บททั้งหมดของ Make Me Yours Daddy: Hot Daddy Tales: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

The wind screamed outside like it wanted to tear the entire mountain apart, and every howl sent a fresh shiver racing down my spine. I clutched the thick wool blanket tighter around my shoulders, but the cold wasn’t the only thing making me tremble. My heart hammered so hard I could feel the pulse between my legs, a steady, needy throb that had been building for hours.This weekend was supposed to be simple: a quick family ski trip to celebrate Dad’s promotion. Mom, Dad, my little brother Tyler, and Marc—Dad’s best friend since college, the man who’d been a constant, larger-than-life presence in my world for as long as I could remember. Marc, with his broad shoulders, calloused hands, and that deep, gravelly voice that always made something low in my belly tighten. He was forty-eight, silver threading through his dark hair at the temples, a former Army Ranger who now ran his own successful construction company. To everyone else, he was Uncle Marc. To me… lately, he’d become something

He licked me softly through the aftershocks, then finally crawled up my body, caging me in with those powerful arms. He kissed me deep and filthy, letting me taste myself on his tongue. I moaned into his mouth, still twitching with pleasure.Marc pulled back, eyes locked on mine, voice wrecked with need.“That was just the beginning, Harper. By the time this storm ends, you’re going to be completely ruined for anyone but Daddy.”I reached down between us, palming the massive, throbbing bulge straining his sweatpants. He was huge. And I needed every inch.“Then don’t stop,” I whispered, squeezing him. “Please, Daddy… I need you inside me now.”Marc’s eyes darkened to near-black at my words. A low, dangerous growl rumbled from deep in his chest as my fingers squeezed the thick, pulsing length of him through his sweatpants. He was enormous—longer and thicker than anything I’d ever felt, the head already leaking pre-cum that soaked through the fabric against my palm.“You sure you’re read

I came again within minutes—shorter, sharper waves that made my legs shake against his shoulders. “Daddy… I can’t… too much…”“You can,” he growled against my breast, biting down gently. “You will. Come on Daddy’s cock until you forget your own name, baby girl.”He kept me folded like that for what felt like forever, pounding me senseless. The wet squelching sounds were louder now, filthy and constant. My juices and his cum coated his abs, my thighs, the bed—everything. When my next orgasm hit, I screamed so loud I was sure the storm outside couldn’t drown it out.Marc finally released my legs and rolled us onto our sides, spooning me from behind. One strong arm wrapped around my waist while the other lifted my top leg. He slid back inside me easily, the new position letting him fuck me with long, slow, deep strokes while his hand reached around to rub my swollen clit.“Feel that?” he whispered hotly against my ear, nipping the lobe. “Feel how deep Daddy is? How full you are with my c

Dad clapped him on the back. “You’re a lifesaver, man. Owe you big time.”I kept my face neutral, even as fresh slick trickled into my panties at the secret filth of it all. My ass and pussy still ached deliciously with every shift. Marc’s cum was still inside me—drying on my thighs, deep in my womb, leaking slowly from my used asshole.We ate dinner together like nothing had happened. Conversation flowed normally—ski conditions, the storm, plans for tomorrow. But under the table, Marc’s foot brushed mine deliberately. When I stood to clear plates, his hand grazed my ass in passing, a silent reminder.Later that night, as everyone settled into their rooms, I slipped into the bathroom and found a new text from Marc’s phone:Daddy: Be a good girl and keep that cum inside you until I can add more. This isn’t over.I smiled at my reflection, cheeks flushed, thighs pressing together.I couldn’t stop thinking about him.Even three days after the family returned from the mountains, every inn

The blue glow of Nikolai’s triple monitors washed over his room like some kind of digital temptation, and I stood in the doorway with my heart hammering so hard I could feel it between my legs.It was 2:17 a.m. The rest of the house was dead asleep. Mom and my stepdad were gone for the weekend, which meant the only person awake in this giant house was my stepbrother — Nikolai — hunched in his ridiculous high-back gaming chair, headset on, fingers flying across the keyboard while he trash-talked his teammates in that low, gravelly voice that always made my thighs press together.I was nineteen. He was twenty-three. And I’d been wet for him since the day our parents got married two years ago.Tonight I was done pretending.I’d spent the last hour touching myself in my room, biting my pillow so I wouldn’t moan his name too loud, but it wasn’t enough. I needed the real thing. I needed him.So I’d slipped on the tiniest pair of sleep shorts I owned — the ones that barely covered my ass — a