Lahat ng Kabanata ng All… For My Daddies! : Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

His tongue flicked around my clit, quick and relentless. Hot breath fanned across my soaked folds, making my core burn with need. Every exhale sent fresh waves of heat through me while my juices dripped down his chin. He devoured me like a man starved. I moaned loudly, back arching off the vanity. My legs trembled on his shoulders, toes curling tight. He sucked a mouthful of my wetness into his mouth, slurping loudly. The filthy sound filled the room. His hands gripped my thighs so hard his fingers dug into my skin, as if he feared I might try to escape. But I had no intention of going anywhere. I wanted this—every stroke of his tongue worshipping my cunt, licking me clean, claiming my pussy as his. His left hand slid upward, tracing over my stomach before cupping my breast. He squeezed roughly, his palm covering the soft flesh completely. Then he pinched my nipple, twisting it until I gasped. Sharp pleasure mixed with pain, and my walls clenched hard. He looked up suddenly, eyes

Cassie. I didn’t know if it was wrong to feel that way, but my body had become its own universe, heat pooling between my thighs and growing hotter every damn day.Alone in my room, I couldn’t stop myself. My fingers slipped into my pussy, thrusting deeper and harder as I chased that elusive edge. I pinched my nipples until they burned, twisting them until the ache spread through me. I fucked myself frantic with my hand, but it was never enough.I was eighteen. I shouldn’t have been this desperate, this filthy. My brain screamed that it was wrong, yet my body betrayed every moral I had, craving skin, touch—him.Ever since Dad assigned Dante as my bodyguard, the ache had only grown worse. I bought vibrators and dildos in every size—thick, veined, buzzing monsters—but they were hollow substitutes.My pussy ached for Dante’s cock. I wanted to swallow him whole, to feel him stretch and ruin me instead of cold silicone.“Oh my god, Cassie… is that your new bodyguard?” Mimi whispered as we

Cassie. “Fuck… Dante…” I yelped, the sound ripping from my throat as he thrust two thick fingers in and out of my dripping pussy. He curled them hard against my front wall, hitting that perfect spot until stars exploded behind my eyes.The hood’s metal warmed under my back, but his fingers felt like fire—pumping relentlessly, knuckles dragging along my slick walls. Saliva and juices squelched obscenely with every plunge.My hips bucked wildly, chasing his rhythm while my thighs quivered in his iron grip.He yanked them out suddenly, leaving me empty and whining, my pussy clenching desperately around nothing.Before I could beg, he lowered his head. His hands clamped my thighs wider, spreading me open like a feast.His tongue dragged flat and slow up my slit—hot, wet pressure that sent shocks racing through my core.“Oh yes! Yeah… right there, please don’t stop…” I moaned, voice breaking. My fingers scraped across the hood for something to hold onto as pleasure coiled tighter inside m

Cassie. I twisted my head over my shoulder, my breath hitching as Dante’s zipper rasped open—slow and deliberate. He didn’t bother shoving his trousers down. They stayed bunched at his thighs, framing the thick, veined cock that sprang free. The angry red head already glistened with precum. It bobbed heavily, slapping against his abs before he fisted it. He dragged the crown from the cleft of my ass down through my soaked lips, parting them with a filthy glide that made me whimper. “Eyes on me, princess,” he growled, slapping the fat head against my clit once, twice—sharp, wet smacks that jolted through my core. “Watch how I ruin this virgin cunt.” I couldn’t look away. He notched himself at my entrance, teasing, circling, coating every inch of his length in my juices. “Beg for it,” he demanded, one hand still pinning my neck while the other gripped his shaft. “Please… fuck me, Dante… harder,” I sobbed, pushing back, ass grinding desperately against him. He thrust in one bruta

Harper.I’d craved fucking Cole ever since I turned seventeen.That dark, forbidden hunger ignited during my parents’ anniversary party that summer. He stood out in the backyard, shirtless under the warm sun, sweat tracing shining paths across his broad chest and those thick, powerful arms that seemed strong enough to hold me down effortlessly.He was my father’s brother—completely untouchable, still married back then, and more than twice my age. But none of those barriers could stop the filthy images flooding my brain whenever he came near.I’d steal quick looks at the heavy outline in his jeans, picturing how thick and full his cock would feel forcing me wide open, how he’d growl my name while destroying every other man for me.Even then, I’d retreat to my room after he left, fingers diving under my panties, frantically circling my aching clit to visions of Cole bending me over the kitchen island while Dad chatted just steps away in the living room.Now, at twenty-three, freshly g