Lahat ng Kabanata ng DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

The sun beat down on the cracked asphalt like it had a personal grudge. Deputy Lila Reyes sat in her patrol car with the AC blowing lukewarm air, her uniform shirt sticking to her back. Twenty-four years old and already bored out of her mind in this nowhere Texas town. She’d been pointing the radar gun at passing trucks for three hours, catching only grandmas doing forty in a fifty-five zone.Then his cruiser rolled up behind her, lights flashing once. Sheriff Jax Harlan.Lila’s stomach flipped before she even saw his face. Everybody knew Sheriff Harlan. Six-four, built like he split wood for fun, salt-and-pepper beard, and a voice that sounded like gravel soaked in whiskey. He stepped out slow, boots crunching on the gravel shoulder. His tan uniform stretched tight across his chest and shoulders.“Little girl,” he drawled, leaning one thick forearm on her open window. “You got my radar gun again?”She swallowed hard. “Yes, sir. Just doing my shift.”His eyes—dark green, almost black

Friday afternoon Jax sent one text: **Sheriff:** Pack nothing but your uniform. Leaving in thirty. Lila’s heart raced the whole drive. His big black truck ate up the miles until the county roads turned to dirt, then gravel, then nothing but pine trees. The cabin sat deep in the woods, no neighbors for miles. Just wood walls, a big stone fireplace, and one giant bed.The second they stepped inside, Jax locked the door and took her phone. He dropped both their phones in a drawer.“Two days,” he said, voice low. “No outside world. Just you and Daddy.”He stripped her slowly in the middle of the living room. Shirt, boots, pants, bra, panties—everything gone. Then he took off his own clothes. Lila’s mouth went dry at the sight of him naked: thick muscles, dark hair on his chest, and that heavy cock already half-hard.“On the bed,” he ordered.He tied her wrists to the wooden headboard with soft rope he’d brought just for this. Arms stretched above her head, completely open for him. Jax

Everyone in town was talking.Whispers followed Lila everywhere—at the diner, the gas station, even during roll call. “Saw her truck at the sheriff’s place again.” “They ain’t even trying to hide it no more.” She didn’t care. Jax didn’t care. The fire between them had burned too hot for secrets.Friday night he texted her one line: **Come to the house. Door’s unlocked.**She drove over after her shift, heart pounding the whole way. When she stepped inside, Jax was waiting in the living room, shirt off, jeans low on his hips. The lights were dim. No words. He just pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss, hands already stripping her uniform away piece by piece.They left a trail of clothes to his bedroom.This time he took it slow.He laid her on the big bed and climbed over her, eyes locked on hers. His thick cock rubbed against her soaked pussy as he leaned down and bit her neck, sucking hard enough to leave another mark. Then he moved lower, sucking her nipples into his mouth one by on

The mark on Anna’s lower belly wouldn’t let her forget.It pulsed warmly all day, a constant reminder between her legs. Every time she moved at work, she felt the ghost of Azrael’s thick cock stretching her open. Her panties stayed soaked. Her nipples stayed hard under her blouse. Customers kept asking if she was okay because her cheeks were flushed all afternoon.At 3:17 p.m., while she was shelving books in the quiet back corner, his voice slid into her mind like dark silk.*Go to the bathroom, little one. Lock the door. Touch that needy pussy… but do not come.*Anna froze, a book slipping from her fingers. She looked around. No one was near. Heart hammering, she hurried to the single-stall employee bathroom and locked the door.*Good girl,* Azrael purred inside her head. *Now pull your skirt up and panties down. Spread your legs.*She obeyed, leaning back against the sink. Her fingers slid through her slick folds. She was dripping. She rubbed her swollen clit in slow circles, bitin

The mark on Anna’s belly never let her rest.Even during the day it pulsed with low heat, keeping her pussy slick and her nipples tight. She felt Azrael constantly now—like invisible fingers stroking between her legs, reminding her who she belonged to.And he was getting bolder.Monday afternoon at the bookstore café, Anna sat across from her coworker Sarah, trying to act normal. She was mid-sentence when she felt him.Invisible hands slid up her thighs under the table. She froze, coffee cup trembling in her hand.*Stay quiet, little one,* Azrael’s voice purred in her mind. *Spread your legs for Daddy.*She obeyed, parting her knees under the table. Two thick, invisible fingers pushed inside her soaked pussy right there in the busy café. They curled, stroking her g-spot while an invisible thumb rubbed slow circles on her clit.Sarah kept talking about inventory, completely unaware.Anna bit her lip hard, nodding along. The fingers fucked her faster. Wet sounds were barely masked by th