บททั้งหมดของ All… For My Daddies! : บทที่ 251 - บทที่ 260

Harper.The night Dad mentioned the project coordination internship, I went out with my friends to celebrate and build up enough liquid courage to finally hit send.We downed shots at the bar, music pounding loud, dancing until my feet throbbed and my head felt delightfully fuzzy. I was properly drunk—the warm, reckless kind where everything seemed possible and consequences felt distant. By the time I staggered home around 2 a.m., the house sat dark and silent.I suddenly remembered I hadn’t sent my documents to Cole yet, and the alcohol made me bold enough not to overthink it. My laptop rested on the kitchen table. In my hazy state, I opened it, located the résumé and cover letter like a responsible girl, and pressed send.Tomorrow, I thought with a wicked little smile, I’d finally see him face to face. Tomorrow I’d sit across from him, keeping a polite expression while my mind raced with every dirty act I’d always wanted him to perform on me. And if I actually landed the intern

Harper.“Yes,” I whispered, the single word barely escaping my lips. My voice sounded small and heavy with embarrassment. Yet something much darker and hungrier stirred deep inside me.Cole’s low, rumbling chuckle wrapped around us like thick smoke. He didn’t buy my answer for a second. “That’s a lie, Harper. A sweet little lie from a sweet little liar.”His breath continued teasing my ear, warm and controlled, sending fresh waves of shivers racing down my spine. “You knew precisely what you were doing when you hit send on those pictures. Drunk or sober, you wanted me to see you like that—fingers deep in that pretty pussy, ass raised high, begging for a real man’s cock instead of whatever boy you’ve been letting fuck you. You did it on purpose, princess. Admit it.”I started rambling, words spilling out in a frantic mess. “No, Cole, I swear—I was completely wasted, the folders sat right next to each other on my desktop, my hands were shaky from all the shots and I just grabbed the

Harper.My head still rested back against Cole’s broad shoulder, my moans and confessions lingering in the air, when his hand finally left my aching breasts.I panted heavily, nipples throbbing from his relentless pinching and twisting. My white shirt hung half-unbuttoned and open, like an invitation I could no longer take back.My pussy was a dripping, clenching mess—slickness running down my thighs, ruining my thong, my skirt bunched so high I might as well have been naked already.I felt balanced on the edge of something dangerous.Something I had craved since I was seventeen, too young to fully understand what it meant to be ruined by a man like him.“Stand up, Harper,” he commanded, voice low and rough, the kind of dominant tone that turned my knees weak and made my core flutter.No please.No question.Just pure authority from the man who once called me princess while my father grilled at family gatherings.I obeyed instantly, legs shaky as I rose from the leather chair.My hear

Harper. I was nothing but a bitch in heat, dripping with need. A filthy little slut, that's how I saw myself the second I stepped out of Cole's office, my legs still shaky and his warm cum trickling down my inner thighs. I couldn't get his massive cock out of my head, the way it had stretched my walls so wide open, plunging so deep that stars exploded behind my eyes with every powerful thrust. Had he fucked his ex-wife like that too? The jealous thought made me sink my teeth into my lower lip until it hurt. God, I wished I'd been the one wearing his ring instead. I craved being his full-time cumdump, always there, legs spread whenever that thick shaft twitched to life. He was my father's own brother, damn it. He never should have laid hands on me like that. And I sure as hell shouldn't have let him. I should have run straight to Mom or Dad and spilled everything—how his brother had me bent over that desk, ruining me completely after I’d sent him those dirty pictures of

Harper.Mom and Dad were deep in conversation about the company’s latest quarterly numbers, their voices rising and falling with talk of losses and profits.Cole leaned back in his chair, offering smooth opinions like the respected brother he was.“Frank, those supply chain delays are really hurting our margins this quarter,” he said calmly, one arm resting casually on the table while the other did something far less innocent beneath it. “But if we renegotiate with the new vendors the way I suggested—”I barely caught a word of it.Because Cole’s free hand had already slipped under the table and landed on my bare thigh, warm and possessive, sliding higher without a second’s hesitation.My breath caught.I parted my legs for him instantly, shamelessly, like the eager little whore I’d become.His fingers teased under the edge of my tiny sleep shorts, then hooked my soaked panties aside with one finger.The moment his thick fingertips brushed my swollen, dripping clit, my entire body jol