All Chapters of Daddy's secret Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

JESSY I burst out of the café, my heart pounding like a war drum, each beat amplifying the sting of betrayal that blazed within me. How could he do this? After all the promises, the sweet nothings whispered in the dark about waiting, about building something real without rushing into the physical. “I love you for who you are, Jessy,” he’d said, his eyes brimming with sincerity—how could I have believed him? But today, over a half-finished latte and a crumbling muffin, he shattered it all. “You don’t respond to my touches,” he spat, frustration dripping from his voice. “It’s like you’re some kind of... Mother Virgin Mary. I can’t do this anymore.” Mother Virgin Mary?! Those words hit me like a slap, reducing me to a cold stereotype. I wasn’t unresponsive; I just... didn’t feel it. Not with him. At eighteen, I’d never felt that spark everyone raved about, that electric pull that ignited the skin and stole your breath. Maybe I was broken, or maybe he was just wrong for me. Tears b

Jessy The knock came sharp and sudden, three hard raps that sliced through the humid haze of the room. My heart jack-hammered against my ribs. I froze on my knees,his cum still glistening on my swollen lips, my eyes wide with the same panic flashing through me. “Is it Mom?” I whispered to myself, panic surging as I yanked the blanket over my naked skin. The fabric clung to me, damp and warm, a poor shield against whatever storm was about to break. “I’m coming, girl. Wait for me here,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, still thick with lust. He rolled off the bed in one fluid motion, snatching his boxers from the floor. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. He was about six feet tall, every inch of him carved like something out of a fever dream—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscles rippling under golden skin as he pulled the fabric up his powerful thighs. I’d never believed a man his age could be this hot, this alive with raw, magnetic energy. His dark hair was to

The study was dead quiet except for the low hum of the AC and the ice cracking in my glass. I hadn’t taken a sip. I couldn’t..My pulse was still lodged in my throat from the last time I’d buried myself inside Jessy—her tight little body shaking, my name ripping out of her like a prayer. I’d told her to get out but i really felt her presence.. And here I was, my cock hard under the desk like a teenager, replaying the way she’d sucked me clean. The tiger stripes on her hips where I’d gripped too hard. The way she’d *whimpered* when I pulled her hair. Pro-level mouth on a girl who still blushed when I said *fuck*. I was losing it. The burner in the drawer hadn’t buzzed in months. The legit phone, though—this one lit up. "Hey Moretti. Word is you’re back,living clean. " I thumbed back fast. Who the fuck is this? Call connected. That laugh—greasy, high-school hallway, cigarette smoke behind the gym. “Joshua, you paranoid prick. Still jumping at shadows?” I le

JESSYHe did it again...rub in shallow, each time going a fraction deeper, but never enough. The frustration built with the pleasure, my body clenching around nothing, desperate for more. He slapped his cock lightly against my clit, the wet smack echoing in the room, making me yelp and moan. "You're so fucking wet," he murmured, eyes dark with lust. "Dripping for your uncle's cock. Say it." "I'm dripping for you, Daddy," I gasped, spreading my legs even wider, angling my hips up in invitation. "Please fuck me... hard." He teased a few more times, the tip breaching me, retreating, building me up until I was a mess of pleas and whimpers. My clit throbbed from the friction, every nerve on fire. Finally, with a growl, he thrust forward—but still shallow, just the head inside, pulsing. "Like this?" he taunted. "No... deeper," I cried, bucking against him. He pulled out completely, rubbing the length along my slit again, the veins dragging deliciously over my sensitive skin. Up to

JESSYI picked up the phone on the third ring, my hand still a little shaky from Uncle Mark's visit. The way he'd called me "naughty girl" echoed in my head, sending a fresh wave of heat through me. God, why did he have to leave like that? I needed him—needed that intensity, the way he made everything else fade away. With Mom gone and this vague "trouble" he mentioned hanging over me, I felt exposed, vulnerable. His touch on my knee had been like a spark, and now I was left smoldering, aching for more. But no, he had to go to some meeting, leaving me here alone with my thoughts racing."Hey, Mom," I said, trying to sound casual, like I wasn't sitting here with my heart pounding and my mind replaying every second of him in my space."Jessy! Finally. I've been calling you for days. What's going on? Are you okay?" Her voice was a mix of relief and that mom-scold I knew too well. In the background, I could hear chatter—probably the wedding festivities still going strong."Yeah, I'm fine.