All Chapters of ALL YOURS, DADDY: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

VICTOR’S POVI watched her sleep between us and something dark twisted in my chest. Madison. Nineteen years old. My wife’s daughter. The girl I was supposed to use for one year to settle a debt. Now I couldn’t imagine letting her go.Her lips were still swollen from last night. Bite marks on her neck. Cum dried on her thighs even after we cleaned her. She looked ruined. Perfect. Ours.Ryker was out cold on her other side, arm thrown over her waist like he’d kill anyone who tried to take her. Good. My son and I didn’t always agree on everything, but on this? We were locked in.My cock hardened again just looking at her. I’d fucked her raw multiple times yesterday — at Marco’s place, in the car, in our bed — and I still wanted more. Needed more. The deal was supposed to be business. Cold. Simple. Wipe the debt, use the girl, send her back when the year ended. That plan was dead.I slid my hand between her legs. She was still wet. Sticky with us. Her pussy lips were puffy and sensitive

I shouldn’t have worn the short skirt.The second I pushed open the heavy door to the lecture hall, every pair of eyes swung toward me. Including his.Professor Lucian Vale stood at the front of the room, one hand resting on the old wooden podium, the other holding a piece of chalk like it was a weapon. His gaze locked on mine and didn’t let go. Dark. Sharp. Like he’d already decided something about me and was just waiting to see if I’d fight it.My stomach dropped. Heat rushed straight between my legs so fast I had to press my thighs together right there in the doorway. I was twenty minutes late on the first day. The room was packed. And he was looking at me like I was already late for something else entirely.I slid into the back row, trying to make myself small. My black skirt rode up when I sat. The thin white blouse I’d picked because it looked innocent suddenly felt see-through under the harsh lights. I crossed my arms over my chest, but it was too late. My nipples were already

I did.The lock clicked when he turned it.The sound was loud in the quiet room.His office smelled like old books and leather and that same dark cologne. There was a big wooden desk, two leather chairs, and shelves lining every wall. No windows. Just the three of us and the heavy silence.Professor Vale walked behind his desk but didn’t sit. He just looked at me. Really looked. Like he was memorizing every inch.“Take off your coat.”My fingers fumbled with the buttons. I shrugged it off and held it in front of me like a shield.“Drop it.”I let it fall to the floor.Elias pushed off the desk and came closer. He circled me slowly. I could feel his eyes on my ass, my breasts, the way my breathing had gone shallow.Professor Vale’s voice was calm. Controlled. “Do you understand what this society is, Violet?”I shook my head. My voice wouldn’t work.“It’s not a club,” he said. “It’s not a game. It’s a place where certain rules are followed without question. Where power is given and take

I leaned forward eagerly. Elias kept his fingers moving inside me as I wrapped my lips around the head of Lucian’s cock. He tasted salty and masculine. I took him deeper, swirling my tongue, hollowing my cheeks.“Fuck,” Lucian hissed. His hand fisted in my hair, guiding me but not forcing. Not yet. “Just like that. Show me how badly you want to be ours.”Elias added a third finger. I moaned around Lucian’s cock. The stretch burned so good. My juices were running down his hand. I could hear it. I was losing my mind.They worked me together. Lucian fucking my mouth in slow, deep strokes. Elias finger-fucking my pussy from behind, his thumb rubbing my clit every few thrusts. I was trapped between them, used and loving every second of it.My thighs shook. I was so close.Lucian pulled out of my mouth suddenly. I gasped for air, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock.“Not yet,” he said again, breathing hard. “Stand up.”Elias pulled his fingers out. I whimpered at the loss. He hel

The next day dragged like torture.I walked around campus with their cum still dried on my skin from last night. No panties. Every step reminded me. The ache between my legs. The way my pussy felt used and full even hours later. I sat through my morning classes squirming in my seat, pressing my thighs together every time I remembered Lucian’s thick cock stretching me or Elias groaning my name while he came on my ass.By afternoon I was a mess. Wet again. Distracted. My roommate asked if I was okay. I lied and said I was just tired from the new semester. She had no idea I was thinking about two men old enough to be — well, not my dad, but definitely not guys a twenty-year-old freshman should be fucking in a professor’s office.When night finally came, I dressed carefully. Short black dress. No bra. The same ruined panties from yesterday tucked into my bag like some sick souvenir. My hands shook as I left the dorm and followed the instructions Lucian had texted me right before I left hi