Alle Kapitel von WET FOR DADDY: Daddy One Shots: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

The pressure inside me coiled tighter and tighter, his fingers curling perfectly with every thrust, thumb never letting up on my clit. My thighs started to shake uncontrollably, hips grinding shamelessly against his hand as I chased the building orgasm.“I’m close—Daddy, I’m so close—”“That’s it. Let go. Come all over Daddy’s fingers like the good little slut you are for me.”The words pushed me over the edge. My second orgasm hit even harder than the first, ripping a cry from my throat as my walls clamped down around his fingers in rhythmic pulses. “Daddy! Oh fuck—Daddy!”He kept working me through it, slower now, gentler, drawing out every last wave until I was a boneless, panting mess beneath him. Only when my tremors finally subsided did he ease his fingers out, bringing them to my lips this time.“Taste how sweet you are,” he ordered softly.I opened my mouth obediently, sucking his fingers clean, tasting my own arousal mixed with the salt of his skin. His eyes darkened further

The water was supposed to be my secret.I’d waited until the last of the sunset bled out of the sky, until the automatic lights around the pool clicked on and turned the whole backyard into something out of a movie—soft gold glowing under the water, palm fronds whispering overhead, the infinity edge dropping away toward the city lights of LA like the rest of the world didn’t exist. My best friend Brooke was three states away at cheer camp for the next two weeks, and her divorced dad was supposed to be in Tokyo until Friday. The house was mine until then. The pool was mine. And for once in my life I was going to be completely, shamelessly naked in it.I stood at the edge of the deep end in nothing but the warm night air, heart hammering so hard I could feel it between my legs. Eighteen years old and I’d never done anything this reckless. But God, I wanted to. I’d been thinking about it since Brooke first asked me to house-sit.I peeled off the thin tank top I’d worn over here, then hoo

I nodded, pressing my forehead to the cushion, cheeks burning. “Yes, Daddy… I’m sorry, I just—”“Don’t apologize.” One thick finger slid through my folds from behind, gathering my slickness before circling my entrance teasingly. “This pussy is mine tonight. Been mine for a long time, even if you didn’t know it.”He pushed one finger inside me slowly, and I moaned loud enough that it echoed off the house. He was thick—thicker than my own fingers, stretching me just right. He added a second almost immediately, scissoring them gently, curling them against that spot inside me that made my toes curl.“So tight,” he growled. “How many boys have had this, baby girl? Be honest.”“N-none,” I gasped, pushing back against his hand. “Not all the way. Just… fingers and mouths. Never a cock.”He stilled for a second, then let out a dark, pleased sound. “Fuck. My sweet little virgin pussy. And you were going to give it to me tonight without even knowing I’d be here.” He pumped his fingers faster, th

The scream tore from Rebekah’s throat before she could stop it.One second she was locking her apartment door after a late shift at the bar, the next a gloved hand clamped over her mouth and the world spun sideways. Asphalt scraped her cheek. A boot connected with her ribs. Pain exploded white-hot behind her eyes as the attacker snarled, “Tell your old man the Devils are coming for what he owes.”She bit down hard. Blood flooded her tongue—his or hers, she didn’t know. The man cursed and jerked back, giving her the half-second she needed to slam her elbow into his throat the way her father had taught her when she was sixteen. He staggered. She scrambled up, keys still clutched like a weapon, and ran.Headlights blinded her. A motorcycle roared up the curb like a black steel demon. The rider didn’t stop to ask questions. He simply reached down, hooked an arm around her waist, and hauled her onto the seat behind him.“Hold on, princess.”Ryker’s voice. Low, rough, the same voice that ha

She bit back a whimper.In her mind it wasn’t her hand. It was Ryker’s—those rough, scarred fingers that had gripped her waist earlier, now stroking her slow and deliberate. She imagined his voice, low and filthy in her ear: “This what you need, princess? Been wet for me all night?”A soft gasp escaped her. She circled faster, dipping two fingers lower to tease her entrance before sliding back up to her clit. The pressure built quickly, sharp and sweet. She pictured him above her, that powerful body pinning her down, silver threading his dark hair as he watched her fall apart with those intense eyes.Her free hand fisted the sheet. Her hips rocked up into her touch. She was close already, shame and lust twisting together into something electric.“Ryker…” The name slipped out in a broken whisper.She pressed harder, imagining his mouth on her instead—hot tongue licking through her folds, sucking her clit while those big hands held her thighs open. Imagining him growling her name like a