All Chapters of All For… Daddy: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Nora. I was losing my mind. Ryder had me folded almost in half, my knees pressed tight to my chest as he slammed into me with deep, punishing strokes. His thick cock stretched my virgin pussy so wide it burned in the most delicious way, every thrust hitting so deep I felt it in my stomach. The wet, filthy slap of his hips against my ass filled the small tent, mixing with my broken, muffled moans. “Ryder… oh fuck… it’s too deep… you’re so big…” I whimpered, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of my eyes. My hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as I tried to hold on. He groaned low, leaning down to bite my neck as he fucked me even harder. “You’re taking your big brother’s cock so well, Nora. Look at you… creaming all over me like a good little sister. This tight pussy was made for me.” I was soaking the sleeping bag, my juices gushing out around his cock with every brutal thrust. The pressure inside me built higher and higher,

Ryder. I knew it was wrong. Very fucking wrong. That my obsession had grown teeth and claws. She was my little sister, for crying out loud. Like Mom said, I should be taking good care of her. And I was. Anyone would agree with that. But the moment Dad suggested Nora sit on my lap in the car, I knew I was finished. Completely ruined. Too many dirty fantasies had flooded my head at that moment — slipping my cock into her tight little cunt and slowly thrusting into her while our parents sang in the front seat. Instead, my fingers did the job. They weren’t perfect, but they made her cum so hard around them, soaking my hand. I tasted her juices afterward. It was heaven. I had fucked and tasted many girls before, but Nora — my own little sister — tasted like nothing I had ever had. Was it because she was forbidden? Because she was blood? Because she was the one girl I was never supposed to want? My head was twisted at this point. Even walking this long trail

Nora. Ryder didn’t think. He didn’t hesitate. In one swift motion, he pulled me to my feet, spun me around, and bent me over. My hands slammed against the rough bark of the tree, my back arched deeply, ass pushed out toward him like an offering. He didn’t bother pulling my leggings down. He simply tore the thin fabric with a sharp rip, the sound echoing through the quiet woods as my pussy was fully exposed to the cool air. “Fuck, Nora…” he groaned, his voice low and feral. “Look at this pretty little pussy dripping for your big brother.” I gasped as I felt the thick, swollen head of his cock rub against my soaked folds, teasing my entrance, coating himself in my juices. Then, without another word, he slammed into me. “Oh my God—Ryder!” I cried out, my voice breaking as he buried every thick inch of his cock into my tight cunt in one brutal thrust. The stretch was overwhelming, almost painful, but so fucking perfect. He was so deep, so big, filling me complet

Mia. “Anyway, we’re running late for our flight,” Dad said, glancing over at me. “Sweetheart, come say hello to Brad. Why are you so quiet over there?” “Christ, baby girl. Look at you—all grown up and absolutely stunning,” Brad rumbled, his rich, deep voice sending an electric shiver racing straight down my spine to my core. “Come here and give your Daddy a proper hug.” The word *Daddy* slammed into me like a bolt of lightning. My pussy pulsed hard, another rush of slick heat flooding my already soaked panties. I stepped forward on unsteady legs. Brad drew me close, enveloping me in his powerful arms. His body felt like solid muscle against my softer curves, his broad chest pressing firmly into my breasts. One large hand settled low on my back, fingers teasing dangerously close to the swell of my ass. His cologne wrapped around me—masculine, rich, and utterly addictive. For a moment I let myself sink into him, savoring the warmth radiating from his skin, the hard ridges

Mia. I bolted upstairs. The moment I was out of Calvin’s sight, walking turned into running. But colliding with Brad in the hallway wasn’t part of the plan. “Easy there… you’re going to hurt yourself,” Brad said, his strong hands gripping my shoulders to steady me. “Why the rush?” he asked, that deep, commanding voice sending another hot pulse straight to my aching core. “No… I wasn’t rushing. I just… wanted to change my clothes. They’re a bit damp,” I lied, my voice coming out unsteady. His gaze drifted slowly down my body, lingering on how my tiny shorts hugged my ass and the clear outline of my hard nipples pressing against my cropped top. Then he gave a small nod. “Alright. Go on,” he said, but his hands stayed on my arms a moment longer than necessary. They were torturing me. I was convinced they knew exactly what they were doing. Or maybe they didn’t. Either way, the effect was the same. I slipped past him, practically sprinting the rest of the way to the g