All Chapters of Make Me Yours, Daddy: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

MAYAWarm sunlight filtered through the curtains of the farmhouse bedroom and casted a soft golden glow over everything. I woke up slowly and deliciously sore in the best possible way. My body felt heavy, relaxed, and utterly claimed. A lazy smile curved my lips as memories from last night flooded back in vivid, filthy detail.Tristan’s dark, possessive growls. The way he had me blindfolded and tied, teasing my dripping pussy with that vibrator until I squirted all over his bed like a broken mess. His thick cock stretching me open for the first time, the burning pain melting into overwhelming pleasure as he fucked me slow and deep. The way I had cum so hard on his cock that I saw stars and bit into his shoulder while he marked my stomach with his hot release. The tender kisses afterward. The way he held me like I was the most precious thing in his world.I blushed furiously and heat rushed to my cheeks and between my thighs. We had finally mated. I had given him my virginity, and it

MAYAMy heart nearly stopped when the door creaked open.“Maya?” Mom’s voice called softly.In a split second, Tristan reacted like the possessive predator he was. He yanked the blanket over his head and dove lower between my thighs, hiding completely under the covers. Before I could even process it, his hot mouth was back on me- tongue dragging slowly through my soaked folds while my mother stood in the doorway.I gasped sharply, my back arching off the bed as his tongue flicked over my swollen clit. The blanket muffled his movements, but nothing could hide the wet, obscene sounds of him devouring my pussy.“Maya, honey? Are you okay?” Mom asked, stepping closer.I bit my lip hard, gripping the sheets until my knuckles turned white. Tristan’s strong hands gripped my thighs, holding me open as he licked me deeper, sucking gently on my sensitive lips.“Y-yes, Mom,” I managed, my voice shaky and breathy. “I’m… I’m fine.”Tristan growled quietly against my pussy, the vibration shooting

MAYAThree days.Three long, torturous days since I’d properly felt Tristan’s hands on me. Since I’d tasted his mouth and felt his thick cock stretching me, or heard those filthy words growled in my ear. He’d been buried in business deals with Dad and Andre’s father, cleaning up the mess from that toxic engagement talk. Every night he came home late, and every night I fell asleep aching and empty.Tonight was no different. It was well past midnight, and sleep refused to come. My body felt restless, hot, and needy. Cravings hit me hard- not just for Tristan, but for something sweet. Ice cream. I slipped out of bed wearing nothing but an oversized black cotton shirt that barely covered my thighs. No bra. No panties… because who cares. The cool air kissed my bare pussy with every step as I quietly crept downstairs, assuming everyone was asleep.The house was silent except for the low hum of the fridge as I padded into the kitchen, the marble floor cold under my feet, and opened the fr

MAYAI walked into the dining room feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement bubbling in my stomach. No classes today meant I could lounge around, but I still wanted to look cute. I’d chosen a tight black crop top that showed a tempting strip of my toned stomach and a pair of low-hanging pink sweatpants that sat dangerously low on my hips and the waistband of my tiny thong just barely visible if I moved right. My long hair cascaded down my back in soft waves.I looked perfect for the day. The moment I sat down at the table, Tristan walked in.He looked devastating in a perfectly tailored black suit with the crisp white shirt underneath hugging his broad chest. His jaw was clean-shaven, hair styled and exuding power and control. Our eyes met instantly and heat flared between us. After everything- the kitchen incident last night and his cum still faintly lingering on my tongue in my memory- the air crackled with tension.“Morning, everyone,” Tristan greeted smoothly, voice deep and

MAYAMy heart dropped the moment our eyes met.Tristan looked terrifyingly powerful standing there in his tailored black suit, shoulders squared, radiating raw dominance and barely contained rage. He was so handsome it hurt- sharp jaw clenched, dark eyes blazing with possessive fire. But right now, that fire was directed at the man whose hands were still on my waist.I quickly straightened myself, stepping away from Andre’s hold. My pulse thundered as I moved forward and grabbed Tristan’s arm, trying to act calm and natural in front of the people watching us in the hallway.“I was just coming,” I said with a bright, wide smile, the kind I used when I was nervous but trying to look like a happy girl seeing her favorite person. And in many ways, it was true. Tristan was my favorite. My obsession. My everything. “Sorry for getting late.”Tristan didn’t even glance at me. His cold, lethal stare stayed locked on Andre in a silent, dangerous contest.Andre smiled. “Maya and I went to grab