Lahat ng Kabanata ng Make Me Yours Daddy: Hot Daddy Tales: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I never thought my biggest secret would ruin me in the hottest way possible.My laptop screen glowed with that familiar pink light, the one that made my skin look like warm honey under the ring light. I was on my knees on the fluffy white rug in my bedroom, wearing nothing but a sheer black baby-doll top that barely covered my nipples and a tiny thong that had already soaked through. My heart hammered against my ribs as the chat exploded with hearts and fire emojis.“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet already,” one regular typed.But I only had eyes for him.DaddyD.The username that had been tipping me stupid money for the last three months. Tonight he’d already dropped two grand, and the private show had barely started. My fingers trembled as I typed back, voice soft and breathy for the camera.“You like what you see, Daddy?”His reply popped up instantly, bold and commanding like always:DaddyD: I want you to ride that pillow like it’s my cock. Slow. Show me how desperate you’d get for me.

I parted my lips. He didn’t shove in right away. Instead, he rubbed the swollen head across my tongue, painting it with his taste—salty, masculine, addictive. I moaned around the thick head, eyes fluttering up to meet his. He stared down at me like I was the only thing in the world.“That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and commanding. “Taste what you do to your stepdad. Suck it nice and slow, baby. Show Daddy how you practice on those toys for all those strangers.”I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper, inch by inch, until the head nudged the back of my throat. My eyes watered, but I didn’t pull back. I wanted this. I needed to feel him lose control because of me. I bobbed my head, tongue swirling around the thick vein underneath, savoring every ridge and pulse. Saliva dripped down my chin and onto my tits, making the sheer baby-doll cling even more obscenely.Damien’s hand tightened in my hair, guiding but not forcing—yet. “Fuck, Riley… look at you. My perfect little stepdaughter o

I never thought my stepdad would actually spank me like the spoiled little brat I was—until the night he finally snapped and bent me over his knee.My phone screen glowed in the dim light of my bedroom, the ring light casting a soft pink halo over my barely-there outfit. I was live on my influencer account, @KayleeKitten18, twirling in front of the full-length mirror in nothing but a tiny white crop top that said “Daddy’s Problem” in sparkly letters and a pair of black lace panties that rode up my ass cheeks like they were paying rent. My long blonde hair was in messy pigtails, and I was pouting straight into the camera, hips swaying to the trending audio.“Like, what’s the point of rules if they’re just gonna ruin all the fun?” I whined to my 87k followers, voice all sugar and sass. “My stepdad thinks he can ground me for posting one little bikini pic. As if. Watch me break every rule he makes tonight.”The comments exploded—fire emojis, heart eyes, and a flood of “brat tamer needed”

I was close already, the coil in my belly tightening fast. My walls fluttered around his thick fingers, gripping them desperately.“I’m gonna come—Daddy, please don’t stop—”“Come then,” he ordered, voice commanding. “Come all over your stepdad’s fingers like the dirty little brat you are.”The orgasm hit me hard. I cried out, body shaking as my pussy clenched and pulsed around his fingers, gushing slick down his hand and onto his lap. He kept fingering me through it, drawing out every wave until I was a trembling, whimpering mess draped over his thighs.When the last aftershock faded, he slowly withdrew his fingers. I whimpered at the loss, feeling empty. He brought his glistening hand up where I could see it, then deliberately licked my juices off his fingers, eyes locked on mine.“Sweet,” he murmured. “My little stepdaughter tastes even better than I imagined.”My face burned, but my pussy throbbed again at his words.He shifted me off his lap and onto my knees on the floor between

I had just stepped out of the shower when the doorbell rang. My body was still humming from the hot water, skin flushed pink, droplets tracing lazy paths down my thighs. I hadn’t bothered with underwear; the robe was thin, emerald-green silk that barely reached mid-thigh, tied loosely at the waist. It was one of those pieces I wore when I wanted to feel sexy for myself, since Joe certainly never noticed anymore.Joe. My husband. The man who had promised me passion, adventure, and endless nights of pleasure three years ago, only to deliver the most disappointing, selfish sex imaginable. He finished in under two minutes every single time—if he even lasted that long. No foreplay. No teasing. No interest in my body beyond a quick fucking that left me aching and frustrated. And God forbid I ask him to go down on me. “Eating pussy is disgusting,” he’d sneered the one time I’d shyly suggested it, as if my pleasure was some revolting chore.I was starving. Sexually, emotionally, desperately s