Todos los capítulos de Make Me Yours Daddy: Hot Daddy Tales: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Nikolai carried me across the room like I weighed nothing, his thick cock still buried deep inside my cum-filled pussy. Every step made his shaft shift inside me, pushing more of his load out to drip down my thighs and onto the hardwood floor. I clung to his shoulders, legs wrapped around his waist, moaning softly with every movement.He dropped me onto his bed on my back, following me down without ever pulling out. The mattress dipped under his weight as he settled between my spread thighs, grey eyes burning down at me with raw hunger.“You really planned this, didn’t you?” he growled, slowly rolling his hips, fucking his cum deeper into me. “Coming into my room dressed like a little slut, no panties, dripping for your stepbrother while I was live on stream.”I bit my lip and nodded, arching my back to take him even deeper. “Yes… I’ve wanted you to fuck me for so long, Nikolai. Every night I hear you gaming through the wall and I touch myself wishing it was your cock instead of my fi

The rain was merciless, slamming down in heavy sheets that soaked straight through my thin hoodie and leggings. I stood shivering under the tiny awning of my apartment building, arms wrapped around myself, phone pressed to my ear with freezing fingers. My keys were sitting mockingly on the kitchen counter inside. Jake, my boyfriend, was three states away on a work trip until Sunday. The building super wasn’t answering, and every friend I’d texted was either asleep or too far away to help at this hour.I had one last option. One extremely dangerous, extremely tempting option.Victor Hale — my boyfriend’s father.I hesitated for several long seconds, thumb hovering over his name, before finally pressing call. My heart hammered as it rang.“Riley?” His deep, velvety voice came through the line immediately, calm and concerned even at 1:17 a.m. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”Just hearing him say sweetheart in that low rumble sent an unwanted flutter through my stomach. Victor had always had t

Then he stopped teasing.Victor buried his face between my thighs like a starving man. His tongue licked broad, hungry strokes through my folds, circling my clit before dipping down to push inside me. He devoured me with filthy, obscene sounds — loud, wet slurping as he sucked on my swollen lips, flicked my clit rapidly, then sealed his mouth around it and sucked hard.I cried out, one hand gripping his silver-threaded hair, the other bracing on the island behind me. My thighs trembled around his head.“Victor— fuck— that feels so good,” I moaned, hips rolling against his face. “Your tongue… oh god, don’t stop—”He growled and doubled down. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, stretching me open as his mouth focused relentlessly on my clit. He curled those fingers perfectly, stroking that sensitive spot on my front wall while sucking my clit in rhythmic pulses.The pleasure hit me like a tidal wave.My first orgasm crashed through me without mercy. I screamed, thighs cl

I moaned loudly, forehead pressed to the glass, the city lights blurring in my vision.He ate my ass with filthy dedication — licking, sucking, tongue-fucking my tight hole while two fingers pumped into my dripping pussy. The combination of cold whiskey and his hot mouth was driving me insane.When I was shaking and whimpering, he stood up, slicked his massive cock with more whiskey and my own juices, and pressed the fat head against my asshole.“Relax for me, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice dark. “Daddy’s going to fuck this tight virgin ass while the whole city watches.”He pushed forward.The stretch was intense, burning, overwhelming. I cried out as the thick head popped past my tight ring, followed by inch after thick inch of his cock sinking into my ass. He went slow but relentless, not stopping until every inch was buried deep inside me, his hips flush against my reddened ass.“Fuck— it’s so deep— I feel so full—” I sobbed against the glass, tears of overwhelming pleasure streak

I never imagined the worst moment of my life would smell like chlorine and expensive sunscreen.The family villa was a Mediterranean dream — sprawling white stone terraces cascading down to the private beach, bougainvillea dripping from every balcony, and the turquoise sea sparkling under the late afternoon sun. Liam had bragged about it the entire flight, calling it “his family’s little slice of paradise” and making it sound like he was doing me a favor by bringing me along for his cousin’s wedding. I’d spent weeks agonizing over my outfits, trying to find something that would hide my soft belly, my wide hips, my thick thighs — anything to make him look at me with something other than disappointment.I should have known better.I’d left my suitcase in the guest wing and gone looking for Liam after he disappeared to “catch up with the guys.” The pool house door was ajar, the soft sound of moaning drifting out into the warm air. At first I thought it was someone else. Then I heard his