All Chapters of ALL YOURS, DADDY: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

The pool lights glowed soft blue under the water.I showed up late the next evening on purpose. The team had already left. The deck was empty except for the low hum of the filters and the occasional drip from the diving board.Nolan was in his office when I walked in. He looked up from his desk. His eyes moved over me in my swimsuit. He didn’t say anything about the time.“Warm up,” he said.I dove in. The water wrapped around me, cool and familiar. I swam hard, pushing through laps until my arms burned. Every time I turned at the wall I saw him standing on the deck, watching.When I finally stopped at the shallow end he was already there, crouched down.“You’re tense,” he said. “Relax your shoulders.”I tried. He slid into the water beside me. The ripples from his body brushed against mine. We were close. Closer than coach and swimmer should be.“Like this,” he said. He placed his hand lightly on my upper back. Not pushing. Just guiding.I swam the length of the pool. When I came bac

I reached between us and pushed his shorts down. He helped, kicking them away. They floated somewhere behind us. My hand wrapped around him. Thick. Hot even in the cool water. I stroked him once and he bit my bottom lip.He yanked my suit to the side. His fingers slid through my folds and found me already wet, slicker than the water around us. He pushed two fingers inside without warning. I gasped against his mouth. The stretch felt so good I clenched around him.“Been thinking about this?” he asked, voice dark.“Every night.”He pumped his fingers slow and deep while his thumb circled my clit. The water made everything feel different — slower, heavier, the resistance turning every movement into something deliberate. I rode his hand, hips rolling, water splashing softly between us. My moans echoed off the high ceiling.He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock.The head nudged against me. Then he pushed in.The stretch was intense. Water made it easier but also differe

He pushed inside me in one smooth thrust. The stretch made me gasp. The hot water made everything feel more intense. He fucked me hard against the tiles. Each thrust sent water splashing between us. My legs wrapped tight around his waist. My arms around his neck.“Coach,” I moaned without thinking.His hips stuttered. “Say it again.”“Coach… fuck me hard and fast please.”He did. The water splashed up between us, hitting my chest and his face. Droplets ran down his jaw. I licked one off his skin and he cursed, fucking me even deeper. One of his hands slid between us and rubbed my clit in tight circles while he pounded into me. The combination was too much.I came hard, clenching around him, legs shaking in the water. My moan echoed off the tiles. He kept moving through it, drawing it out until I was whimpering.He didn’t stop.He pulled out, spun me around, and bent me over the edge of the pool. My upper body rested on the cool deck. My ass and legs stayed in the water. He pushed back

20-year-old virgin Nora is addicted to a mysterious spicy audio creator (deep voice, dominant scripts about "claiming untouched girls"). She masturbates nightly to his custom fantasies, imagining him talking her through her first time. Turns out he's her new anonymous roommate (arranged via app for cheap rent in a big city)...he recognizes her voice from her own secret audio comments or a glitchy call.*****NORAI locked my bedroom door, even though no one else was home. My hands were already shaking as I plugged in my headphones and hit play on the new audio. The file name was simple: “Claiming What’s Mine – Part 7.” My thighs pressed together on their own.His voice poured into my ears like warm honey and gravel. Deep. Slow. Commanding. Exactly the way I needed it.“You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you, little one?”I bit my lip so hard it hurt. My free hand slid straight under the waistband of my sleep shorts. I wasn’t wearing panties. I never did when I listened to him anymore

I woke up with my hand already between my legs.My fingers were sticky from last night, and my pussy felt swollen and sensitive like it had been used even though it hadn’t. The headphones were still tangled around my neck. I must’ve passed out listening to him again. The last thing I remembered was his voice telling me to keep two fingers inside myself and not come until he said so. I’d failed. I always failed when he got that low and rough.Sunlight was already cutting through the cheap blinds. My phone said 7:42 a.m. Theo was supposed to show up at nine. I had time, but my body didn’t care. It was still buzzing from everything I’d done to myself in the dark.I kicked the sheet off and spread my legs wider. My shorts were somewhere on the floor. I didn’t bother looking for them. Two fingers slid through my folds easily—still wet, still needy. I circled my clit slow at first, then faster, hips lifting off the mattress like they had a mind of their own.In my head it wasn’t my fingers.