All Chapters of DIRTY DESIRES: DADDIES TASTE BETTER: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Dante's POVShe pulled back just enough to gasp for air, strings of thick spit connecting her swollen, shiny lips to my throbbing cock. Her eyes were glassy with lust, cheeks flushed deep pink, lips beautifully wrecked. “I can’t help it,” she breathed, voice hoarse and dripping with need as she stroked me with both hands, twisting perfectly. “You taste so good, Daddy. I woke up aching for you… I needed this cock in my mouth.”I groaned, my control fraying fast. The sight of her like this — lips shiny with spit and pre-cum, eyes begging — was too much.“Come here,” I growled suddenly, my voice rough with urgency. “I need to taste you. Right fucking now. I want that sweet pussy on my tongue.”I grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her up my body with ease. She let out a surprised, delighted gasp as I maneuvered her until she was straddling my face, her knees planted on either side of my head. Her soaked pussy hovered just inches above my mouth, pink, swollen, and glistening with

Dante's POV“Fuck yes, just like that,” I groaned, fucking her through every wave of her climax. “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl. Look at you creaming all over Daddy’s cock. So beautiful when you fall apart for me.”The moment her orgasm started to ebb, I flipped us over in one smooth, powerful motion. I pinned her beneath me, spreading her legs wide as I settled between them. Without missing a beat, I slammed back inside her soaked, still-spasming pussy in one vicious thrust.Lia cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders as I started fucking her with deep, punishing strokes. My hips snapped forward relentlessly, driving my cock into her with raw, animal need. The wet, obscene sounds of her drenched pussy taking every brutal inch filled the room.“Too much—Daddy, it’s too much—” she whimpered, but her legs wrapped around my waist anyway, pulling me deeper.“You can take it,” I growled against her neck, biting down on her shoulder as I pounded into her. “You’re going to take

Lia's POVToday was my first day at my new job at Meridian Global Consulting, and I woke up with a mixture of excitement and nerves churning in my stomach.This was a fresh start. A new chapter. The first day of proving that I deserved this opportunity that Victor and Dante had helped arrange for me.I'd spent extra time getting ready, wanting to make the absolute best first impression possible.My outfit had been carefully selected—a tailored navy blue sheath dress that was professional and sophisticated without being too conservative. It hit just above my knees, had three-quarter length sleeves, and a modest neckline that was appropriate for an office environment. I paired it with classic black pumps—not designer like the Louboutins Dante had bought me, but good quality and comfortable enough to wear all day.My hair I'd pulled back into a sleek low bun at the nape of my neck—professional and polished. Makeup was minimal but well-applied—foundation to even out my complexion, mascara

Lia's POVHe was here. In New York. In this building. Walking down the hallway toward me with that calm, commanding presence that made the entire corridor feel smaller, like the air itself parted for him.He looked devastating in a perfectly tailored charcoal-gray suit that hugged his broad shoulders and tapered waist, the crisp white shirt open at the collar just enough to show a hint of tanned skin. His silver-touched hair was styled with effortless precision, and those piercing blue eyes were scanning the hallway with quiet intensity — until they found me.The second our eyes locked, his professional mask melted away. Warmth flooded his expression, followed by something darker, hungrier, full of open pleasure and promise. My nipples tightened instantly against the lace of my bra. A fresh rush of wetness soaked my panties as memories crashed over me.I didn’t think. I didn’t care about professionalism or boundaries or the fact that my new colleagues were standing right there.I rush

Lia's POVThen his hands were on my waist and he was pulling me into his arms, and he kissed me.Not gently. Not tentatively. But deeply, thoroughly, passionately—like he'd been starving for this, like he'd thought of nothing else during his days in Paris.His mouth was demanding against mine, his tongue sweeping in to claim and possess. His hands moved from my waist down to my hips, then lower to grip my behind firmly, squeezing in a way that was possessive and hungry.He groaned into the kiss—a sound of pure male satisfaction—and I felt it vibrate through my entire body.When we finally broke apart—both of us breathing hard, my lips swollen, his eyes dark with barely restrained desire—he kept his hands on me, like he couldn't bear to completely let go."You have no idea how much I wanted to do that when I saw you at your office," Victor said, his voice still rough. "How hard it was to keep things appropriate when all I wanted was to pull you into the nearest empty room and remind yo