All Chapters of CUM-STURBATION: 20 DADDIES—FORBIDDEN TO THE LAST DROP : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

For three days, I played the most dangerous game of my life. I made myself a ghost. Every time I heard Eddie’s heavy footsteps in a hallway, I turned a corner. If I saw his dark silhouette in the garden, I waited until he was close enough to see me, then I hurriedly went back inside. I made sure I was always busy, always moving, always just out of his reach, in a way that he would notice. But that wasn't all. I felt him. Every time I was in a room, I could feel his cold, blue eyes boring into the back of my neck. I’d catch him staring from the balcony while I hung laundry, or watching me from the shadows of the dining room. He was like a predator watching a bird that had suddenly stopped singing. I knew that look. confused. frustration ? Maybe? And most importantly, I knew he was looking for me. That morning, I was in the kitchen. The air was thick with the smell of frying plantains and fresh bread. I was whispering with Diva, our heads close together as we giggled about Silas’s

Two days went by like a slow, burning fever. I didn’t see Eddie once. He vanished back into his fortress of ice, leaving me to wander the hallways with a constant, thumping ache between my thighs. But I wasn’t worried anymore. I knew I had infected his mind. You don't rip a woman's clothes to pieces on your office desk and just forget about it.That evening, the entire staff was gathered in the main servant hall. Mrs. Halloway was pacing back and forth, her voice sharp as she gave orders. There was a mini-party happening the next day, which meant none of us were sleeping tonight. We had silver to polish, floors to wax, and endless appetizers to prep."I want the kitchen spotless by midnight, and then you all start on the ballroom," Mrs. Halloway barked, clapping her hands.Suddenly, the heavy double doors swung open.It was him.Eddie.He walked into the hall. He wasn't dressed in athletic gear or a casual robe today. He was wearing a sharp, tailored black suit that made him look like

He began to move, and the pace was incredibly slow. It was a torturous, heavy slide. He would pull back until the tip of his cock was almost out, letting the tight ring of my pussy lips squeeze him, before sliding all the way back in with a soft, heavy thud.Every single thrust was deliberate. It felt like he was using his cock to write his name inside my walls."Mmm... yes... right there... ahhh..." I tossed my head on the pillow, my fingers finding the dark, thick hair at the back of his neck. I gripped it tightly, pulling him down to me. "Ohh fuck… it feels so good, Eddie. So big... so warm... ah! Inside me. Fuckkk ohh yess ahhhh just like… that oooohhhhh…""I need you," he confessed, the words slipping out of him like a dark secret he couldn't keep anymore. He kissed my jawline, his lips hot and wet against my skin. "I forbid this. I hate this. But since I saw you walk into this house, you've been a thorn in my flesh. A thorn I want to get rid of. But I can't. You made a fool out

Yesterday night, we had finally arrived in Dubai and my father had arranged for us to stay in a luxurious serviced apartment. Of course, Jax’s room was right next to mine. When I called my dad to complain, he gave me the same bullshit line: “It’s for your security, Lena.” Security. Right. Just what he always says. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. The way he had pinned me against the wall back home when I tried teasing him again. The heat that radiated from his body when he was up close. The way his hands felt on my skin when he put sunscreen on me earlier yesterday. I was wet just from remembering it. I got out of bed, with my heart racing, and walked to his door in nothing but a tiny silk camisole and matching panties, and of course I didn’t knock. I just pushed the door open. Jax was sitting on the edge of his bed, shirtless, wearing only black sweatpants. The moment he saw me, he stood up, his muscles flexing. “Miss Voss,” he said, voice low and controlled. “You shouldn’t

“Don’t test me,” Jax warned, his voice was low and rough, his fingers digging harder into my waist as the seconds faded.But I did. I wasn't the type to listen.I squeezed his thick bulge again, stroking him slowly through the towel. He was so hard right now and so heavy and thick in my hand.And that broke him, his professional mask finally slipped off.Jax growled, spun me around, and pushed me onto the bed. He yanked my tiny tank top up and off in one swift motion, alongside with my short bottoms, leaving me completely naked right in front of him. His eyes darkened with lust as he looked at me.He climbed between my legs, pushed my thighs wide open, and buried his face in my pussy without any flicker of hesitation in his movements.“Fuck..Jax” I moaned, my head falling backwards, as he gave me the first slow lock, from my entrance to my clit.He groaned against me, the vibration shooting straight through my whole body.“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he muttered, licking me again, but muc