บททั้งหมดของ HER FORBIDDEN DADDIES: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

I'm ovulating.I know this because my body has been screaming at me all day — that deep, primal ache in my lower belly that makes me want to fuck anything with a pulse. My nipples have been hard since I woke up. My panties have been soaked through since noon. I've been squirming at my desk for eight hours, pressing my thighs together, trying to focus on spreadsheets when all I can think about is being bent over and bred.

He makes a sound that's almost a growl, and then he's carrying me to the bed, throwing me down on the mattress so hard I bounce. He tears off the rest of my clothes — my skirt ripped down my legs, my soaked panties shredded and tossed aside.I'm naked beneath him, spread out on his bed, my pussy dripping onto his sheets, my nipples hard and aching."Look at you," he murmurs, his eyes raking over every inch of my exposed flesh. "So fucking desperate. So ready to be filled. This cunt is dripping, Mia. Making a mess on my sheets already."He leans down and spits directly onto my pussy. The warm glob lands on my swollen clit and drips down

"He has a key. He comes by sometimes when—"The bedroom door swings open.And there, standing in the doorway, is my ex-boyfriend.Ryan's eyes sweep the room — taking in his brother's naked body, my naked body, the tangled sheets stained with cum and sweat, the obvious evidence of what we've been doing. His face goes white, then red, then a shade of purple I've never seen before."What. The. Fuck."Damien doesn't move to cover me. Doesn't move at all. Just

I haven't been touched in eleven months.Eleven months since David packed his bags and told me he "needed space to find himself." Eleven months since I watched him drive away in the car we bought together, toward the apartment of the twenty-three-year-old yoga instructor he'd been fucking for six months. Eleven months since I curled up on the bathroom floor and sobbed until I couldn't breathe.I'm over him now. Mostly. The anger has faded to a dull ache, and the ache has faded to... nothing, really. Just emptiness. Just this hollow space where desire used to live.I can't remember the last time I felt aroused. Can't remember the last time I

I feel liquid gush from between my legs, soaking Julian's hand, the table beneath me. I'm squirting, I realize with distant shock. I'm actually squirting, something I thought only happened in porn, something I never believed my body could do."There it is," Julian murmurs, his fingers still moving, coaxing more liquid from my spasming pussy. "Let it out. Let go of everything. Give me all of it."I gush again, and again, wave after wave of release that seems to have no end. The orgasm goes on for what feels like minutes — longer than any orgasm I've ever had — until finally, finally, it begins to ebb, leaving me trembling and boneless on the table.