All Chapters of CUM-STURBATION: 20 DADDIES—FORBIDDEN TO THE LAST DROP : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

“What?” he stammered, his voice losing all its robotic control. “No… you are not serious.”Jax stared at me. His face went completely white. His eyes darted to the heavy glass doors of the boardroom, then back to my face.“Lena, stop,” he whispered. His voice was a harsh, panicked rasp. “This is crazy. Anyone could walk back in here. Security checks these rooms. Your father’s partners are right down the hall. It’s too dangerous.”I didn’t say a word. I just smirked.I turned my back on him and walked slowly to the center of the long table. The wood was cold and polished like a mirror. I grabbed the edge, hitched my tight dress up to my waist, and slid my body backward onto the table.I wasn't wearing any panties today.I gripped my own knees and pulled my legs wide apart, exposing my wet, swollen folds to the cool air of the air-conditioned room. I looked right at him, my heart hammering against my ribs, dripping wet.“Come fuck me, Jax,” I said, my voice dripping with pure silk. “Fuc

“Your father didn't ask you to offer your pussy to me when you did, Lena,” he growled nastily, his voice a gravelly, dark whisper. “Or did he? Did he tell you to come into my room naked and beg for my cock?”“Jax… h-hhn… please,” I whimpered, my hips automatically moving backward against his groin, chasing the incredible fullness inside me.“It doesn’t matter what your father thinks,” Jax muttered, his jaw tight as he pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in with a slow, heavy, grinding thrust. *Squuelch.* The wet friction was incredibly loud in the empty hall. “When it’s about this tight little pussy of yours, I will dick you down anywhere and anytime I want. I am going to teach you a lesson about running your mouth.”He began to fuck me with deep, steady, and punishing strokes. Every time his hips slammed against my ass, the door behind me creaked.“My father is… ahhh… fuck… Jax…” I moaned softly, my fingers clawing at the wooden panels of the door, trying to find balance.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Still nervous, princess? Or is it something else?”Arabella couldn’t answer. Her thighs were clenched tight together, but it wasn’t enough to stop the slick warmth that had been building since he first touched her. And Rafe noticed. Of course he did.He rolled his stool even closer, spreading her knees apart with his own. One gloved hand stayed on her breast, gently kneading, while the other slid down her stomach, teasing the waistband of her designer jeans.“Lift your hips.”She obeyed before her brain could catch up. He peeled the tight jeans down her long legs, taking her soaked white lace panties with them. Arabella was completely bare now, except for the fresh piercings on her chest. The cool air hit her dripping pussy and she whimpered.Rafe stared openly, hungry. “Fuck. Look at that pretty little cunt. Dripping all over my chair just from getting your nipples done.” He ran two fingers along her slit, collecting her wetness,

Jax’s dark eyes locked onto hers. “Say it, Lila. Tell us you want both of us.”Her voice came out shaky but certain. “I want you… both of you.”That was all they needed.Kai moved first, leaning in to capture her mouth in a slow, deep kiss. His tongue slid against hers with surprising gentleness, while Jax’s mouth descended on her right breast. He avoided the fresh piercing at first, kissing around the swollen flesh before flicking his tongue lightly over the sensitive barbell. The sensation ripped a sharp moan from Lila’s throat into Kai’s mouth.“Fuck, she tastes sweet,” Jax growled against her skin.They worked in perfect harmony, like they had done this many times before. Kai kissed down her neck while Jax sucked gently on her pierced nipple. The mix of pain and pleasure made Lila’s back arch hard. Kai’s hand slipped under her skirt and peeled her soaked panties down her legs, leaving her completely bare.“Look at this pretty pussy,” Kai murmured, dropping to his knees between he

Chapter 2: Dripping for the tattoo artist The tattoo on Sophia’s inner thigh was nearly finished, but the air in the private room had grown thick and heavy. Damien wiped the fresh ink one last time, his fingers lingering far longer than necessary. Sophia’s sundress remained bunched around her waist, her black panties visibly soaked.She was breathing hard, her cheeks flushed with shame and unbearable arousal. Mark was still right outside, probably checking his watch, wondering why this was taking so long.Damien set the tattoo gun down. His dark eyes met hers, intense and hungry.“Beautiful work,” he murmured. “But you’re not done yet, are you?”Sophia hesitated, biting her lip. Her body was screaming for more. The constant teasing, the risk, the guilt, it had all pushed her to the edge.“I… I want a clit piercing,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.Damien’s eyebrows rose, and a slow, predatory smile spread across his face. “You sure about that, Mrs. Langford? That’s a very i