All Chapters of Make Me Yours, Daddy: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

MAYAI happily bounced down the stairs. My heart felt light and full of excitement for the first time in what felt like forever. “Tristan!” I called out cheerfully, my voice echoing through the house. My parents were supposed to be on a business trip to another city for a few days, leaving me home alone with the man who had completely stolen my heart. I wanted to spend a nice, relaxed day date with him- maybe a picnic, maybe just cuddling on the couch watching movies. And I finally felt ready to tell him about that mysterious phone call that had been haunting me, the one that planted seeds of doubt I couldn’t ignore anymore. I needed his reassurance, his arms around me and his obsessive love to chase away the fear.“Tristan, where are you?” I called again, smiling as I reached the bottom of the stairs. But I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw her- Mom. She was standing in the living room, arms crossed, looking serious and composed in her elegant blouse and slacks. My stomach dro

MAYAI was still trembling when Tristan finally pulled his mouth away from me. My legs gave out completely and I collapsed onto the mattress, face first and my body was twitching with leftover sparks of pleasure. Soft, helpless whimpers spilled out of me as aftershocks rolled through my thighs and core. I could feel how wet I was- my juices sticky on my inner thighs, the sheets already damp beneath me.Tristan chuckled low and warm as his big hands came to rest on my ass. He massaged the soft flesh slowly- kneading, spreading and watching the way I still quivered under his touch. I could feel the heavy weight of his cock brushing against the back of my thigh which was so hard, thick, and throbbing.“Look at you,” he murmured, voice rough with hunger. “Completely wrecked already and I haven’t even put my cock in you yet.”I tried to crawl forward a little, needing just a moment to catch my breath, but his fingers closed around my ankle and tugged me back firmly. He spread my legs wide

MAYAI was still trembling when Tristan finally slowed everything down. My body wouldn’t stop shaking and tiny aftershocks kept rolling through my thighs and core, making me twitch every few seconds. Soft, exhausted whimpers left my throat without permission.“Shh… I’ve got you,” he murmured, voice much gentler now. He carefully cleaned me with a warm cloth, wiping the mess between my legs and the insides of my thighs with slow, careful strokes. Every time the soft fabric brushed my oversensitive skin I gasped and shivered. He kissed my forehead, then my temple, then the corner of my mouth. “You did so well for me, princess,” he whispered against my lips. “So fucking perfect. Just breathe.”He changed the soaked sheets while I lay on the side of the bed, wrapped in a soft blanket and still shaking. He gave me time like real time to come down and relax. Water. Soft kisses. His fingers stroked through my hair and I drifted for a while in that half-dazed, overstimulated haze until the

MAYAI pushed open the glass door of the little café on the corner when the soft chime of the bell barely registered over the sudden rush of excitement in my chest. Nicole was already there, waving from a corner table near the window and two iced coffees waiting for us. The second our eyes met I broke into a grin and practically ran the last few steps.“Nicole!”She stood just in time for me to throw my arms around her. We hugged tightly, rocking side to side the way we always did when we hadn’t seen each other in more than a day.“You look like you’re about to explode,” she laughed against my shoulder. “What happened?”I pulled back, still holding her arms, cheeks aching from smiling so hard. “I told mom!! I told her last night. And she… she accepted it, Nic. She actually accepted me and Tristan.”Nicole’s eyes went huge. She grabbed my hands and dragged me down into the seat across from her. “Shut up. No way? The same woman who once side-eyed a guy for looking at you too long at a

MAYAI barely had time to settle on his lap before Tristan’s hands were under my dress, yanking my panties down in one rough motion. The fabric tore slightly at the seam but he didn’t care. His eyes were still dark with residual fury, jaw tight, breathing hard through his nose. “Turn around,” he ordered, voice low and rough. “Kneel on the seat. Face the headrest. Now.”I scrambled to obey with a pounding heart. I climbed onto the driver’s seat on my knees, gripping the headrest with both hands and pushed my ass back toward him. The position left me completely open and vulnerable. Cool air hit my bare skin. I heard the soft rustle of him shoving his pants down, then the heavy, hot weight of his cock slapped against my dripping folds. “Look at this,” he growled, rubbing the thick head up and down through my wetness. “Soaked already. You get this wet from making me worry? From disappearing and forcing me to hunt you down?”“Tristan-” I started, but the rest of his name turned into a