All Chapters of Daddy's little Saint : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I sat myself on the counter after pulling off my shorts and spreading my legs wide. I inserted the butt plug, my teeth biting into my lips as my ass slowly swallowed it. I was dripping on the counter now, my head thrown back as I slid my fingers up and down my slit, a moan flowing out of my mouth. Then instantly, I took the vibrator and turned it on. And without a second to spare, I pressed it to my throbbing clit, feeling a wave of pleasure shot through me.“Ahh…yes daddy…hmmppphhhh,” I cried out loud as I pressed ot harder into my pissy, rocking my hips so it intensified everything.My pussy was pulsing with pleasure. Though it wasn't Ryan's cock, it still did the job fairly for me. I took my other hand to my nipple and rubbed the soft bud though the silky material of my tank top.Then I heard it…a thick groan coming from the corner in the sitting room. I didn't stop the torture on myself. I continued to plunge the vibrator into my pussy, but I stretched my head to look at what wa

(Clara’s POV)The living room was dark except for the glow of the TV screen, some mindless action movie Mia had picked flickering across the walls while she sat cross-legged on the floor, completely absorbed, bowl of chips in her lap. I was on the couch, blanket draped over my legs, pretending to watch, but my focus was entirely on the man beside me. Ryan. His thigh pressed against mine under the blanket, warm and solid, his arm stretched along the back of the couch behind my head like he owned the space—and me. Mia being home from camp should have made me careful, but it only made the risk hotter. My heart raced every time she laughed at the screen, oblivious to what was happening right next to her.I’d been teasing him all evening—tiny shorts riding up my thighs, no panties underneath, “accidentally” brushing my bare foot against his calf, leaning forward to grab a drink so my tank top gaped and gave him a view of my hard nipples. His eyes had darkened more with every move, his h

The mall was filled with people, the kind of place where you could lose yourself in the chaos if you weren't careful, but today I felt every eye on me as Ryan, Mia, and I wandered through the stores, his hand occasionally brushing my lower back in a way that sent sparks straight to my core, making my nipples harden against the thin fabric of my sundress. Ryan had suggested the shopping trip over breakfast, his voice casual as he said it would be nice to spoil his daughter and her best friend before Mia headed back to camp, but the way his blue eyes had lingered on my legs when I walked into the kitchen in my short sundress—no bra, no panties, the hem barely skimming my thighs—told me there was more to it, like he wanted to see how far I’d push things in public. Mia was excited, bouncing from rack to rack, holding up tops and dresses for my opinion, completely oblivious to the tension simmering between her dad and me, the way his gaze would darken every time I bent over to look at a

CHAPTER ONE: The PactMara's POV"That's it. I'm done with dating."I threw back the last of my wine and slumped against my couch cushions. Across from me, Ethan stretched his long legs out, his tie loosened and his shirt sleeves rolled up. We'd both just survived the world's most painful double date."Agreed," he said, running a hand through his dark hair. "If I have to sit through one more dinner where someone talks at me instead of to me...""Or pretend to laugh at jokes that aren't funny?""Or have mediocre sex that ends the second *they* come?"I snorted. "God, yes. Why is that always the pattern? They finish, roll over, and I'm left staring at the ceiling wondering if I should just... finish the job myself."Ethan's mouth quirked. "You fake it?""Every. Single. Time." I poured us both more wine. "Because the alternative is explaining what I actually want, and the one time I tried that, the guy looked at me like I'd suggested we sacrifice a goat."He laughed—that deep, rough sou

YOU'RE DRENCHEDI woke up to the smell of coffee and the feeling of Ethan's hand sliding up my bare thigh.My eyes fluttered open. He was propped up on one elbow, watching me with an intensity that made my stomach flip."Morning," he said, his voice rough with sleep."Morning." I stretched, feeling deliciously sore between my legs. "What time is it?""Early." His hand kept moving, tracing lazy circles on my hip. "I've been lying here thinking.""About?""About what I want to do to you today."Heat pooled low in my belly. "Yeah?"He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. "I want to bend you over every surface in this apartment. I want to spank your ass until it's red and you're dripping wet and begging me to fuck you. I want to see how many times I can make you come before you're crying and telling me it's too much."My breath hitched. "Oh.""But only if you want that." He pulled back to look at me. "Tell me now if that's too much."I grabbed his wrist and guided his hand between my le