All Chapters of Teach Me To Sin, Daddy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I pulled off with a wet sound, my hand still stroking him, and looked up at him. “You taste good."His eyes were nearly black when I did so. “Come here.”He pulled me up, and I straddled his lap. His hands came up to cup my face, and he kissed me. Then his hands slid down my body, over my breasts and my stomach, until they gripped my hips. “Are you ready?" His voice was rough, strained. “Because I can't wait much longer.” I nodded, my heart slamming against my ribs. “Yes. I'm ready.” He shifted beneath me, and I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance, slick. I reached down and wrapped my hand around him, guiding him, and he groaned against my neck. “Fuck, Nina. You're so wet.” I lowered myself onto him. The stretch made me gasp. I dug my nails into his shoulders as he filled me inch by inch. He was so thick and deep that my pussy clenched around him, trying to accommodate the impossible fullness of him. He was bigger than the dildo I once used. Fuck. “Easy,” he b

I blinked. “Yo… Your Dad?”This was the first time Azeem was talking about a family member. I didn't even know he still had a relative who was still alive. He nodded as he reached for the tray. “He was the one who gave it to me.”My cheeks heated. “You told him about me?”He nodded again. “Wait.” I raised my right palm. “He knew we were having…” I gestured between the two of us, and Azeem nodded again. “Fuck!” I covered my face with my palms. “Why the fuck did you tell him we were having sex?!” I felt like tugging his hair hard, so that he could know that what he did was crazy. Who freaking does that?!“I had to,” Azeem mumbled. He reached over and peeled my palms from my face. “You don't have to be embarrassed about that. My dad is a pretty chill guy.”“There's nothing chill about this!” I covered my face once more. “I wish the fucking ground would open and swallow me.”“It's not that serious, baby. Trust me, my dad doesn't mind. And for the sex, I didn't tell him we were having s

I did. I pressed my mouth to her cunt, and she was so fucking wet that the taste of her pussy flooded my senses immediately. It was sweet, salty, and purely Nina. I dragged my tongue through her folds, savouring every inch of her. Her thighs trembled around my head, and I heard her gasp as her fingers tightened in my hair. “Fuck, Azeem.” Her hips rolled against my face, grinding her clit against my tongue. “Don't stop.”I didn't. I licked and sucked and devoured her. My fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise, but she didn't seem to hate that. She was falling apart on my tongue, and I wanted to keep her there forever.I pulled her closer, my mouth sealed to her cunt as her fingers twisted in my hair, yanking me harder against her. I groaned into her, the vibration making her thighs clench around my head.“Azeem—fuck, your tongue—” she rolled her hips and ground her clit against my mouth like she was chasing something just unreachable. The table creaked beneath her, silverwar

NINA“My dad is coming over next week.”The fork which was halfway to my mouth froze, and my heart almost lunged into my throat. I turned to look at him, shocked by his words. “What?”“My father is visiting us next week," he repeated before he took a bite of his steak. “He told me about it when we spoke on the phone earlier.”I dropped the fork on the plate. The clatter against the ceramic made me flinch, but not as much as the words still ringing in my ears.His father is freaking coming over??? That was my potential father-in-law we're talking about. Gulping, I picked up the fork again, but my trembling hand gave away my nervousness. Who wouldn't be fucking nervous in a situation like this?“Next week?” I whispered, realising he was waiting for my response. “As in… next week?”He nodded, reaching for his wineglass. “Wednesday evening.”I gulped. Wasn't this too hasty? We'd only gotten together less than a month, and I was already meeting his father? What would I expect next? A wedd

I didn't hear from Matt for five days after that. I called him, but each time I got redirected to voicemail, and he didn't respond to any of my texts. I tried so hard to reach him, but I got nothing. It was obvious he didn't want me to contact him and was making sure I didn't. “Are you okay?”I blinked at the question. “You look out of it.” Azeem ran his fingers through my hair. “Don't you like the movie I chose? Do you want me to change to another channel?”I shook my head. “It's okay. I was thinking of something.” I smiled up at him. “Don't mind me.” “Why shouldn't I? You're practically spacing out during our movie night, and you expect me not to worry?” He frowned. “You said the exam was a success, right? There's nothing wrong with it, is there?”“Of course not.” I smiled. “Don't you trust your future doctor? I aced it like I have been doing all my exams so far.” “So, you're good?”“Mm.” I bit the inside of my cheeks and kept the smile on my face so he wouldn't have to worry ab