All Chapters of Yes, Alpha Daddy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

MAE POVIt felt like he kissed me for hours. I was aching deep from where he’d taken me, but still I couldn’t help but squirm in his arms as I felt the swell of his cock against my thigh. He didn’t make a move to fuck me again, but his fingers played my clit slowly enough to keep me constantly on the edge. My own fingers were still unsure, not knowing quite what they were doing as they traced up and down the firm lines of him. I loved the way he felt against my touch. I loved the hardness of his flesh, his muscles taut and tight even as he relaxed alongside me. I must have been crazy after taking such a fucking, but I wanted him all over again. I wanted to feel him inside me, deep and hard and grunting low as he lost control. I loved how I could make him sound like that. My sweet little pussy had made me proud, inexperienced as it may be. I hoped my fingers would speak the words I was too shy to say aloud, urging him on as I gripped him tight and squirmed clos

WOOD POV“Open wide for me like a good girl,” I growled as I took a fistful of her soft damp hair. “You’d best not spill a drop. Naughty girls get punished on Christmas Day, sweetheart, no matter how fucking cute they look.” Her jaw dropped low and her tongue popped out so pretty and pink. Her eyes were wide as they stared up at me, and the filthy little minx had her hand between her legs before I’d even slapped my dick against her cheek. I rubbed myself hard and messily around her gorgeous stretched lips, forcing my way inside as she groaned for me. “Suck me down,” I grunted, and her cheeks pinched nice and tight. Her inexperience made such delicious slurps. Her gag reflex made her eyes sparkle like glass. I caught her good at the back of the throat and a tear spilled down her cheek. I wiped it up with my finger and brought it to my lips. “Sweet little slutty girl,” I praised and she smiled as wide as she could manage around my swollen dick. “I’m g

WOOD POVSo, my sweet little Mae Mae wanted a daddy for Christmas. It’s not an uncommon childhood wish, of that I was certain, but it added a definite frisson to the age gap element of our relationship. The girl was a thrilling contradiction. The responsible, ambitious head on her shoulders was at odds with the cute little pixie who looked across the table at me with such big doe eyes. I adored both sides equally and utterly. The girl was well and truly under my skin. I weighed her up as she finished her dinner, wondering exactly where the heart of her Christmas daddy confession lay. I’d been told throughout my life I was an astute observer. I read people. Situations. It’s one of the skills that helped set me up so successfully in my business endeavours. My senses were thrumming all the while I watched her across the table. I noted all of it — her sharp, shallow breaths, her eagerness to please. Her eagerness for praise. Yes, the girl wa

PLEASURE ME, DADDYBOOK THREEVIOLET POVMy stupid pumps aren’t cut out for this weather. Cold water squelches between my toes, and my breath is misty, wet hair like frozen straw against my cheeks. I can hardly see through the rain. Damn my birthday for being so late in November. Damn me for not thinking harder about my wardrobe choices.I wasn’t planning on being out this late, eighteenth birthday or not. I’m dressed for a quick coffee on a cloudy afternoon, not for clubbing through a stormy evening – leggings and a strappy cami under a fluffy teal cardigan that holds more rain than it keeps out. This stupid scenario is all Maggie Connor’s fault, insisting it wouldn’t be a proper birthday celebration unless it involved getting trashed in some sleazy club in the backstreets of Brighton. We’ll have a great time, she said, just a bus ride and a couple of drinks, she said. Who knows, you may even meet someone hot and finally ditch the V card, she said. I have no intenti

VIOLET POVI don’t know where we’re going. I don’t know why I’m not scared. My breath is steady now, and the air in the car is warm enough that my wet clothes don’t feel so bad. My nerves are still on edge, I can feel them beneath the relief. The relief that I got away. I stare at Spencer, trying to figure out the guy who grabbed me in the rain and saved me. He saved me. How could I ever be scared of a man who saved me? He seems strong, Spencer. He seems like the kind of man who could chase monsters away. His jaw is hard, and his nose looks like a Roman carving, and his hair is long enough to curl as it dries. He has heavy brows, serious eyes. He seems serious. I feel safer than I’ve felt in a long, long time. Maybe I’m still drunk on tequila after all. I feel so small and he feels so big.“Don’t you want to know where we’re going?” he asks. His voice is nice. Deep. Strong, like the rest of him. “Not really,” I say. “Is it far?” “No.” I