All Chapters of ALL YOURS, DADDY: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Lila’s thighs clenched so tight she could feel her soaked panties sticking obscenely to her swollen pussy lips as she stared through the glass door of Rhys Caldwell’s office. Her sister’s husband. The man who fucked Elena every night in their luxurious penthouse while Lila lay in her tiny apartment, three fingers buried knuckle-deep in her dripping cunt, moaning his name like a desperate whore in heat.God, I’m so fucking disgusting, she thought, biting her lip until it hurt. But I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.She watched the way his tailored shirt stretched across his broad, muscular chest, the expensive fabric straining against hard muscle with every movement. The sharp, chiseled line of his jaw when he was pissed. That low, commanding voice that made her clit throb even when he was just giving orders. But it was the way he looked at her when no one else was around — dark, predatory, like he wanted to slam her against his desk, yank her tight skirt up, and bury every thick, ve

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through her. One of his big hands slid down her thigh, slowly dragging her skirt up inch by inch until it bunched around her waist. His fingers traced the edge of her soaked lace panties.“Fuck, you’re drenched,” he groaned. “This pussy is weeping for your sister’s husband, isn’t it? Such a naughty little slut.”Lila moaned shamelessly as two of his thick fingers pressed against her covered slit, rubbing her swollen clit through the fabric in slow, firm circles. Her legs trembled. She gripped the edge of the desk, panting.*He’s touching me. My sister’s husband is rubbing my cunt. I’m going to hell and I don’t even care.*“Please…” she begged, pushing back against his hand.Rhys hooked her panties to the side and slid two fingers along her bare, dripping folds. “So fucking wet. So fucking tight.” He pushed both fingers inside her in one smooth thrust, curling them perfectly against that spot that made her see stars.Lila cried out, her head fal

Rhys fisted his massive shaft, rubbing the fat head up and down her dripping slit, teasing her clit with every pass. “Beg for it,” he demanded, voice low and dangerous. “Beg for your sister’s husband’s cock.”“Please, Rhys,” Lila whined, wiggling her ass desperately. “Please fuck me. I need it so bad. I need you to stretch this tight little pussy open. Please ruin me with that big cock—”He didn’t wait for her to finish. With one powerful thrust, Rhys buried every thick inch balls-deep inside her.Lila screamed in pleasure, her eyes rolling back. The stretch was intense, almost painful, but so fucking perfect. She felt every vein, every ridge as he bottomed out, his heavy balls pressed against her clit.“Fuuuuck,” Rhys groaned, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “So goddamn tight. This pussy is gripping me like it was made for me. Your sister could never take me this deep, could she?”Lila’s mind was pure filth now. *No, she couldn’t. But I can. I’m taking every inch of my broth

“Jesus Christ, Lila,” he groaned, palming her tits through the thin silk. “You’re wearing her fucking slip?”“I wanted to feel like I was really stealing you,” she whispered, voice shaking with lust and shame. *I’m wearing my sister’s lingerie while I fuck her husband. I’m completely ruined.*He carried her to their bedroom like she weighed nothing. The sight of Elena’s neatly made bed, her perfume lingering in the air, and the framed wedding photo on the nightstand sent a fresh wave of filthy guilt through Lila.Rhys threw her down on the bed, right in the middle of their marital sheets. He stripped quickly, his massive cock slapping against his abs, already leaking for her again.“Look at you,” he said, voice rough as he crawled over her. “Spreading your legs on your sister’s bed, wearing her clothes, dripping for the cock that belongs to her. You’re such a disgusting little homewrecker, aren’t you?”“Yes,” Lila moaned, pulling the slip up to expose her bare, soaked pussy. “I’m your

Elena Caldwell sipped her wine in the dimly lit penthouse, staring at the city lights sparkling below. Rhys had been “working late” again. The third time this week. She wasn’t stupid.She’d noticed the changes. The way he came home smelling faintly of another woman’s perfume — something cheap and sweet that definitely wasn’t hers. The marks on his neck he tried to hide with his collar. The way his cock stayed harder longer these days, like he was fucking someone who took him with desperate, greedy hunger.*Someone like my little sister.*The suspicion had been gnawing at her for days. Lila had been acting strange too — flushed cheeks when she visited, avoiding eye contact, wearing skirts shorter than usual. Elena had brushed it off at first. *No. Not Lila. Not with my husband.*But tonight, curiosity and a sick, twisted heat in her belly drove her to do something she never thought she would.She opened Rhys’s laptop.The security was laughably easy to bypass — he used the same passwor