Semua Bab All For… Daddy: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Chelsea.My entire body felt like it was on fire. A million tiny flames crawling up my thighs, licking higher and higher, threatening to make me even wetter with every filthy thought. My pussy was pulsing so hard it almost hurt. I kept shifting in my seat, the short denim skirt riding up my thighs as I pressed them together desperately. Every little movement made my swollen clit rub against the soaked fabric of my panties, sending sharp sparks of need through me.All I could think about was Daddy’s cock.Having it shoved down my throat yesterday. The way it stretched my mouth wide, the way it pulsed against my tongue, the way I gagged and drooled all over it like a desperate little whore. The thick, heavy weight of it. The salty taste of his cum when he flooded my mouth. God, I wanted it again. I wanted to choke on it. I wanted him to use my throat while Mom was somewhere else in the house, completely clueless.I clenched my thighs so tightly under the table it was almost pa

Chelsea.I was licking off every drop of cum from the tip of his cock like a greedy little kitten. My tongue swirled slowly around the swollen head, wiping off every trace of wetness from his shiny cap, tasting the salty mix of his release and my own spit. I sucked gently on the sensitive tip, milking the last beads of cum from his slit before dragging my tongue down the thick underside, cleaning him thoroughly.Roman watched me with dark, hungry eyes.Then he arched my head backward with a firm grip on my hair, forcing me to look up at him. He slapped his heavy, still-hard cock against my swollen lips — once, twice, harder.“You’re such a dirty little slut, huh?” he groaned, slapping his thick cock against my mouth again, the wet sound obscene. “Look at you… on your knees under the dining table, licking Daddy’s cum like it’s your favorite meal.”“Fuck, Daddy… God, I want more. Please,” I cried out, begging like a pathetic little bitch in heat. I sounded like his spoiled little da

Chelsea.God, I’d thank Mummy on my knees every fucking day for giving me a new Daddy. I’d get on all fours and kiss her feet if she knew what she’d brought into this house.A man with a thick, perfect cock that ruined me in the best possible way. I’d scream it from the rooftops every single day, but she’d never understand why. She’d never know that her precious daughter had become a cock-drunk slut for the same man who fucked her every night.I was dripping so hard. Messy and leaking all over the dining table while Roman feasted on me like a cave-starved animal. His face was buried between my asscheeks, tongue digging deep into my tight little hole as he groaned hungrily into my cunt. The vibrations sent shockwaves through my body. My hand reached behind me, fingers tangling into his hair, making it messy as I pulled him even harder against me, smearing my ass all over his handsome face.I bit my lip so hard I almost drew blood.“Oh fuck, Daddy…” I cried out, one hand pinchin

This book contains themes of incest and is intended for mature readers only. It is not suitable for all audiences. ⚠️ If you feel uncomfortable with such content or believe it may be triggering for you, please consider skipping these sections or moving on to later chapters. ⚠️ Reader discretion is strongly advised. Mia.I wanted to fuck my father. My real Daddy. Wasn’t that completely sick? Twisted? The kind of forbidden desire that should make me feel disgusted with myself?But instead, it made my pussy throb so hard I could barely think straight. I wanted it more than anything — to feel his thick cock stretching me open, to have his strong body pinning me down, to moan “Daddy” into his mouth while he ruined me completely. To cross that dangerous line from innocent daughter to his personal little slut.It started when I was sixteen. I’d woken up thirsty in the middle of the night and walked past their bedroom door, which they’d left slightly ajar. What I saw burned itself

Mia.I moaned openly the second my tongue slid out, greedy and desperate. The salty, musky taste of Daddy’s precum exploded across my tongue the moment I wrapped my lips around the swollen head. It was better than I had ever imagined — thick, warm, and addictive. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, taking him deeper while my hand stroked the thick base I couldn’t fit yet. Daddy gasped loudly and took a small step back, but I chased him instantly, crawling forward on my knees, mouth still full of his cock. I bobbed my head faster, slurping and gagging wetly around his thickness, spit already running down my chin and soaking through my thin t-shirt. I loved it. I loved every filthy second. I was a good girl on the outside — Daddy’s sweet princess. But deep down I was a filthy, dirty little bitch who only wanted what belonged to her own mother. And right now, I was so fucking grateful Mommy wasn’t here to see how happily I was worshipping her husband’s cock. Grateful she