Todos los capítulos de Alpha Daddies Knows Best: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 139

CEASAR'S POV Vera whimpered, nails clawing trails against the wall, back arching hard, ass pushing back into me, trying to pull me impossibly deeper. So I gave it to her. I slammed into her harder, faster, feral. Hips snapping with bone-jarring force, balls slapping her soaked cunt with wet, heavy smacks, the filthy, squelching churn of her drenched pussy taking me echoing through the foyer like a war drum. Her slick sprayed around my cock with every violent stroke, splattering my thighs and running in glistening streams down her trembling legs. Her whole body jolted with the force, tits crushed against the wall, nipples dragging through her dress across the cool surface with every harsh thrust, a broken scream tearing from her throat as her cunt spasmed wildly around me, walls rippling, trying to drag me over the edge with her but I wasn’t done. Not even close. I was going to fuck her until the only name she remembered was mine and until the only thing she felt for the rest of t

Ceasar's Pov I leaned closer, trailing my fingers over her slick, pulsing folds, letting her wetness slide across my hands, dripping and pooling onto the bathroom floor. My thumb paused and circled her swollen clit teasingly before I pulled back just enough to watch her walls clench and quiver from the lingering spasms of her orgasm. I pressed my mouth back to her cunt, my lips and tongue sucking at her slick cunt, moaning softly as I lapped up the flood of her arousal coating me. My tongue traced every fold, gliding over the twitching heat, while my fingers spread her wider, parting her wet lips to give me full access. I flicked, pressed, sucked, and teased her clit, then plunged my tongue deep into her core, gliding over the folds that clenched instinctively, pulling shivers and ragged, desperate cries from her trembling body. "Caesar... oh... god... Don't stop," she whimpered, hips pressing insistently into my mouth, fingers tangling in my hair, tugging me closer, begging me to

Ceasar's Pov “Enough, Sophia,” I commanded, my voice cold, sharp, a blade that cut through the thick tension. She froze instantly, every muscle taut, every nerve straining under the weight of my words. Then I turned to Jane, letting my gaze linger on her like a tangible caress, my voice dropping into that low, dangerous rumble reserved only for her. “And you…” I let the words hang, heavily, letting the air between us thump with heat before continuing. “You walk down here like this.” My eyes ran over the curve of her naked, flushed body pressed impossibly close to mine, leaving no doubt I was talking about her, bold, exposed, daring me with every inch of skin. “And you dare ask me about other women?” My words were low, sharp, edged with possessive hunger. Her breath hitched, trembling, the sound barely there but the movement unmistakable against my chest. At the edge of my vision, Sophia shifted,uneasy, insecure, unraveling, but I didn’t give her a single flicker of attention.

Janevera’s POV I finished the meal faster than I meant to, shoving down the last bite and grabbing the glass of water. I tilted it back and swallowed the whole thing in one go, the cool rush doing nothing, absolutely nothing, to settle the storm twisting inside me. My mind was stuck on her. That woman. The one his guard announced so casually, like she was someone familiar, someone expected. And the more I thought about it, the more it scraped at me until I knew I wouldn’t breathe right unless I went downstairs and saw for myself. Who she was. What she was to Caesar. If she was another slut he kept around… or if she was here to replace me. I slid off the bed, still naked, not even thinking about clothes. I stalked out of the room and down the hallway, each step fueled by that ugly mix of curiosity and something worse, something I didn’t want to name. My feet hit the stairs, and the second I reached the bottom, the sight waiting for me made every muscle in my body coil tight. There

Ceasar's Pov My eyes roamed over her, drinking in the swell of her breasts, the subtle arch of her back, the curve of her hips and the ache of wanting her, right here, right now, coiled deep in my chest. Sophia noticed instantly. Her expression snapped into a sharp, unmistakable frown the moment she fully really took in Jane, not just as another woman in the room, but as a rival, a threat she couldn’t ignore. And who could blame her? Jane’s breasts were fuller, rounder, impossibly soft, irresistible, impossible to look away from and her body, thick and undeniably sexy, pulled at me with a gravity I couldn’t fight. Jane’s hair tumbled in loose, silken waves around her shoulders, framing a face that could disarm and dominate with a single glance. My eyes traced every inch of her, down from that mesmerizing face, over the rise of her breasts, the gentle hollow of her stomach, the swell of her thighs, and finally to the soft, secret curve of her cunt, hidden between her pressed thighs,