All Chapters of Alpha Daddies Knows Best: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

My throat tightened, a sharp pulse of dread spreading through me. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. "No you don't! Turn around," I snapped, leaning forward and tapping his shoulder. He didn't respond. Didn't even flinch. His hands stayed steady on the wheel as the car glided into a narrow, dimly lit lane that is too quiet and too empty for this hour. Now I have a really bad feeling about this. "Hey!" I snapped, louder this time, tapping his shoulder harder. "Where are you taking me? Stop the damn car! Let me out!" He didn't look at me. Didn't flinch. His eyes stayed locked on the road ahead, unblinking, jaw clenched tight. In the rearview mirror, his reflection stared back at me and not the face of a driver, but of someone used to control. Someone who expected to be obeyed without question. But fear wasn't the first thing that hit me, it was instinct. Cold. Sharp. Immediate. I leaned forward again, my voice slicing through the steady hum of the engine. "I said stop the car!"

My body obeyed. Shaking, lips parted on a broken cry, I lowered myself the rest of the way, inch by thick inch until my ass was flush against his thighs. The feeling of him filling me completely stole my breath, his thick length pulsing deep inside my walls and stretching me to the brink left every nerve alive with a sharp, exquisite sensation. My body quivered with the sharp, exquisite burn of fullness and pleasure he was giving me from below as I sat impaled on him. His hands locked around my hips, guiding me, pulling me closer until our bodies moved in perfect rhythm. My legs trembled, heat flooding through me as his gaze met mine, dark, commanding and hungry as his hips kept snapping up from below, plunging into me in hard, fast thrusts that sent jolts of pleasure tearing through my trembling body. Each movement drove him deeper, sending a shock through me, forcing my fingers to clutch at his shoulders, the sound of our bodies and our breathing echoing through the room. My moans

My body obeyed. Shaking, lips parted on a broken cry, I lowered myself the rest of the way, inch by thick inch until my ass was flush against his thighs. The feeling of him filling me completely stole my breath, his thick length pulsing deep inside my walls and stretching me to the brink left every nerve alive with a sharp, exquisite sensation. My body quivered with the sharp, exquisite burn of fullness and pleasure he was giving me from below as I sat impaled on him. His hands locked around my hips, guiding me, pulling me closer until our bodies moved in perfect rhythm. My legs trembled, heat flooding through me as his gaze met mine, dark, commanding and hungry as his hips kept snapping up from below, plunging into me in hard, fast thrusts that sent jolts of pleasure tearing through my trembling body. Each movement drove him deeper, sending a shock through me, forcing my fingers to clutch at his shoulders, the sound of our bodies and our breathing echoing through the room. My moans

I didn’t flinch when he said that, instead, I laughed softly, mockingly and daring. “Good thing I’m not small.” Then I leaned in until my lips nearly brushed his, my breath sliding over his lips like a promise and a dare. “And I’m brave enough to feel your danger… and bold enough to keep playing until I win.”The way he looked at me shifted as the seconds stretched, his gaze flickering, first surprised at how unyielding I was, then curiosity giving way to hunger, sharp and consuming with something darker threading into his gaze.I didn’t break eye contact as I tipped back my whiskey, draining it in one swallow, my throat working around the burn. It was as if the drink was strengthening my boldness and confidence, and with that, just to prove I meant every word, I rose to my feet, smoothing my dress as his gaze tracked me and my every movement, like a prey following the slow glide of my hand smoothing my dress back into place.He hesitated, his voice low, gaze still locked on me. “Wher

I didn’t flinch when he said that, instead, I laughed softly, mockingly and daring. “Good thing I’m not small.” Then I leaned in until my lips nearly brushed his, my breath sliding over his lips like a promise and a dare. “And I’m brave enough to feel your danger… and bold enough to keep playing until I win.”The way he looked at me shifted as the seconds stretched, his gaze flickering, first surprised at how unyielding I was, then curiosity giving way to hunger, sharp and consuming with something darker threading into his gaze.I didn’t break eye contact as I tipped back my whiskey, draining it in one swallow, my throat working around the burn. It was as if the drink was strengthening my boldness and confidence, and with that, just to prove I meant every word, I rose to my feet, smoothing my dress as his gaze tracked me and my every movement, like a prey following the slow glide of my hand smoothing my dress back into place.He hesitated, his voice low, gaze still locked on me. “Wher