All Chapters of Daddies Taste Better : Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

I didn’t pull off. Instead, I swirled my tongue around the sensitive head, gentle but insistent, coaxing him back to life while my free hand slid up his chest. My fingers found one of his nipples, circling it lightly before pinching just hard enough to make his hips jerk forward into my mouth. He was still half-hard between my lips, but I could feel him twitching, thickening again with every slow suck and every teasing flick of my thumb over the other nipple.“Jesus Christ,” he rasped, voice wrecked and hoarse. His hand tightened back in my hair, not guiding, just holding on like he needed something to ground him. “Fuck—I’m getting hard again.”I hummed in response, the vibration traveling straight down his length, and kept going. My mouth was warm and wet around him, taking him deeper each time until I felt him swell fully against my tongue, and ready all over again. His nipples had pebbled under my fingers, and every time I pinched or rolled one, his cock throbbed harder in my

My hips moved faster, grinding down hard on every thrust, chasing that perfect friction where his cock dragged against that sensitive spot inside me over and over again. Paul’s mouth never left my breast, sucking harder now, teeth grazing my nipple as his fingers dug into my ass, guiding me, helping me ride him even deeper. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixing with our ragged breaths and broken moans.I could feel it building, coiling low in my belly like a spring wound too far. “Paul… I’m—fuck, I’m so close—”He pulled off my breast with a wet pop, eyes wild as they locked on mine. “Me too, Love.”I slammed down one last time, taking him to the hilt as my orgasm crashed over me in blinding waves. My walls clenched hard around him, pulsing and fluttering as pleasure tore through every inch of me. At the exact same moment, Paul groaned my name like a prayer and thrust up into me, burying himself as deep as he could go. His cock throbbed violently inside me, spilling

I stayed there on my knees for what felt like forever, the porcelain cool under my palms, my body still shuddering with the aftershocks. Another weak heave ripped through me, but nothing came up this time, just bitter acid and the ghost of that perfect osso buco I’d been so smug about stealing from him. When the wave finally eased, I slumped back against his chest, gasping. He was shirtless—had been since we’d started stripping each other in the bedroom—and his skin was warm to my cheeks.“Second time I’ve ruined a perfect moment by throwing up on you.”A soft, rumbling chuckle vibrated through him. “I might have to get used to it.” His lips brushed my temple and then he wiped my face with a damp cloth. After that he helped me stand, and guided me to the sink, squeezed toothpaste onto my brush, and held me steady while I rinsed the taste of regret from my tongue. When I was done, he scooped me up and carried me back to the bed. The sheets were still rumpled from where we’d started

“Yes,” Mr. Paul breathed out quietly, his voice carrying that same calm tone. He gave a small nod, almost like he was filing the information away somewhere important. Then he straightened, glancing toward the tall windows that overlooked the garden. “If you’ll both excuse me for a moment, I think I’ll step outside for some fresh air. The drive over was a bit stuffy.”He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he leaned down and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to Mia’s forehead. Mia tilted her face up to meet it, but the second his lips left her skin, her expression shifted. Her brows pulled together just slightly, and she stared after him with open worry glued across her face as he crossed the room and slipped out the French doors into the garden.The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the sitting room quieter than before.I watched Mia’s gaze linger on the spot where he’d disappeared, her fingers twisting together in her lap. “Mia?” I called softly, shifting in the armchair so I c

Do they see a desperate, broken idiot who’d jump at the first offer of power or revenge or whatever the fuck he was selling? The thought made my hand clench around the glass again, the condensation making my fingers slip.“If you hold any grudge against my father,” I continued, “then do whatever the fuck you want, but don’t involve me in your shit. I’ve got enough problems without some mafia recruiter thinking I’m the perfect mark for whatever game you’re playing. I don’t need another person trying to use me as a pawn in their revenge plot against Gage or anyone else. I’m done being pulled into other people’s messes.”Marco held my gaze for a long moment, and then he shook his head slowly, almost like he was disappointed but not surprised. “No,” he said. “There’s a misunderstanding here. We’re here to offer you a place where you don’t have to carry everything alone anymore. A family.”When was the last time I heard something so funny?I laughed so hard that it scraped up my throat an