up: Lucian: Tell me you’re fucking with me Elena. Rifgt fucking now. My thumbs hovered. Sweat prickled under my arms even though the room was freezing. I typed fast before I could chicken out. Me: It’s a prank. It’s a joke baby I swear. I’m messing with you bc last night got me all fucked up and dramatic lol Sent. The three dots popped up almost instantly. I stared at them like they were going to bite me. Then his reply landed like a slap. Lucian: You think that’s funny? Typing y dad’s name while you’re sitting there soaked from what i did to you last night? Another one right after. Lucian: You’re playing with fire pumpkin and you know what happens when you do My breath hitched so loud the girl two seats over glanced back. I ducked my head, pretended to scribble not

“Oh yeah,” he continued, his hand sliding from my chin to the side of my neck, his thumb stroking my pulse point where my heart was going wild. “I wrapped my fingers around it tight, imagining it was your pretty mouth instead. Slow at first, just teasing the head, feeling that precum leak out because fuck, Elena, you’ve been in my head ever since. I stroked up and down, picturing you on your knees right here, looking up at me with those big eyes, begging to taste me. I went faster, harder, thinking about bending you over this desk, hiking up your skirt, and sliding into that tight little pussy of yours. I can’t get you out of my head. I can’t. I came so hard that day, groaning your name, spilling all over my hand like a fucking teenager. And now? Now you’re here for real, and my cock’s already straining just from looking at you.” My knees were legit weak, like I might collapse if he wasn’t holding me up with that one hand. My whole body was on fire—nipples hard against my bra, clit

And his mouth? Jesus Christ, he wouldn’t shut up—deep, growling, relentless dirty talk pouring right into my ear while he destroyed me. “Fuck, listen to that sloppy wet cunt, Elena—hear how it’s sucking Daddy’s cock in? Greedy little whore. Your pussy’s gripping me so tight, like it knows it was made for older dick. “Lucian could never fuck you like this, could he? Never this deep, never this hard—oh shit, feel that? That’s Daddy hitting your cervix, baby. Take it. Take every fucking inch while the whole building hears you scream.” “D-Daddy—oh my god—too much—fuck!” “Too much? Bullshit,” he snarled, one hand fisting my hair, yanking my head back so my back arched hard. The new angle made him slam even deeper, the wet slap-slap-slap of skin on skin. “You love it. You’re creaming all over my cock right now—look at the mess you’re making on my desk. Dripping down my balls like a filthy campus slut. Scream louder, princess. Let every professor, every student walking by know Ad

“Fuck I love this. Fuck!!” I screamed as my nails scratched the desk because honestly this. “Too deep?” He snarled, yanking my hair harder so my back arched painfully perfect for him. His free hand spanked my ass. Three smacks that made me scream louder. “This cock is exactly as deep as it needs to be to remind you who owns you now. Lucian’s texting you right now, I bet—wondering where his sweet little girlfriend disappeared to. And here you are, bent over his daddy’s desk, getting railed like the campus whore you really are. You’re gonna be my secretary, Elena. Every fucking day. You’ll sit outside my office in that tiny skirt with no panties, dripping from the last load I pumped into you. You’ll bring me coffee with my cum still warm on your tongue. You’ll take notes while I finger this cunt under the desk during department meetings. And every afternoon? I’m locking that door and fucking you raw until you forget how to say ‘no.’” He was fucking me like a madman—fast, deep, s

I tilted my head, smirking slow and wicked, and let my voice drop low and commanding.“Now would you get on your knees, Daddy?”Adrian’s eyes flashed with pure heat, but he didn’t drop. Not even a little. Instead he crossed his arms over that broad chest, cock still obviously hard again in his slacks, and gave me the filthiest, most arrogant smile I’d ever seen.“No, princess,” he said. “I love this game we’re playing. Okay? I fucking love it. You standing here dripping my cum, tits all red and sore from Daddy’s hands, pussy still fluttering from the two loads I pumped into you… and now you’re trying to make me bark like a dog? Goddamn, Elena. That bratty little mouth of yours is gonna get you fucked so much harder tomorrow. I could drop right now—get on my knees, bark loud enough for the whole hallway to hear ‘Daddy needs your pussy, please let me eat my cum out of you’—but where’s the fun in giving you everything you want the first time you ask? No. I’m gonna make you earn it. I’m