Forbidden Daddy Desires: Steamy MM のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my jeans and my boxers, pulling them down in one swift, deliberate motion. My cock sprang free, slapping against my stomach with a wet sound. I was completely naked, completely exposed, completely at his mercy. The cool air of the room felt good against my overheated skin. He stepped back, his eyes dark and unreadable as he looked me over. He was still fully dressed, a fact that was both humiliating and incredibly arousing. I was the one who was naked, the one who was vulnerable, the one who was about to be fucked. “On your knees,” he commanded, his voice a low, authoritative growl that left no room for disobedience. I obeyed, my legs trembling so badly I was surprised they could hold me up. I sank to my knees on the hard, wooden floor, the impact jarring my bones. I was at eye level with his crotch, and I could see the thick, hard line of his cock straining against the denim of his jeans. It looked huge, a formidable ridge of fabric that pro

He gave me a moment to adjust, his hands gripping my hips, his thumbs stroking the skin just above my ass. Then, he started to move. His rhythm was punishing. Hard, deep thrusts that knocked the air out of my lungs, that made the sofa scrape against the floor with every movement. He was fucking me like he owned me, like he was trying to erase every other man who had ever touched me, to replace them all with the memory of him. The room was filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, with my broken moans and his low, guttural grunts. It was nasty. It was primal. It was the most intensely erotic thing I had ever experienced. “You’re so tight,” he growled, his voice a low, degrading taunt that made my cock throb with need. “So much tighter than my useless son ever was. He’s a sloppy fuck, a lazy fuck. But you… you’re a good little slut, aren’t you? You take Daddy’s cock so well.” His words were a degrading, humiliating poison, but they were also the most erotic thing I had

I heard the sound of a foil packet being torn open. A condom. Of course. A moment of disappointment pricked at me, but it was quickly replaced by anticipation. But then, I heard something else. The sound of the foil packet being tossed into the trash. My heart stopped. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice a hoarse, panicked whisper. “I’m going to breed you,” he growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble that vibrated through my entire body. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, so you remember who you belong to. So you remember who your Daddy is. Every time you feel my cum leaking out of you, you’ll remember this. You’ll remember me.” He drizzled lube over my hole, his fingers working it in, stretching me, preparing me. And then, I felt the blunt, bare head of his cock press against my entrance. The feeling was different, more intense, more intimate. Skin on skin. “Are you on the pill?” he asked, his voice a low, serious question. “No,” I whispered, my heart pounding with a m

The taste of him was overwhelming, a cocktail of expensive cologne, salt, and raw, masculine power. I worked my tongue around the head of his cock, swirling and sucking as I looked up at him through my lashes, exactly the way he’d accused me of doing in class. But this wasn't a crowded lecture hall. This was his private sanctuary, and I was finally getting exactly what I had spent months aching for. Professor Thorne let out a low, vibrating growl that I felt more than I heard. His hand tightened in my hair, his knuckles grinding against my scalp. He wasn't gentle. He didn't have to be. I had already surrendered every right to gentleness the moment I called him "Daddy." "Use your hands, Liam," he commanded, his voice thick with a hunger he no longer tried to hide. "I want to feel every inch of your desperation. Wrap those fingers around me and show me how much you need this grade." I obeyed instantly, my hands sliding down to grip the base of him. He was so thick my fingers barely me

The handle turned with a slow, agonizing creak. My heart didn't just stop; it seemed to shrivel in my chest. I was bent over the desk, my trousers around my ankles, my skin still glistening with the evidence of my failure and my pleasure. Professor Thorne stood barely two feet away, the remote for the vibration toy still clutched in his hand, his expression cooling back into that terrifying, professional mask. "One second, Arthur!" Thorne’s voice rang out, perfectly steady, perfectly academic. It was the voice of a man who had never done a single wrong thing in his life. I scrambled, my hands shaking so violently I could barely grip my jeans. I shoved them up, ignoring the way the fabric chafed against my sensitive, raw skin. I didn't have time for boxers; I just hauled the denim up and buttoned it as Thorne stepped toward the door, his massive frame blocking the view of the desk. "I’m just finishing up a private consultation with a struggling student," Thorne continued, his tone bo