All Chapters of All… For My Daddies! : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Joan.“Oh Daddy, please cum… cum into my filthy mouth,” I begged shamelessly, my voice muffled and wet around his thick cock. “I want to taste you… I want you to fill my throat like the dirty slut I am for you. Please, Daddy… I’ve been starving for your cum.”I was begging like a good girl. Like the perfect, obedient wife to his son. Like the desperate whore who had craved her father-in-law’s cock for months while her husband left her hungry and unsatisfied every single night.My hand pumped the base of his massive shaft while I sucked harder, drooling all over him, my other hand rubbing my clit violently between my spread legs. I was dripping messily onto the floor.My pussy clenching with every thrust of my fingers as I chased my own orgasm.“You want Daddy to cum for you, right down that greedy little throat, huh?” Noah growled, stroking his cock alongside my hand, his voice dark and commanding. “You want to swallow every drop like the filthy daughter-in-law you are? You’ve been

Joan.“You are such a good girl for Daddy,” Noah growled against my skin, his voice thick with lust. “Such a filthy, eager little slut. James never took care of you properly, did he? Never ate this sweet pussy the way it deserves. Never made you scream and beg like the desperate whore you really are.”His mouth trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my chest, tongue rolling around one hardened nipple before switching to the other, sucking hard enough to make me arch and whimper. He bit down gently, then soothed the sting with slow licks, sending sparks straight to my clit. The kisses continued lower, over my stomach, dipping into my navel, making my muscles twitch with anticipation.When he finally reached my pussy, he pressed soft kisses around my curly mound, teasing me. I was already a dripping mess, my thighs slick with my juices and his earlier cum.“Daddy… please…” I whimpered, hips lifting desperately.He didn’t make me wait long.His hands gripped my thighs and spread them w

Chelsea.It was Christmas, and the only thing I wanted more than anything was a Christmas Cock.I kept repeating it like a dirty little mantra in my head, a filthy prayer I couldn’t stop whispering as I sat in the passenger seat of Sheela’s car, my thighs clenched so tightly together I was sure she could hear the wetness between them. My best friend was right beside me, completely unaware that I was losing my mind thinking about fucking her father.Roman.God… just his name made my pussy throb.It was the worst kind of betrayal. A bomb waiting to explode right in the middle of our friendship, ready to blow everything apart. But my cunt didn’t give a single fuck about loyalty. It only cared about one thing — getting absolutely ruined by the man who was twice my age.Roman was commanding in every way. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that salt-and-pepper hair that made him look like pure authority. His voice alone could make me drip. The way he carried himself, the way his eyes linger

Chelsea.It was late.The house was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that made every small sound feel sinful. I had quickly changed into a short, silky nightwear gown that barely reached the top of my thighs. No bra. No panties. Just smooth skin and growing wetness.I had no real reason to go downstairs. God, I swore I didn’t. Except the only reason was Roman.Sheela had left for the party almost an hour ago, which meant it was only me and her father alone in this big, empty house. Roman, who had refused to come downstairs all evening, buried in his work, completely unaware that his daughter had gone out to get fucked by some stranger… while I stayed behind, throbbing violently for him. For his cock. For his mouth. For him to finally destroy me.His bedroom was right beside Sheela’s. How could he not have heard me when I slipped my hand into my panties earlier? How could he not have heard the soft, slutty moans I tried to muffle while I writhed and whimpered like a bitch in he

Chelsea.I should be hating myself for doing this. I should be slapping my own face, calling myself a disgusting whore for spreading my filthy legs like this in my best friend’s kitchen, on her father’s chair. I should be cursing under my breath for being so wet, so dripping, so shamelessly leaking like a little cumslut for a man twice my age.But I wasn’t sorry.Not even a little.What was sorry when Roman was right there on his knees in front of me, his big, strong hands spreading my thighs so wide they ached, hanging them over his broad shoulders like I was nothing but a meal for him to devour. His hungry blue eyes were locked on my soaked, creamy pussy, dark with raw lust. And the only thing I wanted in this moment was for him to take. Take all of me. Take everything. Claim his daughter’s best friend like the dirty little secret I was.“You’re such a dirty little girl, huh?” he growled, his voice low and rough as sin.Then he dragged his thick, hot tongue slowly from the ba