All Chapters of ALL YOURS, DADDY: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

The call with Marcus ended, but the echo of his voice still hung in the air like smoke.Damon stayed buried deep inside me, his cock twitching as the last of his cum leaked out. I was a mess — flushed, trembling, my pussy still pulsing around him, full of him. The guilt hit me like a wave, but it was drowned out by the heat, the thrill, the way my body was still humming from how hard he’d just fucked me while talking to my ex-husband.“You’re insane,” I whispered, half-laughing, half-terrified. “What if he heard?”Damon kissed me slow and deep, his hand sliding up to cup my breast, thumb brushing my nipple. “He didn’t. And even if he did… I don’t care anymore.” His voice was rough, possessive. “You’re not his. You’re mine now.”He started moving again — slow, lazy thrusts, like he couldn’t bear to pull out. I moaned softly, my legs wrapping tighter around him. Every slide of his thick cock sent sparks through me, my oversensitive walls fluttering around him.“Damon… we just finished,”

The elevator ride up to Viktor’s penthouse was silent except for the soft hum of the machine and the sound of my own heartbeat in my ears.He stood beside me, tall and imposing, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back. Not possessive. Not yet. Just… there. A reminder that this was real. The contract was signed. I was his wife now, at least on paper.The doors opened directly into the penthouse, and I stepped out, trying not to gape. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering city lights. Dark wood and sleek modern furniture made the space feel masculine and expensive. It smelled like him — that same dark, woodsy cologne that had wrapped around me in the conference room.“Home,” Viktor said simply, closing the doors behind us. His voice was low, calm, but there was an undercurrent to it that made my skin prickle.I walked further into the living room, my heels clicking on the marble floor. “It’s beautiful.”He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he watched me. I could f

He pushed inside me slowly, inch by thick inch, and the world narrowed to just this — the stretch, the fullness, the way my body opened for him like it had been waiting for this exact moment.I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he filled me. Viktor was big. Thicker than I’d expected, longer, the head of his cock pressing deep until I felt him in places I didn’t even know existed. The burn was sharp at first, a delicious sting that made my breath catch, but then it melted into this deep, aching pleasure that had my toes curling against the sheets.“Fuck, Yvonne,” 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 legs wrapping tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper. 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 —

Marcus exhaled sharply. Then he stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt. My eyes followed every movement. Broad chest, hard abs, that V-line disappearing into his pants. When he unzipped and pulled his cock out, I moaned.It was even bigger in real life. Thick, veined, the head already shiny with precum.“Come here,” he said.I crawled to the edge of the bed on shaky knees. Up close, his cock looked huge. Intimidating. Perfect.“Open your mouth.”I did. He rested the heavy head on my tongue. Salty. Warm. I swirled my tongue around it, tasting him, and his hand came down to grip my hair.“That’s it. Just like that. Good girl.”The praise made me melt. I took more of him, sucking sloppily, spit already dripping down my chin. I’d watched enough of his videos to know what he liked—messy, eager, eyes looking up. I gave him that. Bobbed my head faster, taking him deeper until I gagged.Marcus groaned. “Fuck, Madison. Your throat feels even better than I imagined.”He imagined this too? T

I did. He stroked his cock fast, aiming at my face. Thick ropes of cum shot across my tongue, my cheeks, my tits. I swallowed what landed in my mouth, then scooped more off my skin and licked my fingers clean while he watched.“Perfect,” he said, breathing hard. He leaned down and kissed me messy, tasting himself on my tongue.We stayed in bed for a while after, his arm around me. His fingers traced lazy circles on my shoulder. For a minute it felt almost normal. Like a real couple.But it wasn’t normal. Mom could come home any time.“What now?” I asked quietly.Marcus looked at me. “Now we’re careful. Your mom can’t know. Not yet.”The “not yet” sent a thrill through me. He was already thinking about more.He got up and pulled on sweatpants. His cock still looked heavy even soft. “Shower with me.”In the bathroom, steam filled the big glass stall. Marcus washed me first, soapy hands sliding over my tits, between my legs, cleaning his dried cum off my skin. Then I washed him. I took e