SIN:BATION — 20 DADDIES SECRET のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 381 - チャプター 390

“I don’t know. He just always seems so focused on work. I didn’t think he talked about any of us outside the office.” Noah leaned one hip against the counter, looking more comfortable than he had at the door. “He does. Especially lately. He’s been overwhelmed. Last night really shook him up.” “Is his wife okay?” “She’s stable now. It was a scare more than anything, but it freaked him out.” He looked down at his glass for a second. “That’s why he was so set on me bringing this over tonight. He kept saying you stayed without complaining.” “There wasn’t much to complain about. He needed help.” Noah watched me for a moment, something quiet and thoughtful in his expression. “Most people still would have complained.” I didn’t know what to say to that, so I took a sip of water instead. The apartment felt warmer with another person in it. I had gotten used to the quiet. Having him standing in my kitchen, tall and a little uncertain, made the space feel different. “Do you want

My boss' son keeps coming over 👅💦💦 Chapter 3: I should go💋💦 Three days after Noah brought the food, I washed the glass dish, dried it, and left it on the counter meaning to return it somehow. That evening there was a knock at my door a little past six. When I opened it, Noah stood there with one hand in his pocket and a slightly sheepish look on his face. “Hey,” he said. “I figured I should get the container back before my dad starts asking about it. He tracks kitchen stuff like it’s company inventory.” I laughed under my breath and stepped aside. “Come in. I washed it already.” He followed me to the kitchen. I handed him the container, and for a second we both just stood there. It would have been easy for him to take it and leave. Instead he glanced toward the stove. “Have you eaten?” “Not yet.” “I could help make something simple.” I should have said I was fine. Instead I heard myself say, “Okay.” We ended up making eggs and toast because it was easy an

My boss' son keeps coming over 👅💦💦 Chapter 5: Pleasured sweetly 🍆🍆🍆 Noah texted me late in the afternoon. Noah: You home later? Noah: No paperwork this time. Just checking. I stared at the messages longer than I needed to before typing back. Me: I’ll be here. He showed up a little after seven with damp hair and a paper bag from the bakery down the street. When I opened the door, the smile he gave me was smaller than usual. “Hi,” he said. “Hi.” I stepped aside to let him in. He set the bag on the counter and shrugged out of his jacket. The rain from earlier in the week had passed, but the air outside still felt cool. Inside my apartment, everything seemed warmer with him standing in it. “I brought those almond croissants you mentioned liking,” he said. “In case you hadn’t eaten.” “You’re going to spoil me.” “Maybe.” We moved around each other with the same easy rhythm we had fallen into over the past visits. And none of us mentioned the kiss that

Chapter 1 - Paying Rent In Kind I was on my hands and knees. Damian had me from behind with one hand fisted in my hair and the other flat on my lower back, and he was fucking me hard and slow the way he did when he wanted to make it last, and the slap of his hips against my ass filled the whole bedroom and I had my face buried in the pillow, moaning into it like I couldn't help myself. "Oh… fuck, Damia…” He pulled my hair and I arched my back. He got deeper and I moaned out into the pillow and pushed back into him. He'd been at it for twenty minutes by then and I was wet and swollen and my thighs were shaking and I had already cum twice, once on his fingers before he even got inside me and once with my cheek against the headboard while he held my hips still and fucked me through it. He fucked me slow at first. Long strokes, pulling almost all the way out and pushing all the way back in, and every stroke pushed me up the bed and every stroke made me moan. He had one hand on

Chapter 3 - What He Showed Me I opened my mouth to tell him I really did need to go but then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down in one motion and his cock sprang free and hit the air hard and heavy and everything I was about to say died in my throat. I should have stood up and slapped him and told him he was disgusting and stormed out the door. That's what a normal woman would have done. That's what I told myself I was. But what was in front of me was something I had never seen in my entire life. For a man of his age it was mind-blowing. He had to be forty-four, forty-five, and he was standing in front of me with a cock that belonged to a man half his age… long and thick and veiny, curving up toward his stomach and pointing straight at me like it knew exactly what it wanted. My mouth went dry and then wet and I felt my tongue move against my teeth before I could stop it. "What is the meaning of this?" I managed. He didn't answer r