All Chapters of MAKE ME SCREAM, DADDY: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The moment Victor stops teasing, everything changes.He grips my hips hard, fingers digging into my flesh like he’s claiming ownership, and lines up the thick head of his cock with my entrance. The broad tip is already slick and shiny from sliding through my soaked folds, coated in my cream and the mess I made while he spanked me.“Deep breath, baby,” he growls, voice low and dangerous against my ear.Then he thrusts forward, hard.The stretch is immediate and overwhelming. His massive cock forces my tight walls open, inch after thick, veined inch spearing into me in one powerful, unrelenting stroke. I cry out, the sound half-pain, half-bliss, as he bottoms out deep inside my pussy, his heavy balls pressed tight against my swollen clit. I feel every ridge, every pulsing vein, the fat head kissing my cervix so deep I swear he’s rearranging my insides.“Fuuuuck,” Victor groans, holding still for one torturous second, letting me adjust to being so completely, obscenely filled. “So goddam

Kai’s bedroom door has been closed for an hour. I know because I’ve checked three times.Our parents left on their anniversary cruise this morning. Twelve days alone in this house with a stepbrother who isn’t quite family and has never let me forget it. He was the arrogant prick who’d mocked every insecurity I had since the day our parents first started dating. The smirks, the “princess” jabs, the way he made a point of taking up every available inch of space just to remind me I didn’t belong. I’ve despised him with every fiber of my being.For two years I’ve also been waking up at two in the morning from dreams about him with my hand between my legs, furious at myself. That’s the part I’ve never said out loud to anyone.Tonight I wait until I hear his bedroom door slam before slipping into the master bathroom. The one with the luxurious walk-in shower, floor-to-ceiling glass, multiple rainfall heads, steam that could hide sins. I strip slowly, letting my clothes pool on the marble fl

Kai stayed perfectly still above me, his knees pinning my hips to the mattress, his eyes fixed on my heaving chest like a predator savoring the moment before the strike. The black soft rope bit gently into my wrists where they stretched above my head, secured to the headboard, forcing my back to arch and my tits to thrust upward, completely exposed, completely vulnerable. My skin was still damp from the shower, cool air kissing the water droplets that clung to my nipples, making them tighten even more under his gaze.He didn’t touch me right away. His hands hovered just inches above my breasts, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his palms, but not close enough to satisfy the aching need he’d already stirred in the bathroom. My nipples throbbed, dark pink, pebbled, begging, from the way he’d teased them against the counter earlier. Every tiny shift of my body made the ropes creak softly, a constant reminder that I couldn’t cover myself, couldn’t push him away, could

Kai’s first full thrust was deliberate and deep, the thick head of his cock dragging along my g-spot before slamming against my cervix. The sudden, overwhelming fullness after all the teasing ripped a raw scream from my throat. My bound arms strained against the ropes, wrists rubbing raw as I arched violently under him. My tits bounced with the force of it, nipples still throbbing and dark from his earlier abuse, and he immediately caught them again, one in each hand, pinching and twisting as he set a slow, punishing rhythm.“Feel that, stepsister?” he growled, voice low and filthy. “That’s what your stepbrother’s cock feels like buried inside the cunt you’ve been fingering while moaning my name. So much bigger than those pathetic little fingers, isn’t it?”I could barely form words. The stretch burned so good, every vein and ridge dragging along my walls, the heavy weight of his balls slapping against my ass with each deep stroke. “Yes—fuck—too big—you’re splitting me open, you prick

The satin of my wedding robe clung to my still-flushed skin as I slipped out of the honeymoon suite, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The reception had ended three hours ago. My new husband— sweet, safe, slightly drunk Ethan, was passed out cold on the king-sized bed upstairs, tie still half-knotted around his neck, snoring softly like the night was already over. Our wedding night. The one I’d dreamed about for months. The one that was supposed to be passionate and breathless and everything I’d never quite gotten from him before.Instead, I was alone, aching, wearing nothing but the delicate white lace lingerie I’d bought specifically for tonight, a sheer babydoll that barely covered my breasts, matching thong already damp from nervous anticipation, and a thin satin robe I hadn’t even bothered to tie properly. The cool night air kissed my bare thighs as I padded barefoot down the private hallway of the luxury resort hotel, past the elevator, and out onto the seclu