Lahat ng Kabanata ng All… For My Daddies! : Kabanata 231 - Kabanata 240

Hailey. He bit down on my lower lip, hard enough that a bead of blood bloomed, sharp and coppery.
 Before I could gasp, his mouth sealed over the wound, sucking slow, deliberate, tongue lapping the blood like it was the sweetest wine.
 The sting melted into fire; my knees buckled. Then he deepened the kiss, claiming every corner of my mouth, tongue rolling against mine in slow, filthy strokes that stole my breath and left me dizzy.
 His hand cupped my jaw, thumb pressing the spot he’d just bitten, keeping the ache alive. “You’re so wet, Hailey,” he rasped against my lips, voice rough with hunger. “No panties… all this slick just for me?”
 His palm slid lower, cupping my bare pussy, fingers gliding through the mess I’d made.
 “Don’t think I haven’t noticed your little obsession with your sister’s husband.
Last summer at the pool… I saw you. Couldn’t take your eyes off my cock, could you? You like the forbidden, don’t you?” Shame slammed into me like ice water, but his mouth w

Hailey. He didn’t let me stay on my back for long. “Turn around,” he ordered, voice thick with command. I obeyed instantly, rolling onto my stomach, heart hammering against the mattress.
 Before I could push up, his strong hands snaked around my hips, yanking me upward until I was on all fours, knees sinking into the sheets, ass high and exposed.
 The position left me completely vulnerable, thighs trembling, pussy dripping openly. He knelt behind me, the heat of his body radiating against my skin.
 The first smack landed hard on my right cheek, sharp crack echoing through the room.
 I yelped, the sting blooming instant and fierce. Another smack, left cheek this time, harder.
He growled low, the sound primal, as my flesh jiggled under his palm. “Fuck, look at this ass,” he rasped, delivering two more quick slaps, alternating sides, each one making me jolt forward, pussy clenching hard. Then he lowered his head. His face smeared between my cheeks, nose pressing deep as he i

Lila.My pussy throbbed the instant Eunice, my best friend, flashed her fiancé’s photos on her phone. His chiseled jaw and piercing eyes stared back like a promise.She gushed endlessly—how handsome he was, the way his broad shoulders filled a suit, his deep voice commanding attention. But when she delved into their sex life, describing his thick cock stretching her, pounding deep until she screamed, my core ignited. Heat flooded between my thighs, my clit swelling and pulsing with every filthy detail she spilled.I shifted on the couch, thighs clenching, but it wasn’t enough. My pussy clenched empty, aching, slickness soaking my panties as she painted vivid scenes of him pinning her down, thrusting relentless, filling her completely.I couldn’t hold back.My hand slipped under my skirt, fingers diving into my drenched folds, circling my throbbing clit in frantic strokes. She kept talking—his stamina, how he made her cum multiple times, his cum dripping from her—and my breaths grew

Lila.I crawled across the mattress toward him, my knees sinking into the soft fabric, heart pounding with a mix of nerves and raw need.Damon’s eyes locked on me, dark and hungry, a smirk playing on his lips.“Such a good little girl, aren’t you?” he said. His hands slapped both my thighs sharp and stinging as I straddled his face, spreading my legs wide.The smack echoed, heat flaring across my skin and making my pussy clench harder. His fingers found the rope lace cinching my gown around my chest and tugged it loose with rough pulls.“I want these off… I want to see how beautiful those tits are,” he grunted, voice thick with lust, yanking the fabric free.My breasts sprang out, heavy and aching, nipples hard from the cool air and his gaze. Leaning forward, my face inches from his, they brushed his cheeks, teasing his lips.He reached up, mouth latching onto one nipple and sucking hard. His tongue swirled the peak while his teeth grazed just enough to spark pain-pleasure.I had ne

Molly.I had been in love with my stepbrother Jason since the day Mom married his dad and we moved into their massive house in Nashville. I wanted him so badly it hurt. My body throbbed every time I thought of him. I fantasized about his face buried between my thighs, his tongue licking my clit and sucking my folds until I screamed. I imagined his strong hands spreading my legs wide, his lips slurping my wetness, making me come so hard I could barely walk afterward. But Jason barely noticed me. We hardly spoke—he remained cold and distant, as if I didn’t exist. Ever since we moved in, Jason had become a ghost in the house. He focused only on work, leaving early and returning late, then vanishing into his room upstairs. I had never been inside it, though I ached to explore. The only glimpse I caught came one afternoon when I passed by on the way to the storeroom two doors down. His door stood cracked open, and I saw him peeling off his shirt, then his sweatpants. His abs were c