All Chapters of ALL YOURS, DADDY: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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141. Obsessed With My Wife

**“Fuck,” I groaned, burying myself to the hilt. She was still so tight, still so wet, still gripping me like a velvet fist. “This cunt… Christ, Sofia. It’s mine. Every inch of it. Every flutter. Every drop of cream. Mine.”I fucked her hard and deep, hips slapping loudly against her ass, the wet sounds of her soaked pussy taking every thick inch filling the room. My balls smacked against her clit with every thrust. I watched my veined cock disappear inside her again and again, stretching her pretty pink lips wide, coated in her creamy arousal.“You feel that, little wife?” I growled, fisting her hair and pulling her head back so she had to arch for me. “Feel how deep I am? Feel how your husband’s cock owns this pussy?”“Yes— yes— Husband— oh God—”“No God,” I snarled, slamming into her harder. “Only me. Only this cock. Only your Don.”I pulled out suddenly, making her whimper at the loss, and pressed the fat, dripping head of my cock against her tight little asshole.“Push back,” I

142. Feel My Cock Deep Inside You

MATTEO’S POVShe was going to destroy me.I knew it the moment I carried her back from the chapel that night, her body limp and leaking my cum from both holes, her eyes glassy with that dangerous mix of fear and devotion. Sofia wasn’t just a wife anymore. She wasn’t a debt payment or a pretty trophy.She was my obsession. My addiction. The only thing in this godforsaken world that made the monster inside me feel something other than cold calculation.And tonight, three weeks later, I was going to show her exactly how deep that obsession ran.I had her exactly where I wanted her — bent over the heavy oak desk in my private study, the same desk where I signed death warrants and made men disappear. The city lights of the estate glowed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but the only illumination that mattered was the single lamp casting golden light across her naked body.Sofia’s wrists were bound behind her back with the black blood-vow ribbon, her cheek pressed to the polished wood,

143. I'll Never Let You Go

She obeyed, pushing back as I sank into her tight heat. The stretch was exquisite — her ring gripping me like a vice, hot and silky as I fed her every thick inch until my balls were pressed against her dripping pussy.I fucked her ass with slow, grinding thrusts at first, letting her feel every ridge, every vein. Then harder. Deeper. The slap of my hips against her ass filled the room.While I railed her ass, I shoved three thick fingers into her empty pussy, stretching her wide, curling them against her G-spot, feeling my own cock moving through the thin wall.Sofia was shaking, sobbing, coming apart.I leaned down, biting her shoulder hard enough to mark her. “You have no idea how dangerous you are to me. I’ve never been obsessed with anything before. Not power. Not money. Not even revenge. But you… fuck, Sofia. You’re under my skin. In my blood. I wake up thinking about breeding this cunt. I go to sleep dreaming about filling both your holes until you’re overflowing with my cum. I

144. MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND

CHAPTER 1**LILA’S POV**The salt air hit me the second I stepped out of the cab, thick and familiar, carrying memories I’d tried to bury for four years.I stood in front of my brother’s beach house — the same sprawling modern glass-and-wood mansion I’d spent summers in as a teenager — suitcase in one hand, heart hammering in my chest. The breakup with Daniel had left me raw, bruised, and running back home like a wounded animal. Four years in the city had changed me on the outside, but inside I still felt like that shy 17-year-old girl who once stole a kiss from the one boy she was never allowed to want.The front door opened before I could knock.And there he was.Jax Harlan.Six-foot-three of pure, devastating sin. Shirtless, salt water still dripping from his dark hair and carved abs, black swim trunks slung low on his hips. Tattoos covered his chest and arms — dark, intricate designs that screamed danger and control. At 26 he looked even more lethal than the 19-year-old I remember

145. BDSM....MY BEST FRIEND'S SISTER

JAX’S POV (later that evening)**I stood under the cold shower, fist wrapped around my cock, stroking hard and fast.Fuck.Lila Bennett was no longer the shy little sister I remembered.She was a woman now — curves in all the right places, full breasts straining against that thin tank top, long legs that begged to be wrapped around my waist. When she’d looked up at me with those wide eyes, lips parted, I’d almost lost control right there in the hallway.I pumped my thick cock faster, thumb swiping over the leaking head, imagining it was her soft hand instead. Or better — her mouth. Her tight, virgin throat taking every inch while she looked up at me with tears in her eyes and whispered “Jax… please.”“Shit,” I groaned, bracing one hand against the tile.I’d wanted her since she was seventeen. That stolen kiss in the rain had nearly broken me. I’d pushed her away because she was too good, too innocent, and I was already sliding into the darkness that would eventually lead me to own Vel

146. Wet For My Brother's Best Friend

LILA’S POV**The bass from the music vibrated through my bones as Jax led me through the private entrance of Velvet Chains.The club was nothing like I’d imagined.Dim red and gold lighting, black velvet drapes, the faint scent of leather, musk, and something darker — pure sex. Soft moans and the sharp crack of leather against skin drifted from hidden rooms. Elegant people in masks and expensive clothing moved through the space like predators, some collared, some holding leashes, some simply watching.I felt completely out of my depth in my simple black dress and heels.Jax walked beside me like he owned the air itself. He was dressed in a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up, exposing those powerful tattooed forearms. His presence was a physical force — every person who saw him straightened or lowered their eyes in respect.He kept one hand lightly on the small of my back as he guided me through the main floor. The heat of his palm burned through the thin fabric of my dress.“

147. Fuck baby...I wanna own every inch of you

“Jax…” I whispered.He placed one hand on the glass beside my head, caging me in without touching me. His other hand hovered just above my hip, not quite making contact.“Tell me the truth, little sister,” he said, leaning in until his lips brushed the shell of my ear. “Have you been thinking about that kiss we shared four years ago? The one where I pushed you away because you were too innocent… and I was already too fucked up?”My breath hitched. “Every day.”He groaned softly, forehead almost resting against mine.“I’ve thought about it too,” he confessed, voice rough. “Every fucking night. I’ve jerked off to the memory of your soft lips and the way you whimpered into my mouth. I’ve imagined tying you down in one of these rooms and showing you exactly what I wanted to do to you back then.”His hand finally touched me — just his fingertips tracing the curve of my waist, so light it was torture.“I’m still trying to be good, Lila,” he whispered. “Still trying to protect you from the m

148. I Wanna Fuck You So Hard....

LILA’S POVI couldn’t sleep.The house was quiet except for the distant crash of waves outside my window. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jax — the way his hand had hovered over my hip in the club, the heat of his body when he’d caged me against the glass, the raw hunger in his voice when he admitted he still thought about that kiss.My pussy was throbbing. Aching. Soaked.I’d already touched myself twice in the shower after he sent me home, but it wasn’t enough. My fingers could never replicate the way his presence alone made me drip.At 2:17 a.m. I gave up.I slipped on a thin white tank top and tiny sleep shorts (no bra, no panties) and padded downstairs barefoot, heading for the balcony off the living room that overlooked the ocean. The cool night air kissed my skin as I stepped outside, the wooden deck smooth under my feet.I wasn’t alone.Jax was already there.He stood at the railing in nothing but low-slung gray sweatpants, back to me, moonlight carving every ridge of muscl

149. So tight...so fucking wet for me

I moaned into his mouth as his hands roamed — one sliding under my tank top to cup my bare breast, thumb flicking my hard nipple, the other gripping my ass and pulling me harder against the thick, rigid length of his cock straining through his sweatpants.He was huge. I could feel every inch of him — thick, hot, pulsing against my stomach.“Fuck, Lila,” he groaned against my lips, grinding his hips forward so his cock rubbed right against my clit through the thin fabric. “You’re soaked. I can feel how wet your little pussy is through these tiny shorts.”He rocked against me harder, the friction perfect and torturous. The head of his cock dragged over my swollen clit again and again, making me whimper and grind back desperately.We were dry humping like teenagers on the balcony, but it felt more dangerous than anything I’d ever done.His mouth moved to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “You have no idea how many nights I’ve jerked off thinking about this. About you. About fu

150. Your Cunt Is Weeping For Me...

LILA’S POV**The next evening, Jax took me back to Velvet Chains after closing.The club was empty and silent except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the faint echo of our footsteps on the dark hardwood floors. The main floor lights were dimmed to a soft amber glow, making the leather furniture and metal fixtures look even more intimidating… and tempting.Jax walked beside me in a black button-down and slacks, every inch the controlled owner. But I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves. His hand occasionally brushed the small of my back as he guided me, sending sparks straight to my core.“This is where the real lessons happen,” he said, voice low and rough as he led me down the hallway of private rooms. “Not the public floor. Not the bar. Here.”He stopped in front of a heavy black door labeled “Private Suite 3” and unlocked it with a keycard.The room was stunning — deep crimson walls, a large padded St. Andrew’s cross against one wall, a padded bench in the cen

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