All Chapters of All… For My Daddies! : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Damon. “Fuck—oh shit," I gasped, as the feeling of her mouth filled my senses. “Oh, that's a good girl,” I growled, fingers tangling in her hair. "Suck Daddy's cock. Fuck yes.”She hummed around me, vibrations shooting through my shaft as I gripped her head tighter, thrusting forward, fucking her mouth deep."Look at you, beautiful slut—taking it all. Choke on it. Show me how much you missed this dick."Her eyes watered, but she didn't pull back. As I thrust forward, she gagged beautifully, saliva dripping down her chin, coating my balls.I turned my head to the open garage door. Sarah could walk out any second and catch us. See her "lovely girl" neighbor on her knees, throat bulging with her husband's cock. The thrill of it drove me wild and I pumped harder, my hips snapping, her mouth slurping to match my pace.“We could get caught any moment, Helena. But you’d like that wouldn’t you. My dirty little secret. My cum-hungry whore."She moaned, cupping my balls and squeezing. He

Damon.“Why not?” She slid off the hood, legs wobbling as her feet hit the floor. She didn’t bother pulling her shorts back up; just stood there half-naked, cum still trickling down her leg, looking at me like I was the only real thing in her world. “We both know this isn’t just fucking anymore. Not for me. Not for you.”I turned away, staring at the wall like it could give me answers. “I’ve got a wife and a kid. You think I can just… walk away from that?”“I think you already did,” she said softly. “Every time you came inside me this weekend. Every time you looked at me through that window before you even touched me. You walked away the second you decided I was worth more than the life you’re living, Damon.”My throat burned. I wanted to argue. Wanted to tell her she was wrong, that this was just sex. Sure it was raw, depraved and perfect but it was nothing more.Except the lie wouldn’t form. Because every filthy fantasy I’d jerked off to for weeks had been about her. Not Sara

Lara. I didn’t care about Daddy sorting out my math problem. All I wanted was to suck his dick.We sat at the kitchen island, textbooks spread out between us, but I couldn’t focus on a single equation.Not when he was so close.His big, warm body leaned over my shoulder, one strong arm braced on the counter beside me, the other pointing at the paper. His breath ghosted hot across my neck every time he spoke, low and patient, explaining numbers and letters in that deep, gravelly voice that made my pussy clench hard.I could smell him—clean soap, a hint of aftershave, and that raw, masculine musk that had haunted my wet dreams for years. His shirt was still only half-buttoned from earlier, the open V revealing the thick, dark hair across his broad chest. I had the urge to run my fingers through it.Every time he shifted, the fabric pulled tight over his biceps, the muscles flexing, and I had to bite my lip to keep from whimpering.Mom was gone. For three whole days, it was just

Lara. He chuckled darkly. “Oh, you’re not my innocent princess anymore. You’re Daddy’s filthy little slut now. Say it.”“I’m Daddy’s filthy little slut,” I whimpered, the words making my pussy gush fresh slick down my thighs.He smirked, dark and hungry, then spun me around and bent me over the kitchen island, my cheek pressed to the cool marble right next to my math textbook. My ass stuck out, the tiny pink panties soaked dark at the crotch. He yanked them down in one brutal tug, letting them tangle around my ankles, and spread my legs wide with his foot.“Fuck, look at this pretty pink pussy,” he groaned, running two thick fingers up my dripping slit. “Soaking wet for your own father, Lara? You’ve been dreaming about this for years, haven’t you, baby?”“Yes, Daddy, I have, so you have to give it to me,” I moaned, pushing my ass back toward him. “Please… I need you inside me. I’ve waited so long.”He slapped my ass hard—once, twice, three times—leaving burning handprints on my p

Esme. I bit my lip and spread my legs wider, letting him think whatever he wanted.Julian kissed his way down my stomach, slow and teasing, until his shoulders settled between my spread legs. He hooked my thighs over his arms and dove in like a man starved. His tongue was eager, lapping at my swollen clit in steady circles, then dipping down to push inside my tight hole.I moaned loudly, threading my fingers through his hair, grinding against his face the way he liked.“Don’t stop, baby.”But I wasn’t seeing Julian.I was seeing Ryan.Ryan was on his knees instead, those strong hands pinning my hips down so I couldn’t squirm away. Ryan’s tongue—thicker, rougher—devouring me like he owned me. I imagined him growling against my pussy, the vibration shooting straight to my core. “This cunt is mine now, Esme. Been mine since the second you walked through that door.”I cried out, my hips bucking. Julian took it as encouragement and sucked my clit hard, his two fingers sliding deep