Todos os capítulos de Even If It Hurts, Daddy: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Giselle’s eyes were swollen, her throat dried from hours of crying. The walls of the bedroom felt like they were closing in, Chase’s lingering scent made her weak and sick to her stomach in a way. She needed fresh air. She stepped out of the room and into the hallway, her footsteps silent as she walked. She didn’t expect anyone to be there. But as she turned the corner toward the staircase, a shadow moved. Richard was leaning against the railing. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket anymore. His white sleeves were rolled up, revealing muscular forearms, and his tucked in white shirt freed. But there was something about his tardiness that Giselle liked, perhaps it was the way it made him less intimidating, more like the man who had pulled her into his bed several nights ago. "Going somewhere?" Richard asked gently, his voice was a low vibration in the quiet hall. Giselle jumped, clutching her chest. "Just the garden. I am going to get fresh air." "Understandable, you could use

'Oh god, Daddy, yes! I'm cumming!' she wailed aloud, her real fingers a blur now, thrusting deep and fast. Her body arched in the tub, waves of pleasure ripping through her, pussy squirting into the warm water. But the fantasy overwhelmed her in a way that it didn't stop. She didn’t want it to either.Richard bent her over the tub edge, pounding her ass cheeks with his strong hips, balls slapping her clit. 'Take it all, baby. Daddy's owning this pussy.' She pushed back, tilting her head left and right side, craving more, her second orgasm building on the first. 'Fuck my pussy harder! Daddy please!! Please Daddy Make me yours!' Tears of sweet pain traced down her face, she broke into sobs as the ministrations continued.She was crying because this forbidden desires made her feel all the right emotions, something she wanted from her husband so badly but couldn’t get.He growled, his thrusts got brutal, until he buried deep, hot cum flooding her, triggering her final peak. Tears no

Giselle stirred awake, the sheets tangled around her legs, a deep, satisfied ache pulsing between her thighs. For the first time in months, she'd slept like a baby, no nightmares or endless arguments. Clothes littered the floor—her robe, his boxers, a trail leading to the bathroom where the shower still ran. She wondered when he came back into the room last night as she stretched, arms overhead, back arching as a soft moan escaped her lips, her body remembering Chase's rough thrusts from last night. But then the buzzing started. His phone on the nightstand vibrated relentlessly, lighting up with notifications.She reached over, snatching it up, thumb swiping the screen. Texts from 'Monica' flooded in, each one dirtier than the last. 'Baby, I'm so sorry I snapped. Let me make it up to you—I'll suck your dick until you forget my name.' Another: 'Waiting to ride you reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing on that big dick. Forgive me?' Then: 'Pussy's wet just thinking of you pinning me do

Giselle slipped out of the room, the door softly clicking shut behind her. The hallway was quiet, morning light filtering through the windows. She smoothed her clothes as she walked, still feeling the Chase's cologne on her despite how much perfume she sprayed on herself, when she spotted Amelia rounding the corner, balancing a silver tray with a steaming mug of coffee."Amelia," Giselle called, voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "Who’s that for?"Amelia smiled warmly. "Good morning, Mrs. Giselle. Mr. Richard requested it. Black, no sugar, just how he likes it.""Where is he?" Giselle asked, stepping closer, eyes on the tray."In his room, ma’am. Said he’d be down soon."Giselle nodded, reaching for the tray. "I’ll take it to him. You go ahead and start on breakfast. Make it something hearty—eggs, bacon, the works."Amelia hesitated for a split second but handed over the tray. "Of course. I’ll get right on it." She turned and headed downstairs, leaving Giselle alone with the co

"Why not?" she pressed, dropping her shirt again, standing bold with her perky breasts hanging untouched. "Chase doesn’t deserve me. He’s out there with his mistress right now, probably fucking her senseless. But you... you made me feel alive, like a proper woman, made me feel desired. Why dont you just let me drop to my knees and worship you, taste you through those briefs. I bet you’re leaking pre-cum just thinking about my body." Richard’s jaw clenched, a low groan escaping his lips. "Christ, woman. Yeah, I’m hard as rock, happy now? your words alone have me throbbing. If you weren’t family... I’d have you gagging on my dick, tears streaming as you take it deep. But you are. Chase is my blood. It is forbidden." "The forbidden never felt this good," she whispered, edging closer, her hand brushing his robe’s edge. "Imagine it—your son’s wife, swallowing your load while he’s clueless self is fucking around. I’d swirl my tongue around your thick head, suck until you bless and fu