All Chapters of YOURS, DADDIES : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Help you with what?" my mom asked."The dock. A couple of the boards are loose. Thought I'd fix them today and could use an extra set of hands."My dad looked up. "I can help with that.""No, no, you go enjoy the day. Maya's young, she can handle it." David still wasn't looking at me. "If that's okay with you, Maya."Every nerve in my body was screaming."Sure," I managed. "I can help."My mom beamed. "That's sweet of you, honey. Okay, we'll head into town around ten. You two have fun with the dock."Fun. Right.---My parents left an hour later. Aunt Lisa went with them—something about needing new sandals.The house went quiet.I stood in the kitchen, washing dishes that didn't need washing, hyperaware that David was somewhere in this house and we were alone.I heard him before I saw him. His footsteps on the hardwood floor."Maya."I turned. He was standing in the doorway, jaw tight, hands shoved in his pockets."We need to talk," he said."Okay.""About last night—""I know what y

DAVIDI lasted three days.Three days of telling myself I wouldn't go near her. Three days of ignoring her texts. Three days of white-knuckling through every waking moment, trying not to think about how she'd felt wrapped around my cock.Three days before I broke.It was Wednesday afternoon. I was at my apartment, supposedly working on blueprints for a client, but really just staring at the same drawing for an hour without seeing it.All I could see was Maya.Maya on that kitchen counter, legs spread, taking my cock like she was made for it. Maya in my bed at the lake house, looking up at me with those eyes while I fucked her. Maya's voice in my ear: I'm not sorry.I wasn't sorry either.And that was the problem.I should've been drowning in guilt. Should've been sick with shame. Should've been doing everything in my power to make sure it never happened again.Instead, I was hard. Again. Permanently, it seemed. Every time I thought about her—which was constantly—my cock responded like

"She's here," I said. "She's coming up right now."For a second, we both froze. Then we were moving.Maya grabbed her clothes. Started pulling them on frantically. I zipped up my jeans, threw on my shirt."Bathroom," I hissed. "Go. Don't make a sound."She ran for the bathroom. Closed the door just as I heard footsteps in the hallway outside my apartment.A knock.I looked around. The couch cushions were askew. There was a wet spot on the floor. Maya's bra was on the coffee table.I grabbed the bra. Shoved it under a couch cushion. Straightened the pillows.Another knock. "David? You there?""Yeah! Just a sec!"I smoothed down my hair. Tried to make myself look normal. Tried not to look like I'd just been balls-deep in her daughter five minutes ago.Opened the door.Sarah stood there with a folder of papers, smiling. "Hey! Sorry to drop by unannounced. You got a minute?""Yeah, of course. Come in."She walked past me into the apartment. I held my breath, praying she wouldn't notice an

I need to tell you what I've been doing in my father's pool house.Every Friday night for the past three months, while my dad hosts poker with his buddies and thinks I'm out at clubs with friends my own age, I'm exactly thirty feet away getting my pussy destroyed by those same buddies.Four men. All in their late forties or early fifties. All friends with my father since before I was born. All completely, utterly off-limits in every possible way.And all of them have had their cocks inside me.Marcus was forty-eight, divorced twice, covered in tattoos that disappeared under his collar and reappeared when he rolled up his sleeves. Construction company owner. Rough hands that gripped scaffolding and steering wheels and my hips hard enough to leave bruises that lasted for days. He was the one who started this whole thing. The one who caught me watching and decided to give me exactly what I'd been craving. He spanked me until I sobbed and then fucked me harder when the tears started rolli

I would've screamed if his hand hadn't clamped over my mouth again. The stretch was immediate and intense and bordered on too much—he was so much bigger than the college boys I'd fucked, thick enough that my body struggled to accommodate him."Fuck," Marcus groaned, his hips flush against my ass. "Tightest pussy I've felt in years. You feel that, little girl? Feel how deep Daddy is?"I couldn't answer. Could barely breathe. Could only stare at our reflection in the mirror—him fully clothed, me bent over and completely exposed, his cock buried inside me to the hilt."I'm going to fuck you now," he said conversationally, like he was telling me about the weather. "And you're going to stay quiet no matter how good it feels. Understand?"I nodded.He pulled back until just the tip remained inside me. Then he slammed back in.The pace he set was brutal from the start. No warm-up, no easing me into it, just hard, fast, punishing thrusts that made the sink dig into my hipbones and my breasts