Semua Bab CUM-STURBATION: 20 DADDIES—FORBIDDEN TO THE LAST DROP : Bab 141 - Bab 150

I crawled across the cold wood of the table toward Mr. Willow. My robe was gone, and I felt every pair of eyes in that room burning into my skin. The chatter had died down. Even the wet sounds of Silas and Diva in the corner seemed to soften. Everyone wanted to see the master of the house take his turn.Mr. Willow didn't move. He stood at the head of the table like a king waiting for his tribute. When I reached the edge, he didn't use soft words. He grabbed my hips with hands that felt like iron bands and pulled me flush against him."Mmnnn…. Lila, look at her," he boomed, his voice echoing off the high ceiling. "She’s built for this." He didn't waste time with a slow start. He lifted my legs, pinning them against his chest, and positioned himself at my entrance. I felt the broad, blunt head of him stretching me, a pressure so intense it made my toes curl against the mahogany. Then, with a slow, agonizing deliberation, he drove himself inside me in one massive thrust. "AHHH!" I scre

I licked my dry lips. My voice came out as a broken whisper. "There’s more. Don't... don't stop." Eddie’s lips didn't move, but I saw a spark of something dark in his eyes. He turned his attention back to his mother, but he didn't pull his hand away. Instead, he began to finger her with a slow, agonizing precision. He pushed three fingers deep into her, stretching her wide. I watched the white lotion disappear into her pink heat, turning into a clear, slippery mess as it mixed with her juices. "Mmm-gh! Yes, Eddie... right there," she moaned, her hips tilting up to meet his hand. "Dig into me. Show her how you open a woman up. Tell me, Lila... tell me how it looks to see a son take care of his mother's needs." It was bad; it was a taboo. But they weren't blood, so it diluted the rawness of this forbidden act. "It looks... it looks delicious," I managed to say, my hand drifting down to my own lap, hiding under the fabric of my robe. I was so wet I could feel it soaking into the silk

The next day felt like a blur of steam and the scent of detergent. I had been in the laundry room since dawn, folding heavy sheets and sorting the endless designer clothes of the Willow family. My body still felt heavy, my mind replaying Eddie’s cold warning over and over. Every time my thighs rubbed together, I was reminded of how easily this house could break me—or make me crave the breaking.I gathered a stack of fresh linens and headed upstairs to distribute them. When I reached Jax’s suite, the door was slightly ajar. I didn’t even have to knock to know what was happening behind the door. The sound of wet, rhythmic slapping and high-pitched whimpers drifted into the hallway.I pushed the door open quietly. Jax was there, his powerful back muscles rippling under the gold light of the room. He had Diva pinned against the edge of the mahogany dresser. She was draped in one of those thin silk robes, but it was pushed up to her waist. Her legs were hooked around his hips, and she was

I stood there like a statue, the steam from the shower curling around my ankles. My hands were shaking so much I almost dropped the scrubbing brush into the tub. Eddie didn’t even have to look at me to know I was devouring him with my eyes. He just knew. Of course he must be sensing the weakness, and the toxic smell of desperation coming off me in waves."I... I'm sorry, Master," I whispered. My voice sounded small, like a child caught stealing candy.He slowly turned around. The glass door was still closed, but it was clear as day. Water was dripping from his dark hair, sliding over his thick shoulders and down the valley of his chest. He was beautiful in a way that hurt to look at. Dangerous. Cold. And his cock... even now, it was heavy and thick, a dark weapon hanging between his tattooed thighs. It looked like it had been carved for the sole purpose of being buried deep inside a warm, wet pussy until the woman screamed for mercy. He stepped closer to the glass, his shadow loomi

The clock on the library wall ticked with a heavy, steady beat. It was nearly 2:00 AM. I knew Eddie’s habits better than he realized. He was a man of logic and order, a bookworm who hid his darkness behind pages and ink. In less than ten seconds, he would walk through those double oak doors.I wasn't wearing my uniform today. I was on the silk robe—the deep emerald one that slithered over my skin like water. And underneath? I had disobeyed again. I was wearing a pair of white lace panties. They were thin, delicate, and a direct insult to the rules of the house.I heard the faint click of the door. I didn't turn around. Instead, I reached up high toward the top shelf, my body stretching, my heels clicking softly on the ladder. I pretended to struggle, my fingers just grazing the spine of a book I didn't even want. Eddie walked in. I could hear his steady, heavy footsteps on the rug. I waited for him to say something, but he just ignored me. He walked straight to the massive desk i