All Chapters of TOUCH ME MORE, DADDY: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 5: Lost in the Moment We stayed locked together on the couch, lips moving hungrily. I could not get enough of Sera’s taste, the soft sounds she made every time our tongues met. My hands roamed her back under her sweater while she gripped my shoulders tighter. “Sera,” I whispered against her mouth, breathing hard. “I do not want this day to end. Tell me you feel this too.” She pulled back just enough to look at me, her hazel eyes dark with want and her lips shiny. “I feel it, Ronan. I have been curious about you for weeks. The way you get quiet in class but your eyes say everything. Kiss me again. Do not stop.” I kissed her deeper, sucking on her bottom lip until she moaned softly. We shifted together and slid down from the couch onto the living room floor, never breaking contact. I ended up on my back with Sera straddling me, her curls falling around us like a curtain. “This feels even better down here,” I said, running my hands up her thighs over her jeans. “You are so w

Chapter 2: Living Room Claim The morning light streamed through the big windows and woke me up first. I stretched on the bare mattress, my body still buzzing from last night. Cassian lay beside me, his strong arm draped over my waist. I turned and kissed his shoulder. “Good morning, baby. Ready to start claiming this house like you promised?” He opened his eyes and smiled that hungry smile. “Hell yes, Elowen. Get that sweet ass downstairs to the living room. I am not waiting another minute.” We walked down naked, hands all over each other. The empty living room felt even bigger in daylight. Cassian backed me straight into the corner near the tall windows, my back pressing against the cool wall. “Right here, baby. First fuck in our new house and it is going to be missionary so I can watch every expression on your face,” he said, lifting one of my legs around his hip. His thick cock rubbed against my already wet slit. “You are soaked just thinking about it. Tell me how bad you want

Chapter 4: Upstairs Hall & Bathroom We barely finished catching our breath in the dining area before Cassian grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the stairs. Cum still leaked down my thighs with every step. “Come on, Elowen. The upstairs needs us now. I am not stopping until every corner of this house knows who owns this pussy.” I laughed breathlessly and followed him up. “You are going to wear me out before we even buy furniture, Cassian. But yes. Fuck me at every corner like you promised.” The empty hallway upstairs felt wide and open. He stopped in the corner near the top of the stairs and sat down right on the floor, back against the wall. His cock stood hard and slick from before. “Get on top, baby. Cowgirl right here in the hallway. I want you riding me where anyone walking up the stairs could see if they looked.” He pulled me down onto his lap. I straddled him and sank onto his thick cock slowly, moaning as he filled me again. “Mmhhph.. Cas…Siam... You feel so deep like t

Chapter 6: Every Last Corner The final full day in our new house felt like the best kind of marathon. I woke up leaking Cassian cum from the night before and immediately pulled him close. “Cassian, we still have so many corners left. The staircase, the guest room, your office, the garage. I want you to fuck me in all of them today before we bring in more furniture.” He grinned and kissed me hard. “That is exactly what we are doing, Elowen. Every last spot gets my cock and my cum. Start with the stairs.” He led me to the staircase and sat on one of the wide steps. “Ride me right here, princess. Cowgirl on the stairs.” I straddled him and sank down onto his thick cock with a long moan. “Ahhh… Cassian. You fill me so perfectly every single time.” I rolled my hips slow at first, then faster, bouncing on him while gripping the railing. “This staircase is ours now. I am going to ride you here every time we go up to bed.” “Fuck yes, baby. Bounce harder. Let me watch those tits while yo

Chapter 2: First Cracks “Alexander, you really didn’t have to come over again today. The faucet was just dripping a little,” I said, standing in the kitchen doorway in a thin white crop top that barely covered the bottom of my tits and a pair of tiny denim shorts that rode up my ass cheeks every time I moved. I told myself it was just comfortable since I was home alone, but deep down I knew better. After last night, my body had been on edge, aching for more of that filthy attention from him. He wiped his hands on a rag, tools spread out on the counter, that silver hair slightly messy from leaning under the sink. At fifty-two he still looked solid, arms thick with veins from years of whatever rich men did to stay in shape. “Nonsense, Sophie. Can’t have you dealing with leaks while your parents are off sipping cocktails. Besides, I enjoy fixing things for you.” His eyes flicked up, lingering on the way my nipples poked against the thin fabric before he met my gaze with a slow smile.