All Chapters of DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

The next few days turned into pure addiction. Every time Jake left the house, Elena and I found each other like magnets. We barely talked about it. No big conversations, no guilt trips. Just hunger. The kind that made my cock hard the second I heard her voice calling my name from another room.Jake had started spending more nights at his girlfriend’s place. “You guys cool?” he asked me one morning while grabbing his bag. I nodded, trying not to look at his mom who was bending over to pick something from the floor, her ass stretching her house shorts tight. “Yeah bro, we’re good.”As soon as his car pulled out, Elena was on me.It started in the laundry room that same afternoon. The washing machine was running loud, thumping and shaking. I went in to throw my dirty clothes in the basket and found her already there, sorting towels in a thin white tank top and no bra. Her nipples poked through like dark bullets.She didn’t say a word. Just dropped to her knees on the tiled floor, yanked

Summer was slipping away fast. The rainy season had started, and the heat outside mixed with the heat between us until everything felt like it was about to explode. Jake was asking questions now. “Why you and Mom always smiling at each other like that?” he said one evening while we played FIFA. I laughed it off, but my stomach twisted. Elena had become quieter around him too, but her eyes still burned when they met mine.We knew it had to end soon. But not before one last time.On our final night, Elena told Jake she was going to visit her sister in Ibadan for the weekend. I said I had to go see my cousin. Lies. We drove separately to a small motel on the edge of Lagos, the kind with thick curtains and hourly rates. No one would know us there.She was waiting in the room when I arrived. The second I locked the door, we crashed into each other like wild animals.Elena wore a short red dress that hugged every curve. I grabbed her face and kissed her hard, tongues fighting, hands tearing

Allie’s phone buzzed the next morning during breakfast. She nearly dropped her coffee when she saw the sender.**From: Professor Kane** **Subject: Re: Essay help** My office. 4 PM sharp. Don’t be late.No signature. Just that. Her stomach flipped and her pussy gave a needy throb. She spent the whole day distracted, replaying last night’s email in her head. What the hell had she been thinking? But she couldn’t stop. Every time she remembered his voice saying her name, heat pooled between her legs.At 3:55 she stood outside his office door, heart pounding so hard she felt it in her throat. She knocked softly.“Come in.”She pushed the door open. Professor Kane sat behind his big wooden desk, sleeves rolled up, showing strong forearms. The blinds were half-closed, casting warm shadows across the room. He looked up slowly, eyes dark.“Close the door, Allie.”She did. The click of the lock made her jump. He stood and walked around the desk like a predator, stopping just a foot away fro

Allie was losing her mind. Every waking thought was Professor Kane. Daddy. His thick cock stretching her, his rough hands pinning her down, the way he growled “good girl” when she took him deep. She started skipping her other classes just to wait in the library or sit in the back of empty halls where he could find her. Her grades were slipping, but she didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was the next time he would wreck her. Friday night he finally texted: *My apartment. 10 PM. Wear nothing under your coat.* She showed up shivering with excitement, a long black coat buttoned over her naked body. Kane opened the door, grabbed her by the throat, and pulled her inside. The second the door shut he shoved her against the wall and ripped the coat open. His mouth attacked her tits, sucking hard, biting her nipples until she cried out. “Missed this tight little body,” he muttered, dropping to his knees. He threw one of her legs over his shoulder and devoured her pussy right ther

Angel swayed her hips to the heavy bass, the stage lights burning hot on her tanned skin. She wore a tiny black thong and a sparkly bra that barely held her full tits. At twenty-two, she’d been dancing at Club Velvet for six months. It paid the bills and made her feel powerful — until the night Mavin walked in.He sat in the VIP booth, dark eyes locked on her like nothing else existed. Mid-thirties, sharp suit, broad shoulders, and a thick watch that screamed money. His jaw was tight, fingers tapping the armrest as she dropped low and crawled toward him on all fours. Their eyes met. Something electric passed between them.When her set ended, the manager pointed her to the VIP room. “Private dance for Mr. Mavin. He tips crazy. Don’t fuck it up.”Angel’s heart raced as she stepped into the dimly lit booth. Mavin leaned back, legs spread, watching her like a wolf.“Dance for me, Angel,” he said, voice deep and commanding.She started slow, circling her hips, running her hands over her bo