All Chapters of ALL YOURS, DADDY: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

They didn’t give me time to think.Father Lucian pushed me toward the large bed in the center of the room. I landed on my back, legs spread wide as they both loomed over me.Father Damon was first.He dropped between my thighs, shoved my legs wider, and buried his face in my cunt without warning.His tongue was broader, rougher than Lucian’s — long, hungry licks from my dripping hole up to my throbbing clit, then sucking my swollen nub into his mouth while two thick fingers slammed inside me.I cried out, back arching off the bed.“Oh fuck— yes—”Father Lucian climbed onto the bed beside my head, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his massive cock. It was even thicker up close — heavy veins running along the shaft, the fat head already leaking precum, balls full and heavy.He tapped the slick head against my lips.“Open.”I obeyed, and he pushed inside my mouth slowly, letting me feel every inch stretch my jaw. The taste of him — salty, masculine, slightly musky — made my pussy clench

SIENNA’S POVI could barely walk when I left the rectory that night.Both my holes were still throbbing, leaking thick rivers of their cum down my thighs under the thin sundress. Every step made me feel them — the stretch, the fullness, the way they had completely ruined me.But I couldn’t stay away.The next night, just after 3 a.m., I found myself sneaking back to the church steps under a full moon. The entire town was asleep. The only light came from the moon and a single flickering candle someone had left burning near the entrance.I knew it was reckless. Dangerous. Someone could see us. Someone could walk by.That only made my pussy wetter.Father Lucian was already waiting on the wide stone steps, still in his black clerical shirt and pants, the white collar glowing in the moonlight like a taunt. Father Damon stood beside him, arms crossed, eyes dark with the same insatiable hunger.They didn’t speak at first.Lucian simply pulled me into his arms and kissed me — deep, possessiv

SOFIA’S POVThe cathedral smelled of incense, old stone, and my own fear.I stood at the altar in a heavy white wedding gown that cost more than most people’s houses, the long veil covering my face like a shroud. My wrists were already bound to Matteo Rossi’s with a thick black silk ribbon, our fresh cuts pressed together so our blood could mingle — the sacred Blood Vow of the Rossi family. One drop of my blood mixed with his, and I belonged to him forever.I was twenty. A virgin. Handed over like a piece of meat to settle my father’s gambling debt.And the man who now owned me was terrifyingly beautiful.Matteo Rossi — Don of the Rossi empire — towered over me at thirty-four. Broad shoulders straining his black tailored suit, sharp jaw, dark eyes that looked like they had already seen every sin I would ever commit. His presence sucked all the air out of the grand cathedral.As the old priest recited the ancient words, Matteo leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear through the

**SOFIA’S POV**The honeymoon suite looked like a dark cathedral.Candlelight flickered across black marble floors and heavy crimson drapes. In the center of the room stood a massive four-poster bed draped in black silk, with a single white marble altar-like platform at its foot. Matteo had clearly prepared this space for my corruption.I stood in the middle of the room still wearing my full white wedding gown, the long veil now pushed back but still attached to my intricately pinned hair. The expensive fabric was wrinkled and stained from the limo, my thighs still sticky with the evidence of the orgasm he’d forced from me in the car.Matteo circled me slowly like a predator, his dark eyes devouring every inch of me. He had removed his suit jacket and tie, the top buttons of his black shirt undone to reveal the hard, tattooed planes of his chest. The man looked like sin wrapped in tailored violence.“Keep the dress on,” he said, voice low and commanding. “For now. I want to ruin my vi

My breath caught.His cock sprang free — thick, heavy, and intimidatingly large. The shaft was long and veined, the head fat and flushed dark red, already leaking a bead of precum. It curved slightly upward, pulsing with his heartbeat. His balls hung heavy beneath, full and tight.I stared, equal parts terrified and mesmerized.Matteo wrapped one hand around the thick base and stroked himself slowly, spreading the precum over the head while watching my reaction.“This is what’s going to claim you, my pretty little wife,” he said, voice thick with lust. “This cock is going to stretch that tight virgin pussy open and ruin you for anyone else. But not tonight.”He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between my spread thighs. The heavy weight of his cock slapped against my soaked pussy lips, the fat head nudging my swollen clit.He dragged the thick length through my slick folds, coating himself in my cream, teasing my entrance without pushing inside.“Feel that?” he growled, grindi