All Chapters of Daddy one shots: an erotica collection : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Oh, fuck, Mia Cara, yes, just like that. Fuck that pussy for daddy," Don Antonio Moretti growled under his breath, his voice a low rumble in the dim glow of his study. His hand moved furiously up and down his thick, aching dick as he stared at the hidden camera feed on one of multiple monitors. The steam filled shower in Teresa's ensuite bathroom was his private theater, and she was the unwitting star. He'd installed those cameras years ago, telling himself it was for her protection in this dangerous world of mafia feuds. But deep down, he knew the truth. Watching her was his obsession, plain and simple. Teresa, the young woman the world thought was his daughter, stood under the hot spray, her lithe, twenty two year old body glistening with water. Her long, dark hair clung to her olive skin, cascading down her back like a waterfall. She leaned against the tiled wall, one hand braced for support while her other hand dipped between her thighs. Her fingers circled her swoll

Antonio paced, his tall, muscular frame towering over her petite one, desperately trying to keep his distance. No more hand holding or using his shoulder to lean on. Fucking stay away from the slut. Teresa's cheeks flushed with defiance, fear and embarrassment. The fucking yelling, his muscles dancing under his shirt. Watching him move made her breaths quicken. She was getting all hot and bothered. He is your fucking daddy, for God's sake. A beast, just like the rest of them. Stay away. Better yet, flee. "I love Luca! And Victor's a monster. You can't just ignore me for over a decade and then sell me off like property," Teresa whined, fists forming in her lap. Antonio's patience snapped. He dropped next to her on the couch and grabbed her arm. Their eyes met. He pulled her forward, over his knee. Teresa gasped, a little quiver going through her pussy. "I'm too old for this, daddy," she said meekly, cowering as he spread her out in front of him. "The fuck you are. I'm

So she threw the sheets off her body, unveiling every naked inch to the cameras. A hand slid down her body, thoughts of daddy fucking her again consuming her thoughts as her fingers found her clit. She circled the nub slowly as she replayed the spanking, the brutal thrusts. Daddy's big dick fucked her senseless. All of her ached. Her pussy was raw. She wanted more anyway. "He's been watching me. All this time," she murmured, plunging two fingers inside herself, imagining his eyes on her now. Fuck her stupid pussy for cuming so quickly on his dick. Daddy just felt so amazing inside her. It usually took Luca over an hour to get her off. Daddy did it in minutes. He tossed her aside like trash afterwards. So why did she want more? She meant to think of Luca and how she betrayed him, but her wanton cunt wanted only her daddy. "Sick fuck up," she chastised herself, looking down at herself playing with her cunt. She came quickly the first time, arching off the bed with a

"Oh it will be, because your little cunt is staying with daddy. You're mine until I say otherwise," he taunted her, a cold sweat running down her back as they continued to cum together. Antonio left her behind, too numb to even put up a fight. She knew she wasn't walking through that bedroom door again anytime soon. His word was final. She just watched his retreating back, drawing the sheets over her body as the door clicked shut before her very eyes. He may have saved her from being kidnapped today, but it seemed she ended up kidnapped anyway. What were his intentions for her? Would he kill her too? Teresa cried into the pillows, stunned, her world spinning. Her mother was executed. Her daddy wasn't her daddy, but a stranger who played the part to hide his sin. Yet, even as sobs wracked her body, her pussy ached for more, the hate in his eyes only fueling her twisted desire. No. No matter what happened next, she would resist her mother's killer's dick. Her resolve wa

The gesture could not but overwhelm Teresa. She knew what Victor's death would mean for the blood feud. Antonio had just started a full-blown war in her name. Unless— "Let me marry Luca instead. He will agree to it. He is next in line and he hated his father anyway. This marriage protects your empire and ends the bloodshed like you wanted," Teresa suggested, standing before him, leaking another man's cum out of her ass. Now she fucking wanted another Rossi as her husband, plugging her holes with cum for a lifetime? Well fuck her then. Just like her mother after all. Why she suddenly wanted to protect her mother's killer, Teresa didn't know. All she knew was he needed her help. She just couldn't watch him die after all. Forgive me, mom. Feeling stupid for his obsession turning into genuine affection, Antonio nodded grimly. "Fine. You'll marry Luca to keep the peace," he said, turning his back on her in an instant. Teresa's heart ached, but this was the right thi