All Chapters of DIRTY DESIRES: DADDIES TASTE BETTER: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lia's POVWe stepped out onto what appeared to be the rooftop of the building—though clearly it was an enclosed space with floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides offering a breathtaking 360-degree view of New York City at night.But it wasn't the view that made me gasp.It was the setup.The entire rooftop had been decorated. Transformed. Just for us.Tiny white lights were strung everywhere—wrapped around columns, draped along railings, creating a canopy of stars overhead. Candles flickered on every surface—real candles in elegant glass holders that cast dancing shadows. Fresh flowers were everywhere—roses, peonies, orchids arranged in beautiful displays.In the center of the space, positioned perfectly to take advantage of the spectacular view, was a single table set for two.White linen tablecloth. Fine china. Crystal glasses. Sterling silver. More candles. A centerpiece of roses.Soft music was playing from speakers I couldn't see—something classical and romantic that fit the atmos

Lia's POVMy fingers worked with deliberate, teasing care—first his belt, the soft leather whispering open, then the button of his dress pants, and finally the zipper, tooth by tooth, drawing it out until I heard his breathing change. I slipped my hand inside the warm fabric and found him already rock-hard, straining desperately against his boxer briefs. The scorching heat of his cock made my mouth water instantly. I wrapped my fingers around his thick length and gave one slow, firm stroke from base to tip, feeling him twitch and swell even more in my grip.“Fuck,” Dante hissed sharply, his hips twitching upward into my touch. His knuckles went bone-white on the steering wheel. “You’re going to make me crash the car, Lia.”“Then you should pay more attention to the road, Daddy,” I teased, my voice sweet and dripping with filth. I could feel myself getting wetter just from the power of it—from the way this big, controlled man was already starting to unravel under my hand. My pussy clen

Lia's POV"Yes," Dante confirmed, shrugging out of his suit jacket and draping it over one of the armchairs. "I bought it a few years ago when it became clear I'd be spending more time here for work. Seemed more practical than hotels."He moved to what I now saw was a bar area—elegant glass shelves displaying various bottles of premium liquor, a small wine fridge underneath, crystal glassware arranged artfully."Can I get you something?" he asked. "Wine? Champagne? Water?""I'm okay for now," I said, still taking in the space. "I had plenty of wine at dinner."Dante nodded and poured himself a generous measure of what looked like very expensive whisky into a crystal tumbler, adding a single large ice cube from a fancy ice maker.He took a sip, his eyes watching me over the rim of the glass as I continued to explore the space visually.That's when I noticed more details—a door that probably led to the bedroom, another that might be a home office, a hallway that likely led to additional

Lia's POVThe orgasm crashed through me like a breaking wave. I screamed his name, thighs clamping tight around his head as my pussy spasmed violently around his fingers. Hot, slick release flooded his mouth and chin in pulsing waves while he kept licking and sucking greedily, drawing every last tremor out of me until I was shaking, sobbing, and completely undone. The glittering city beyond the glass faded to nothing but a hazy glow behind my clenched eyes.He didn’t stop until every last aftershock had been wrung from my trembling body. His tongue kept licking me in long, gentle, soothing strokes through the final spasms, like he couldn’t bear to leave my pulsing, fluttering pussy just yet. He hummed softly against my oversensitive flesh, drinking down every drop of my release while my thighs twitched and shook around his shoulders.Only when I was a boneless, whimpering, teary-eyed mess did he press one last soft, reverent kiss right on my swollen, throbbing clit.“Good girl,” he mu

Lia's POVI moaned loudly, too far gone, too lost in pleasure to feel anything but overwhelming heat. “Yes, Daddy… I love it… fuck me harder while he watches… please—”He kept slamming into me with deep, punishing strokes, each one jolting my entire body forward so my breasts dragged against the cool, polished surface of the piano. The melted ice in my ass had turned into a slick, freezing trickle that mixed with my dripping arousal, creating the most obscene, slippery sensations every time his hips slammed against my ass.The wet, filthy sounds of his thick cock plunging into my soaked pussy echoed loudly through the penthouse — loud, rhythmic, and completely obscene — loud enough for the phone to pick up every single squelch and slap.“Fuck, listen to that sloppy cunt,” Dante growled, his voice rough and dark with lust. He gripped my hip hard with one hand while he held the phone steady with the other, angling it perfectly. “You hear how wet she is for us, Dad? She’s creaming all ov