All Chapters of Daddies Taste Better : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

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CHAPTER 221: Demanding Brute

The pleasure rolled through me in slow, lingering waves, my pussy still fluttering around his cock as he emptied himself. I could feel every throb, every spurt, the warmth spreading deep inside me until I felt full and claimed and so fucking loved it made my chest ache. My thighs trembled around his hips, my nails still dug into his shoulders, and for a long moment the only sound in the study was our ragged breathing and the soft crackle of the fire. I buried my face in his neck, inhaling the scent of sweat and sex and him.God, I loved this man. For some weird reason, the thought made fresh tears prick at the corners of my eyes.“Thea?” “Mhm.”His lips found my temple, then my cheek, then the corner of my eye, kissing away the tears with soft, feather-light presses that quickly turned playful. He trailed kisses all over my face, light and ticklish, his stubble scraping gently against my skin as he nuzzled my nose, my eyelids, the tip of my ear. A giggle bubbled up from my chest

CHAPTER 222: Spit It Out Right Now

I lifted my head, blinking in surprise, and Gage’s arm tightened around me protectively for a second before he relaxed.“Come in,” he called.The door opened a crack, and Mrs. Harlan peeked inside, her kind face softening into a gentle smile when she saw us curled together. She looked so much better than she had in the hospital — her color was back, her posture straight, the caretaker Gage had hired still helping her around the house but giving her space to do the things she loved. She carried a tray with a covered plate and two glasses, the faint scent of warm soup and fresh bread wafting into the room.“I hope I’m not interrupting,” she said softly, her eyes twinkling with quiet amusement. “I thought you two might like lunch in bed. Something light like chicken soup and some bread.” Then she added, “You both need to keep your strength up,” in a teasing tone.I felt my cheeks warm, but I couldn’t help the small, grateful smile that tugged at my lips. Mrs. Harlan had always been lik

CHAPTER 223: It Was Messy And Ridiculous

The absurdity of it hit me all at once, and I laughed again, the sound shaky but genuine, tears spilling over as the emotion swelled in my chest. “I’ll spit it out!” I blurted, panic and laughter tangling together as I set the tray aside. My hand flew to my mouth before I could think twice, fingers dipping past my lips in a desperate attempt to fish the ring back up my throat. I gagged a little, eyes watering, but I kept trying, determined not to let the moment slip away literally inside me.“Thea, stop — don’t do that,” Gage said quickly, his hand catching my wrist, eyes wide with alarm. “Baby, please, it’s okay, we can…”It was too late. My stomach rebelled and I lurched forward, the contents of the soup and bread coming up in a sudden, violent rush. It splattered across his shirt and lap, warm and messy, the smell of broth and bile filling the air between us. I coughed, tears streaming down my face, my hand still half in my mouth as the ring landed in the mess on his chest.“…”

CHAPTER 224: I Didn’t Care

The door opened without a knock, and Mrs. Harlan bustled in with two younger members of the household staff, all three of them carrying trays of celebratory snacks and a bottle of champagne. “Happy Engagement! We—” She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes landing on the mess on the bed, and on Gage’s shirt. The staff behind her froze too, their faces cycling through shock, confusion, and a hint of second-hand embarrassment. I didn’t care. Not one bit. The ring on my finger sparkled under the bedroom light, and I lifted my hand high, wiggling my fingers so the diamond caught every bit of sunlight streaming through the windows. “Look!” I giggled, my voice bright and a little shaky with leftover tears and laughter. “He proposed. We’re getting married.” Gage’s arm tightened around me instantly, his free hand discreetly adjusting the sheet to keep it high across my chest and lap. I was still completely naked underneath, fresh from the shower we’d shared after the study, and he made sur

CHAPTER 225: Next Year

MIA°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･I sat on the edge of my couch, staring at the half-empty fridge and the sad little cupcake I’d bought myself on a whim, and tried to convince myself that turning twenty-three didn’t have to mean shit. Birthdays had never been a big deal for me anyway—Amelia and I usually just split a cheap cake and complained about getting older while our parents forgot the date entirely. But this year felt different.Hollow. Like the universe had decided to pile on every mess I’d made and call it a gift. Thea was finally doing okay, Noah was nowhere to be found (for now), Amelia still hadn’t come back, and Paul… Paul and I had somehow clawed our way back to something that looked like friendship. Awkward as fuck at times, sure—there were still moments where our eyes would meet and the memory of that hotel room would hit us both like a truck—but we’d saved it. We’d saved us. Or at least the version of us that didn’t end in total destruction. Though I was happy about that. Really,

CHAPTER 226: Who Could It Be?

I untied the ribbon, the paper crinkling loudly in the quiet apartment as I peeled it back. Inside was a small chocolate cake with messy frosting and a single candle stuck crookedly in the middle. It looked like he’d grabbed it from the grocery store on the way over.“It’s a cake,” I muttered, staring at it like it might bite me.He tilted his head, that small, almost shy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Do you not like chocolate?”I hated it. Absolutely fucking hated it. The rich, heavy sweetness always sat like a brick in my stomach and left me feeling sick for hours. But I wasn’t about to tell him that. Not when he’d gone out of his way to show up on my birthday with drinks and this lopsided little cake and that look in his eyes like he actually cared whether I liked it. So I forced a smile, the kind that felt a little too wide and a little too fake, and lied through my teeth.“No, it’s one of my favorites,” I answered, the words coming out smoother than I expected.

CHAPTER 227: Ohh

It was late, the building was quiet, and no one ever knocked on my door unless it was the landlord complaining about the broken frame again or my noisy eavesdropping neighbor. Paul’s eyebrows lifted slightly, a silent question in his eyes. “I’ll get it,” I said, standing up and brushing crumbs off my jeans, trying to sound casual even though my voice came out a little too bright, a little too eager to hide the sudden spike of anxiety. I walked to the door, the broken frame rattling as I pulled it open, and there she was. Thea. Standing in the hallway with a big basket overflowing with my favorite stuff—snacks I loved but never bought for myself, a bottle of that cheap wine we used to split on bad nights, a fuzzy blanket that looked soft enough to drown in, and a little card tucked on top with her handwriting scrawled across it. She was grinning, wide and bright and so genuinely happy that it hit me right in the chest like a warm punch. “Happy birthday!” She sang out, thrusti

CHAPTER 228: It Was Pointless

God! Why did you say that, Mia! I mentally scolded myself, the words screaming in my head like a siren. Why the fuck did I have to blurt it out like that? Like I was trying to remind him of every reason he’d listed in the café about why we could never work—age, baggage, complications, the whole “signing your soul away” speech that still echoed in my nightmares. I could feel my cheeks burning, the heat crawling up my neck, and I wanted to sink into the couch cushions and disappear. Two months of careful friendship, of learning how to sit across from each other without the hotel room hanging over every silence, and here I was, dropping the age-gap bomb right in the middle of my own birthday like a goddamn grenade.But then, thank God, Thea was above the moon and didn’t notice the awkward silence at all. She kept talking, her voice bright and excited, words tumbling out like she couldn’t hold them in any longer. “Gage wanted to come too, but I told him this was a best-friend moment

CHAPTER 229: Why Are You Being Such A Brat

“Jesus, Mia,” he breathed, the words rough against my skin, each syllable vibrating through me like a spark against dry tinder. “You have no idea what you do to me.”I smiled, shaky and breathless, my hands still fisted in his shirt like it was the only thing anchoring me to the earth. “Then stay,” I whispered. “Please.”The word had barely left my lips when he groaned deeply, frustrated, like I’d just yanked the last thread of his control. For a second, his body went rigid against mine, and I felt the shift in him, that sudden flare of annoyance warring with everything else.“I’m the adult,” he said, voice low and gravelly, but even as the words came out, his hand tightened around my waist, fingers digging in like he couldn’t decide whether to push me away or pull me closer. His breath was hot against my neck, and I could feel the way his chest rose and fell, faster now, like he was fighting a battle he was already losing.He repeated it, almost to himself, leaning in so his forehea

CHAPTER 230: Let Me Feel You Come Again

“Still want me to stay?” he murmured against my lips, voice wrecked.I could barely form words, but I nodded, pulling him down until his weight settled over me again. “Don’t you dare leave now.”My hands slide down the front of his shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons. I popped them open one by one, desperate to feel skin against skin, while my mouth found his again, tasting the faint salt of my own release on his tongue. Paul groaned into the kiss, hips rocking against me once, twice, like he was barely holding on.I broke away just enough to whisper against his mouth, voice shaky and shameless. “Now… put it inside me.”His eyes flashed dark, pupils blown wide. For half a second he froze, breathing hard, like the words had short-circuited him. Then he cursed under his breath again and reached down between us. I heard the rasp of his zipper, felt the shift of fabric as he shoved his pants and boxers low enough to free himself. The hot, heavy length of him pressed against my thi

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