All Chapters of Big Daddy Wants Me: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

A thousand emotions are storming inside of me as Chase brushes off the dusty lawn chair for me and sits down opposite me. I sit slowly, trying to focus on the cool breeze to keep my heart rate under control.The only thing more intense than seeing Chase again after all this time, is knowing how close I am to leaping into his arms and letting him have his way with me.Somehow he looks better than ever, like the years have made him even more of a man than he once was. When he left, he was twenty-five and already so much better than the guys my age, but now it’s like his jaw is somehow stronger, his cheek bones more defined, and he is definitely more built. I don’t know what he’s been doing up there in Alaska, but his muscles are practically screaming.He’s wearing ripped jeans, a tattered black t-shirt covered with holes, and a canvas jacket that looks like it’s about to burst around his biceps. His hair is longer than it was, almost mangy, like he just wandered off a mountain or out of

I’m still reeling from the first orgasm I’ve been given by anyone other than myself, when Chase sweeps me into his big, strong arms and carries me back into the house. I can feel the taut, warm muscles ready to tear out of his shirt as he brings me into the bedroom. I’ve gained a bit of weight since the last time he saw me, but he carries me like I weigh nothing, which makes sense as he has to be twice my size.“You do have a bed!” I smile as he lays me down on it. I feel a pang of regret that I’m not wearing my special lingerie that I bought specifically for him, but when I see the way he’s looking at me, I realize that he doesn’t care.“I’m pretty fancy,” he smiles as he tosses his jacket and peels off his t-shirt to reveal an absolutely insane body.He was ripped before, but he’s gotten bigger. Now he looks like he could rip the whole house from its foundations if he wanted. My eyes trace the lines of his biceps, the veins and the cuts, to his broad shoulders and thick chest.Wowze

9 months later…“I gotta say, Chase. Amy and I never thought we’d see you again.”Chuck, September’s dad, smiles at me from across the table. It’s Sunday and we’re having our customary cookout in their back yard. Tonight, September and I made brisket.“That’s right,” Amy, her mom, says as she and September come over from the smoker and set the meal down on the table. It looks phenomenal, and my mouth is watering almost as much as it does when I see my wife.Yup. My wife.I proposed as soon as I was in good enough shape to get down on one knee again, which was a good thing too, because as it turned out, September was pregnant. It would be impossible to tell which one of our “sessions” had done the trick, as we were all over each other for that first month (and still are, basically), but I like to think it was that first time—the time that made up for the time we missed out on almost six years ago.She was already curvy, but now with the extra baby bump, her body has me tripping all ove

He’s brutally tall and broad-shouldered with a jaw that looks like it was printed from steel. And despite his shadow-black suit and white button-up shirt beneath, I can tell he’s one of those guys who goes to the gym every day.He’s so handsome…And the way he moves—it’s like he created the Earth. I can’t picture this man worrying about anything.For the first time since my sentencing, a new sensation hits me, running down my spine to the zenith of my thighs, and something odd happens. I feel a moistness…Oh God. Did I just pee a little?I look down and see a damp spot forming.Quickly, I clamp my thighs together.“Five-oh-seven-five,” he says simply, his voice triggering my nerves and blood to blaze. My vocal chords seem to be on a delay. It takes several seconds for me to respond.“W-what?”“Your number,” he replies simply. “That is your name from now on.”Reduced to a number. Like I’m not even human.“I…okay.”He rises swiftly from his chair, his movements tight and concise like an

She’s an angel.An angel turning me into a sinner.Sitting at my desk, I watch Nicole on the monitor. She’s in holding at the moment, where the guards are explaining the rules of Last Rites to her. Rules she must follow.I know she’s innocent. The way her scared little eyes looked back at me when I ran my finger up her soaked slit—no one has touched her there before.After she fainted, I sucked my finger, tasting the juices like my own personal honey. I haven’t washed my hand either. Her scent is too impeccable and fresh to rinse away.I need more. So much more.She’s going to ruin me. Destroy my position at the prison.I thought this job would be perfect, but I can feel the cracks starting to form. And quickly.I have an abnormally high testosterone level. Like a breeding bull. One that made me a flawless Marine when I was younger but also makes it impossible for me to be around women.So I found a solution; I became a guard at an all-male prison. Over the years, I worked my way up a