บททั้งหมดของ Make Me Yours Daddy: Hot Daddy Tales: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

I screamed in pure frustration, yanking uselessly at the chains. “No! You can’t keep doing this! I’ll die— please, Alexei— Daddy— I’m begging you!”He smirked evilly, leaning down to bite the inside of my thigh hard enough to leave a mark. “Not tonight, princess. You still have a lot of breaking left to do.”He stood up, stripped off his shirt, and freed his massive cock. Then he crawled over me, straddling my chest, and fed the thick head between my lips.“Suck Daddy’s cock while you stay denied,” he ordered.I glared up at him even as I opened my mouth, sucking him greedily. Saliva dripped down my chin as he fucked my throat with slow, deep strokes. Every time I moaned around his cock, my denied pussy clenched and leaked more.After using my mouth until his cock was glistening and throbbing, he pulled out and moved back between my legs. He rubbed the fat head up and down my soaked slit, teasing my entrance, bumping my clit—edging me mercilessly again without ever pushing inside.“Yo

The fluorescent lights in Block C buzzed like dying insects, their sickly yellow glow flickering over the scarred concrete floors and iron bars of the maximum-security wing. It was 2:17 a.m., and the entire prison seemed to hold its breath. Warden Elias Crowe stood motionless outside Cell 47, his broad shoulders rigid beneath the crisp lines of his uniform. His jaw was clenched so tightly the muscle jumped, a silent war raging behind his steel-gray eyes. He had no business being here at this hour. Night rounds belonged to the correctional officers, not the man who commanded the entire facility with an iron fist and a spotless record. Yet here he was, drawn like a moth to the one flame that could burn his whole world down.Inside the cell, inmate Zion King lay sprawled across the narrow bunk in nothing but a pair of threadbare gray prison-issue boxers that rode low on his hips. One long, muscular leg dangled lazily off the edge, the other bent at the knee, foot planted flat against the

Elias didn’t trust himself to speak. Instead, he slid the master key into the lock. The metallic click echoed far too loudly in the sleeping block—the sound of surrender. He stepped inside the cell and pulled the door shut behind him, turning the key from the inside. The security camera in the corner had been conveniently “malfunctioning” for the past week, an issue he had personally delayed fixing.Zion rose slowly to his full height, towering over Elias by a good six inches, his broader frame radiating controlled power and barely leashed desire. He didn’t reach out immediately. Instead, he circled the warden once, close enough that their chests nearly brushed, close enough for Elias to feel the heat rolling off Zion’s bare skin.“You’re shaking,” Zion observed quietly, almost gently.“Shut up,” Elias rasped, but the command lacked any real force. There was only raw, aching need left.Zion stopped directly in front of him, their bodies inches apart. “Say please.”Elias’s pride shatte

Elias spun him around roughly, shoving Zion’s chest against the slick tiled wall. Cold water from an overhead showerhead sprayed across both of them, soaking Elias’s uniform in seconds. Zion braced his palms flat on the tiles, arching his back and pushing his ass out invitingly. Elias yanked the jumpsuit the rest of the way down to Zion’s thighs in one harsh motion, exposing the firm, rounded globes of his ass, the tight furl of his hole, and the heavy swing of his thick cock and balls between his spread legs.“Jesus Christ,” Elias muttered, voice hoarse. His hands gripped Zion’s hips hard enough to leave marks, thumbs spreading the cheeks apart. Zion’s hole twitched under the scrutiny, already glistening faintly from the running water.Zion pushed back against the touch, breath hitching. “Don’t go slow on my account, Warden. I can take it rough. Been fingering myself thinking about this cock for days.”The crude confession snapped the last thread of Elias’s restraint. He spat into hi

“You’re tight as fuck,” Zion muttered, voice low and filthy. “Been dreaming about wrecking this hole since the first night I had my mouth on you.” He crooked his fingers, searching—and found it. Elias’s whole body jolted as pleasure sparked white-hot up his spine. A broken sound tried to escape; he buried his face in his arm and bit down hard on the fabric of his sleeve.Zion added a third finger, pumping faster, the wet squelch of lube obscenely loud in the quiet office. Elias’s cock was trapped against the edge of the desk, leaking steadily onto the wood. His hips rocked back despite himself, chasing the stretch.“Beg for it,” Zion whispered hotly against the back of his neck, teeth grazing skin. “Tell me you need my cock.”Elias shook his head, pride warring with desperate need. Zion twisted his fingers cruelly against his prostate. A strangled whimper escaped before Elias could choke it back.“Please—” The word came out muffled, broken. “Fuck— just do it.”Zion withdrew his finger