All Chapters of TOUCH ME MORE, DADDY: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 3: First ClaimMom announced it at breakfast the next morning. “I have to go on a weekend work trip, honey. Darius will keep an eye on things here. You two behave yourselves.” She kissed both of us and left with her suitcase. The house felt different the second her car pulled away. Darius looked at me across the table with dark eyes.“Finally alone, princess,” he said, voice low. “All weekend. No interruptions.”I felt my pulse race. “What are you going to do with me now that Mom is gone, Daddy? I have been waiting for this.” I stood up and walked to the sink, swaying my hips on purpose in my tiny shorts. He followed right behind me.He cornered me against the kitchen counter, hands on either side of me. “You know exactly what I am going to do. You have been teasing me for days. Calling me Daddy. Showing off that young body. Begging in your room last night.” His mouth crashed down on mine before I could answer.The kiss was hungry and rough. His tongue pushed deep into my mou

Chapter 1: The First Glance“Professor Crowe, the way you described Heathcliff’s obsession in Wuthering Heights today… it got me thinking about how desire can just take over everything,” I said, leaning forward in my seat at the front of the lecture hall, my short plaid skirt riding up my thighs a little as I crossed my legs. The room was emptying out after the hour, but I stayed put, heart beating faster every time his deep voice wrapped around those words about forbidden wants. God, he was something else at forty-eight, tall with that silver fox hair and broad shoulders straining against his fitted button down shirt. The way he paced while talking, gesturing with those strong hands, made my stomach tighten in ways I couldn’t ignore anymore.Ethan Crowe stopped stacking his notes and looked at me directly, his eyes drifting down to where my skirt had hiked up before snapping back to my face. A small smile tugged at his lips. “Mia, right? You always sit right here asking the sharp qu

Chapter 3: The First Make Out I stared at that text for hours before replying. “I would love to explore it, Professor. When can we meet?” His answer came quick. “Office. Tonight at 8. Deadline extension discussion.” I spent the day on edge, changing into a low cut blouse and that same short skirt with nothing underneath. By the time I knocked on his door the campus halls were mostly empty. “Come in, Mia,” he called. I stepped inside and shut the door. He sat behind his desk, silver hair lit by the lamp, sleeves rolled up showing those strong forearms. “You’re prompt. Sit. Let’s go over this extension you requested.” I sat but scooted the chair closer. “Thanks for seeing me so late. I’ve been thinking about your last text all day. The part about craving experienced touch.” My voice shook a bit but I kept going. “Your lectures do that to me, Professor Crowe. They make me ache.” He leaned forward, eyes darkening. “Be specific, Mia. What exactly aches when I lecture?” His tone

Chapter 5: Total Obsession We slipped out of the lecture hall separately. My thighs stayed slick with his cum the whole way back to the dorm. The next morning I skipped my other classes. I sent him a text. “I need you again. Your office?” He replied fast. “Door unlocked. Come now.” I walked in and locked it behind me. Professor Crowe sat at his desk grading papers. His silver hair looked messy from running his hands through it. “Mia. You are already skipping for this cock?” he asked. “Yes. I cannot focus in any other class. All I think about is you filling me.” I dropped my bag and climbed onto his lap. He pushed my skirt up. No panties again. His thick cock sprang free when I unzipped him. I sank down slow. “Mhhh… so full already.” “Ride me while I work, little slut.” He kept one hand on my hip and picked up his pen with the other. I rolled my hips steady. My tits pressed against his chest. “Professor. Your cock feels perfect inside me. I crave your cum every single day.” He t

Chapter 2: She Actually Came I still could not believe Sera was standing in my living room holding those iced coffees like this was the most normal thing in the world. My hands felt clumsy as I took mine from her. “Thanks again for coming over, Sera. And for the coffee. You really did not have to do that.” She smiled and looked around the room once more. “Honestly, Ronan, you looked so nervous in class when you asked me. Like you thought I might throw my bag at you or something. It was kind of cute. Made me curious why you finally decided to talk to me after all those months of staring.” I nearly choked on my first sip. “Staring? I was not staring. Okay, maybe a little. But only because your comments in discussion are always the best ones. Come on, let us sit on the couch. I have some snacks if you want. Chips, those fancy cookies my mom sent last week.” We settled onto the couch, closer than I expected because I had not cleared off the extra pillows. Our knees brushed as we spr