All Chapters of All… For My Daddies! : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Damon. The door burst open and Alex stood there, rubbing his eyes, homework book in hand. Panic surged in my chest. I spun away, tucking my throbbing cock back into my pants, the edge of release slipping away like sand. "Just a minute, buddy," I managed, voice strained. My heart hammered, not just from the near-miss, but from the frustration of my ritual being interrupted. I glanced back at the window. Helena was still going, oblivious, her body writhing toward climax. Fuck. I wanted to finish, to spill while watching her shatter. But Alex tugged at my sleeve. "It's math, Dad. I don't get it." Sighing, I closed the curtains, the image of her burned into my brain. Later, I'd replay it, stroke myself to completion in the shower, imagining her throat full of my cock, swallowing every drop. That night, as Sarah slipped into bed beside me, smelling of hospital antiseptic, I turned away. My mind was next door, with Helena. Dreaming of the day I'd pin her down, and fuck her until she

Damon.Her hands slid up my chest, nails digging in hard enough to leave marks, sending electric sparks straight to my cock.I backed her against the counter, lifting her with rough hands under her thighs until her ass perched right on the edge.The sundress rode up in one fluid motion, bunching around her waist, exposing those long, caramel legs spread wide for me.God, there was no more teasing.No more fantasies from the shadows.This was real, her heat radiating against my palm, her scent already thick in the air, musky and sweet and fucking addictive.I broke the kiss, dragging my mouth down her throat, my teeth scraping, sucking hard enough to bruise.She gasped, head tipping back, exposing more skin for me to mark.“Damon,” she breathed, the sound of my name on her lips like pure fucking sin, shaky and needy.“Helena,” I growled against her pulse, biting down just enough to make her whimper.My hands were everywhere, cupping one full breast through the thin fabric, thumb and

Damon. Helena’s scream ripped through the kitchen like the sound of a woman finally getting what she’d been aching for and I followed suit because I was getting what I finally needed too. Her pussy clenched around my cock like it was trying to suck the life out of me, hot, wet, and so fucking tight I saw stars.“Shit,” I groaned, my hands moving from her hair to hips holding it hard enough to bruise. I drew back my cock until only the head remained then slammed it back in again.Her fat caramel ass jiggled with the impact, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the kitchen like gunfire.She was tighter than I’d ever imagined from my window vigils, her cream immediately coating my shaft, dripping down to soak my balls.“Fuuuuuck Damon, your cock is splitting me open!” She cried, her palms flat on the counter, back arched as she pushed back, greedy for every veined inch of me.“Ah fuck.” if I wasn’t careful I’d be coming in two seconds.My hands moved again to the front of he

Damon. She did—violently. Her pussy sprayed around the dildo, soaking the sheets, asshole clenching so hard I came almost immediately. Unloading deep in her ass, pulse after pulse, grunting and panting. I pulled out to watch my cum leak from the hole while the dildo still buzzed inside her.She bit into the apple and spat it out. “Untie me. I want to fuck you, Damon.”I took out the dildo and untied her and she jumped on me. A startled sound escaped from my mouth before she covered it with hers and locked her pussy onto my dick.Fucking hell.We tumbled to the floor and Helena proceeded to ride me into oblivion. I couldn’t comprehend all the words coming out of my mouth or what my hands were doing. Nothing else mattered but her pussy and how well she knew how to ride dick.We fucked on the floor, against the wall, in the walk-in closet. Helena pulled me every which way and I went panting and moaning and barely hanging on for the ride. I sucked her nipples mindlessly, licked he

Damon. After the weekend, I dragged myself back to reality like a man crawling out of a fever dream. My body ached in the best ways, my muscles sore, my cock limp and spent, my mind permanently changed by the sweet fuck fest.Sarah and Alex came back home Sunday night, all smiles and stories about grandparents, while I nodded along, my mind replaying every filthy moment with Helena.It was burned into my brain at this point, her pussy squirting on my face in the shower, her ass clenching around my cock in the backyard, her mouth stuffed with that dildo while I railed her from behind. I'd come so many times I thought I'd run dry, but one whiff of her scent lingering on my skin, and I was hard again.Monday morning hit me like a cold shower and it was back to work and watching Helena through a window and pretending that I didn’t just have the best weekend of my life.Sarah bustled around the kitchen, packing lunches for herself and Alex, while I pretended to check emails at the ta