Todos os capítulos de WET FOR DADDY: Daddy One Shots: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Sebastian, Jax, and Tyler stopped pretending entirely. Their eyes were locked on the obscene sight of Rhys’s thick cock disappearing into my pussy. I could see the obvious, straining bulges in their pants. They were all rock hard, cocks tenting their sweatpants as they watched.Rhys groaned deeply, his grip on my hips tightening as he lifted me again and slammed me back down onto his cock. The wet, filthy sound of him thrusting into my soaked pussy echoed through the room.“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he growled hotly against my ear. “Even after I filled you earlier… this greedy little cunt is still milking me so perfectly.”He started fucking me like that — lifting and dropping me onto his cock in a steady, deep rhythm while staying seated. My soft ass jiggled against him with every powerful thrust. My moans grew louder, shameless, impossible to hold back as his thick cock dragged along every sensitive spot inside me.Sebastian was the first to pull his cock out — long, thick, and

He pulled his fingers out, lined up the thick, pierced head of his cock, and thrust into my ass in one smooth, powerful stroke.I cried out at the intense stretch. The Prince Albert piercing felt incredible inside my ass — a strange, hard pressure that made every movement electric and overwhelming. The double penetration was mind-shattering. Tyler’s thick cock filling my pussy while Jax’s pierced cock stretched my ass made me feel fuller than I ever thought possible.They quickly found a rhythm — Tyler thrusting up into my cunt while Jax fucked my ass from behind with deep, steady strokes. Their cocks rubbed against each other through the thin wall separating them, creating an intense, overwhelming sensation that had me seeing stars.I looked up and saw something that made my pussy clench violently around Tyler’s cock.Rhys was kissing Sebastian deeply, their tongues sliding together in a filthy, passionate kiss. Sebastian moaned into Rhys’s mouth as they stroked each other’s hard coc

Malakai’s voice was low, firm, and left zero room for disobedience. My heart hammered wildly as I slowly moved my hands behind me, pressing my wrists together above the curve of my ass. The cool night air brushed against my skin, making me tremble. I was painfully aware of how exposed and vulnerable I felt — bent over the hood of my own car, short skirt riding up, thin tank top doing nothing to hide my hard nipples.The metallic click of the handcuffs echoed in the quiet night like a gunshot. Cold steel closed around my wrists, locking them securely behind my back. I instinctively tugged at them, the chain rattling softly. The restraints were tight but not painful — just enough to remind me I was completely at his mercy now.Malakai stepped closer, his broad chest pressing against my back. One of his large hands rested possessively on my hip while the other slid slowly up my side, brushing the underside of my breast through the thin fabric.“You’re shaking,” he murmured, his breath hot

I never thought my life would end with a diamond-encrusted handcuff disguised as a wedding ring.The cathedral was a masterpiece of cold opulence—vaulted ceilings dripping with crystal chandeliers that cast fractured rainbows across the marble floors, banks of white lilies and blood-red roses lining every aisle like funeral wreaths for my freedom. The air smelled of beeswax candles, expensive cologne, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil that no amount of floral perfume could mask. My father sat rigid in the third pew, two of his remaining loyal soldiers flanking him like bookends, his face the color of old ash. He wouldn’t meet my eyes. Across the aisle, Dante Rossi’s men filled the rest of the church in perfect, menacing rows—black suits tailored to hide holsters, eyes scanning every shadow as if someone might try to steal the bride before the vows were spoken.I was twenty-one. Dante was thirty-eight. And this marriage was the blood price to end a decade-long war that had already

I obeyed before my mind could catch up with my body. I lay back on the cool silk sheets, knees falling open shamelessly. Dante crawled over me like a predator, caging me in completely with his larger body. The heat rolling off him was intoxicating. He notched the thick head of his cock at my entrance, rubbing it up and down my soaked slit, coating himself in my wetness.“Eyes on me,” he growled softly. “I want to watch every single second you take your husband’s cock for the first time.”Our gazes locked. Then he pushed inside.Slow. Inexorable. Relentless.I felt every thick inch stretching me open, filling me so completely I could barely breathe. A broken, high-pitched moan tore from my throat as he sank deeper, deeper, until his hips pressed flush against mine and he bottomed out with a guttural groan that vibrated through both our bodies.“Fuck…” he hissed, forehead pressed to mine, breathing ragged. “So tight. So fucking wet and perfect. Made for my cock. My perfect little wife.”