All Chapters of Daddies Inferno: Tales of Dominance and Devotion: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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My step uncle's summer claim #1

~Becca's POV~ My step-uncle Jameel hasn't visited in ten years. Now he's back, and staying for a whole month. But the thing is... he doesn't know I've seen his dick pic on my step-mom's phone.That single image, a high-angle shot of a thick, veiny cock standing proud against dark skin, the head glistening and wide... had been burned into my retinas for six months. I’d found it while looking for a photo of my dog on my step-mother’s iPad, and instead of closing the tab, I’d spent an hour zooming in, imagining exactly how that weight would feel stretching me open. I was nineteen, hormonal, and starved for something dangerous. Jameel was the exact definition of danger.When the black SUV pulled into the driveway, my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. I stood on the porch, wearing a sundress that was just a little too short and a neckline that dipped just low enough to tease.Then he stepped out.The photos didn't do him justice. Uncle Jameel was a mountain of a man, h

My step uncle's summer claim #2

The words had barely left his lips before he slammed into me again, the "wrongness" of it acting like fuel to a fire. If he was fighting his conscience, he was losing spectacularly, and I was the one reaping the rewards."Wrong?" I gasped, my voice sounding wrecked, a high-pitched whine of need. "Fuck the wrong... just... give me more."Jameel let out a sound that was half-growl, half-sob, his grip on my hips tightening until I knew there would be bruises tomorrow. He didn't just thrust; he hammered. Each impact was a wet, heavy thud that vibrated through my entire skeleton. I could feel the sheer girth of him stretching my walls, pushing past every boundary, hitting my cervix with a blunt force that made my toes curl and my vision blur."You're so fucking tight," he groaned, his voice a raw, guttural rasp against my ear. "Like you were made just to take this. You've been craving this. Thinking about me while you're alone in your room, rubbing yourself raw imagining this cock insid

My step uncle's summer claim #3

The second wave of stimulation hit me like a physical blow. My body was still humming from the first climax, my nerves were raw and hypersensitive, and Jameel knew it. He didn't start slow this time; he dove right back in, his fingers moving with a ruthless, practiced efficiency that made my breath hitch in a jagged sob."You like being my little secret, don't you?" he murmured, his voice a dark velvet caress against my ear, while his hand worked me with a frantic intensity. "Sitting here, playing the good little niece, while I've got you dripping all over my fingers. You're such a tease Becca."I tried to focus on the conversation. Aunt Martha was now lecturing my step-mother about the proper way to glaze a ham, her voice a shrill drone that felt miles away. The world had shrunk down to the space between my thighs and the predatory rhythm of Jameel’s hand. He was grinding his thumb into my clit with a pressure that was almost painful, but in a way that made me want to scream.I shi

My step uncle's summer claim #4

I spent the next few days in a state of perpetual, low-simmering arousal. Every time Jameel walked into a room, the air seemed to thicken, making it hard to breathe. We didn't talk about the bathroom incident... we didn't have to. The secret lived in the way his eyes lingered on my chest, or the way my thighs would instinctively press together whenever he spoke my name in that low, possessive rumble.The house felt smaller with him in it, the tension stretching between us like a wire pulled too tight. I found myself dressing for him, choosing the shortest skirts and the thinnest fabrics, wanting to see that predatory glint return to his eyes. I was addicted to the danger of it, the thrill of being owned by a man who was strictly forbidden.A few days later, the house was finally empty. My parents had gone to a weekend retreat, leaving me alone with Jameel. The silence of the large home was oppressive, but it felt like an invitation. I had spent the afternoon in my room, wearing noth

Craving Daddy's Cock #1

~Celine's POV~ The steam clung to the tiled walls of the bathroom, turning the room into a humid, white sanctuary. I leaned my forehead against the cool ceramic, the contrast of the chilled wall and the scalding water cascading down my back making my skin prickle. It was my birthday... another year older, and yet I felt like I was rotting from the inside out in this sterile, modern apartment.I didn't want a cake. I didn't want a card. I wanted to be touched until I couldn't remember my own name.My hand slid down, my fingers slick with soap and water, gliding over the curve of my hip before diving straight between my thighs. The moment my middle finger brushed against my swollen clit, a sharp, electric jolt shot straight to my spine. I gasped, my legs trembling, my thighs spreading instinctively to give me better access.God, I’m so fucking needy, I thought, a whimper escaping my throat.I began to rub, circling the sensitive nub with a frantic, desperate pressure. I was throbbing

Craving Daddy's Cock #2

The silence in the living room was heavy, thick with a tension that felt like a physical weight pressing against my chest. I stood there, dripping and exposed, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I expected him to look away, to apologize, to scramble for a towel and flee the room in a panic of familial propriety.But Diego didn't move. He didn't even blink.His eyes remained locked on mine, then slowly, agonizingly, they drifted downward. He traced the line of my throat, the swell of my breasts, the way my nipples were peaked and hard from the sudden chill of the room, and finally, he lingered on the wet, glistening folds between my thighs. He looked at me with a hunger so raw it felt like he was tasting me from across the room."You're not wearing a stitch of clothing, Celine," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated in the very center of my pelvis. "And you're soaking wet."I couldn't speak. My throat was tight, my breath coming in shallow, jagge

Craving Daddy's Cock #3

The air in the living room felt like it was vibrating, charged with a static electricity that made every hair on my body stand on end. I laid there, splayed open on the couch, my breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. I felt utterly exposed, not just physically, but emotionally. I was baring every hidden, shameful craving I’d ever had for this man, and the way he looked at me, like I was a feast he had been waiting years to devour... made me feel more seen than I had in years of marriage to Julio.Diego didn't rush. He took a sadistic pleasure in the anticipation, standing over me while he continued to stroke that massive, pulsing length of him. The sound of his hand sliding over his slick skin was the only thing filling the silence, a wet, rhythmic friction that mirrored the throb between my legs."You're shaking, Celine," he noted, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Your little flower is practically weeping for me. I can see it glistening from here."I let out a broken whimpe

Craving Daddy's Cock #4

The silence in the room was suffocating, broken only by the frantic, uneven rhythm of my breathing and the distant, persistent electronic chirp of the phone. Diego didn't move. He remained poised over me, a predator savoring the moment of total surrender. His cock, slick with a mixture of my cream and his own pre-cum, was a hot, throbbing weight pressing against my swollen entrance.Just as I thought he might answer, he shifted. He didn't push in, but he let the broad, blunt head of his dick glide slowly, agonizingly, along the length of my slit. It was a teasing, torturous stroke that sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to my core, making my thighs quiver uncontrollably. He looked deep into my eyes, his gaze dark and challenging, daring me to choose between the safety of my marriage and the filth of this desire.A flash of panic surged through me. Julio. My husband. He’s right there, just a button press away. I could almost picture him... the man I had sworn my life to, t

Craving Daddy's Cock #5

The sound of the front door clicking shut was like a gunshot in the oppressive silence of the room. My heart didn't just beat; it hammered against my ribs, a frantic, trapped animal. I was still pinned against the wall, my legs trembling so violently I could barely stand, and the sensation of Diego’s thick, hot cum leaking steadily down my inner thighs was an obscene, pulsing reminder of what had just happened."Celine? I'm home!" Julio’s voice echoed from the entryway, bright and brimming with a happiness that felt like a physical blow to my chest.I gasped, my eyes snapping to Diego. He hadn't moved. He remained standing there, naked and magnificent, his chest still heaving slightly from the exertion of ruining me. He didn't look panicked. He looked satisfied. A slow, predatory smirk played on his lips as he watched the terror bloom in my eyes. He loved this. He loved the risk, the betrayal, and the sheer power of knowing that while Julio was walking through the door, I was st

Craving Daddy's Cock #6

The tension reached a breaking point after dinner.Julio, feeling the effects of the wine and the long day, stood up and stretched. "I'm going to hop in the shower and wash the travel off me before we relax for the night. Why don't you two catch up in the living room?""Of course, son," Diego said, his voice smooth as silk. "Take your time."The second Julio disappeared down the hallway and the sound of the shower began to hiss, a steady, drumming noise that provided a veil of privacy... the atmosphere in the room shifted instantly.I didn't even have time to breathe before Diego was on me.He didn't say a word. He grabbed my arm and yanked me toward the guest bathroom, his grip bruising and possessive. He slammed the door shut and locked it with a sharp click.Before I could even gasp, he had me pinned against the marble sink. He didn't bother with foreplay; he didn't need to. I was already dripping, my body screaming for him. He reached down, ripped my robe open, and shoved my leg

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