All Chapters of ALL YOURS, DADDY: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

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281. Eat me...Make Me Cum With Your Tongue

Ivory I was drunk on it. The power. The way Sean’s big, strong body trembled beneath me even though he could have easily overpowered me if his hands weren’t locked above his head. My husband, my loving, possessive, always-in-control husband, was completely at my mercy, blindfolded, cuffed to our bed, cock so hard it looked painful. And I was loving every second of it.“Look at you,” I murmured, my voice low and husky as I straddled his waist again. My soaked pussy hovered just above his throbbing length, close enough for him to feel the heat radiating from me. “So fucking desperate already. Does it hurt, baby? Being this hard for me and not being able to do anything about it?”Sean yanked hard at the handcuffs, the metal rattling loudly against the headboard. A frustrated growl tore from his throat. “Ivory… fuck. Please. I need you. I’m so goddamn hard it aches.”I smiled, slow and wicked, even though he couldn’t see it. I loved this — the way his muscles flexed, the sheen of sweat a

282. EDGING AND TEASING MY HUSBAND

His tongue was the first thing that touched me.The second I lowered my dripping pussy onto Sean’s waiting mouth, he latched on like a man who’d been starving for days. No hesitation. No gentle teasing. Just pure, greedy hunger. His lips sealed around my swollen clit and he sucked hard, tongue flicking wildly, devouring every drop of my arousal like it was the only thing keeping him alive.“Fuck—Sean!” I cried out, my hands flying to the headboard for support. The blindfold and cuffs had him completely at my mercy, but the way he ate me was anything but submissive. He was ravenous. Desperate. His tongue thrust deep into my hole, fucking me with it, then dragged back up to swirl around my clit in messy, filthy circles. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room — loud slurping, his muffled groans vibrating against my folds, my own broken moans echoing off the walls.I was soaking his face. My juices ran down his chin, over his stubble, dripping onto the sheets. He kept thrusting his hips up us

283. BDSM WITH MY WIFE

Sean’s POVI’d rather die than let another man touch my wife.That thought had been burning in my head like a brand since the moment Ivory laid out her ultimatum. Open marriage? The words alone made my stomach twist into knots. The idea of some other bastard’s hands on her body, his cock inside her, hearing her moan for someone else… it made me want to put my fist through a wall. I love this woman more than air. She’s my everything — my best friend, my safe place, the only person who’s ever made me feel like I could be soft and still be a man.But she was unhappy. *Really* unhappy. Months of it, she said. And I’d been too blind, too comfortable, to notice. That cut deeper than anything.So when she gave me the choice, I picked this. Submission. Letting her take control. Handcuffs. Blindfold. All of it. Because the alternative was losing her, and I’d burn the whole world down before I let that happen.Now here I was...wrists locked above my head, eyes covered in soft black fabric, com

284. BDSM WITH MY WIFE 2

Sean’s POVThe second the blindfold came off, the sight of her nearly broke me.Ivory lay beneath me, wrists cuffed to the headboard exactly as she’d done to me minutes earlier, her beautiful face flushed deep red, lips parted on a gasp, eyes wide with shock and raw, desperate lust. Her full tits heaved with every ragged breath, nipples tight and begging. Her legs were still wrapped around my waist, her soaked pussy clenching greedily around my cock like it never wanted to let go.*Mine.*The word roared through my veins like fire. I’d submitted for her. I’d let her cuff me, blindfold me, tease me until I was out of my fucking mind. But the moment I broke free, something primal inside me snapped. I loved this woman more than life itself. And right now, I needed to remind her exactly who she belonged to.“Sean—” she started, voice breathless.I cut her off with a deep, punishing thrust that made the headboard slam against the wall. She cried out, back arching, her cuffed wrists rattlin

285. FUCKING MY EX HUSBAND'S BROTHER?

ARIA;I was still tasting the bitterness of my divorce when I saw him again.Damon.My ex-husband’s older brother. The one man I was never supposed to want. The one who had always looked at me like I was a secret he was dying to keep.It had been six months since the papers were signed. Six months since Marcus and I had finally admitted we were better apart than together. The divorce was clean on paper, but messy in my chest — nights spent wondering if I’d ever feel truly wanted again. My vibrator had become my best friend, but it wasn’t enough. I needed hands. Teeth. A man who looked at me like he’d burn the world down just to fuck me properly.And now, here was Damon, standing in the doorway of my new apartment like he owned the place.“Marcus asked me to drop off the rest of your things,” he said, voice low and rough, carrying that familiar architectural precision that made everything sound like a command. He was holding a cardboard box, but his eyes weren’t on it. They were on me

286. FUCKING MY EX HUSBAND'S BROTHER 2

I arched into him, my fingers tightening in his hair, but something in my chest tightened too. The guilt. The reality of who he was. I wasn’t ready to feel cheap. Not yet. Not like this.“Wait,” I breathed, gently pushing at his shoulders. My voice was shaky, my body screaming at me to let him keep going. “Damon… stop. I can’t. Not like this. Not right now.”He pulled back immediately, breathing hard, eyes dark with lust and confusion. His lips were swollen from our kiss, his cock still straining obscenely against his pants. “Aria… talk to me. What’s wrong?”I tugged my shirt back down, suddenly self-conscious, even though my nipples were still tight and aching. My pussy was throbbing, soaked and empty. I wanted him so badly it hurt. But jumping straight into this felt wrong. Like I was just the rebound. The forbidden fruit he’d always wanted but never had.“I just… I don’t want to be the girl who fucks her ex-husband’s brother five minutes after he walks through the door,” I admitted

287. I Want You In My Bed

ARIAThe next few days were torture.Damon texted me the morning after he left my apartment. Simple. Direct. *Tomorrow night. My place. 8 PM. No pressure.* I stared at the message for twenty minutes before replying with a single word: *Okay.*I spent the whole day nervous, changing my outfit three times, shaving everything, putting on the kind of lace underwear I hadn’t worn since the honeymoon phase with Marcus. By the time I pulled up to his sleek modern house on the edge of the city, my hands were shaking on the steering wheel.He opened the door before I could even knock.Damon stood there in a dark gray button-down, sleeves rolled up, looking like sin wrapped in expensive fabric. His eyes dragged over me slowly — the simple black dress that hugged my curves, the way my hair fell loose over my shoulders. No words at first. Just that heavy, loaded stare that made my thighs press together.“Come in,” he said, voice low.The house smelled like him — woodsy cologne, fresh coffee, some

288. Fucking My Husband's Brother

He stood up, lifting me with him like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me down the hall to his bedroom. The room was masculine and clean — dark wood, big bed, city lights glowing through the windows. He laid me down gently, then climbed over me, kissing me again.This kiss was slower. Deeper. His tongue stroked mine like he was savoring me. One of his hands slid up my thigh, pushing my dress higher, fingers brushing the edge of my lace panties. I arched into him, needy and aching.“Damon… please,” I whispered.He groaned, kissing down my neck, sucking lightly at my pulse point. “Tell me what you need, Aria. I’ve waited so long. I want to hear it.”I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. “I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me like you mean it. Like I’m yours.”His eyes darkened. He sat back and pulled my dress up and off in one smooth motion, leaving me in just my black lace bra and panties. His gaze raked over me hungrily.“Jesus Ch

289. Sex With My Husband's Brother

He pushed inside me slowly, inch by thick inch, and my breath caught in my throat.The stretch was everything. Damon was big — thicker than I’d expected, filling me so completely that for a second I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Just feel. The burn was sharp at first, then melted into this deep, aching fullness that made my toes curl against the sheets. I could feel every ridge, every vein as he sank deeper, my walls fluttering around him, trying to adjust.“Fuck, Aria,” he groaned, forehead pressed to mine. His voice was rough, strained, like it was taking everything in him not to thrust hard. “You’re so tight. So fucking perfect.”I whimpered, my hands sliding up his back, nails digging into his skin as he bottomed out. He stayed there for a long moment, buried to the hilt, letting me feel all of him. The weight of his body on mine, the heat of his skin, the way his cock throbbed inside me — it was overwhelming in the best way. I felt claimed. Wanted. Like every inch of me was fi

290. Risky Sex With My Husband's Brother

The morning after, I woke up tangled in Damon’s sheets, his arm heavy around my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. My body ached in the best way — thighs sore, pussy still tender and slick from how many times he’d taken me during the night. I could feel the evidence of him between my legs, sticky and warm, a constant reminder that I’d crossed a line I could never uncross.I turned in his arms and found him already awake, watching me with those intense hazel eyes. No regret. Just heat. Possession. Something deeper that made my stomach flutter.“Morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. His hand slid down my side, cupping my ass and pulling me closer. His cock was already half-hard against my thigh.“Morning,” I whispered back, kissing him softly. The kiss quickly deepened, his tongue sliding against mine, his hand squeezing my ass harder. I moaned into his mouth, my body responding instantly, wetness pooling between my thighs again.He rolled me onto my back, sett

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