บททั้งหมดของ PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

The taste of her exploded on my tongue—sweet and musky, addictive like nothing else. I licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance up to her clit, feeling her whole body jerk in response, her hips bucking involuntarily. Her hands flew to my head, not to push me away, but to hold me there, fingers tangling in my hair with a desperate grip that pulled just enough to sting. She whimpered my name, the sound muffled and breathy, urging me on.I ate her out like a man starved, my tongue delving into her folds, lapping at the wetness that coated her. I traced every inch, savoring the way she quivered under my mouth. Circling that hard little clit with the flat of my tongue, I felt it throb against me before I sucked it gently into my mouth, rolling it between my lips.Her thighs trembled on either side of my head, muscles tensing as they squeezed me tighter, trapping me in the best kind of prison. Her hips began to move in a helpless, grinding rhythm against my face, smearing her juices acr

He withdrew his fingers and his fangs at the same moment. She went limp in his arms, boneless and trembling. He turned her to face him. His lips were stained crimson, his eyes glowing with a feral, possessive light.“That was only the beginning,” he promised, his voice thick with a hunger that had nothing to do with blood.In a blur of motion, Caspian swept his arm across the large, heavy oak desk, shoving stacks of ancient books and scattered parchments crashing to the stone floor. The firelight danced across the room, casting flickering shadows that played over Ria's exposed skin as he lifted her effortlessly and laid her back against the cool, unyielding surface of the wood.Her dress bunched up roughly around her waist, the fabric twisted and forgotten, leaving her lower body bare and vulnerable under his intense gaze. She lay there, chest heaving, her thighs parting instinctively as he positioned himself between them, his powerful frame towering over her.Ria's eyes locked onto h

He had already taken off his jacket and shirt. His skin was still damp, catching the warm light from the lamp, and every muscle showed clearly, like he had been carved instead of built. His chest rose and fell slowly, relaxed, and his jeans hung low on his hips, darkened by the rain. I forgot what I was doing for a second. Forgot how to move.He noticed me standing there and smiled, a little amused. He walked toward me, unhurried, like he had nowhere else to be. He stopped right in front of me, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body. I held out the clothes, my hands trembling just slightly.I tried not to blush. I failed.“Thanks,” he said, taking the clothes from me. He didn’t step back. Not even a little.What’s your name?” he asked, his voice softer now, like the storm outside was fading a bit in his tone.“Dani,” I said, my voice coming out quieter than I expected, my heart still pounding from everything that had happened so far.“I’m Jaxon,” he replied. He paused f

I whined at the emptiness, but he was already moving me. His hands gripped my hips, turning me over gentle but firm. 'On your hands and knees,' he instructed, his voice husky.I pushed up, my arms shaky but eager, getting into position. My knees sank into the cushions, ass up in the air, pussy exposed and dripping. I glanced back over my shoulder, seeing him kneel behind me, his cock slick with my cum, hard as ever. He ran his hands over my ass, squeezing the cheeks, spreading them to look at me.'So pretty,' he murmured, then slapped one side light, making me yelp and push back toward him.Jaxon lined up again, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. He thrust in with one smooth push, filling me from behind. The angle was deeper this way, hitting new spots that made me gasp. His hands gripped my hips tight, pulling me back onto him as he started fucking me. Slow at first, letting me feel every inch, but soon he was going faster, his hips snapping against my ass with loud smacks.I

Kinks: cuckold, threesome, rough sexThe wedding was the grandest spectacle Emily had ever laid eyes on. It felt like something out of a dream, a fairytale brought to life. The chandeliers above dripped with crystal droplets, casting shimmering reflections that danced across the ballroom's marble floors. The air smelled sweet with the scent of white roses, which seemed to climb up the grand walls, their petals gleaming in the soft light. Everywhere she looked, there was something exquisite: tables adorned with crisp, white linens that had delicate gold trim, their edges so perfect they could've been drawn from a royal blueprint. The silverware was polished to a mirror shine, and every glass sparkled like it had just been polished for a king.Emily couldn’t help but feel like she’d stepped into another world. The gown she wore clung to her figure in the most flattering way, its off-white silk caressing her skin with a soft, luxurious touch. The neckline dipped low enough to show off th