All Chapters of TOUCH ME MORE, DADDY: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter FourThe house was silent after Sam left me on the couch, but my body was still humming with the aftershocks of what he’d done. I sat there panting, thighs pressed together, feeling the slick evidence of my climax cooling against my skin. His touch lingered everywhere on my lips, my breast, between my legs. That final look he gave me before walking away had shifted something deep inside me. Those hazel green eyes, usually warm and teasing, had burned with raw hunger. I couldn’t let it end there. Not tonight.I was done being the lonely girl who only whispered his name in secret. Determined, I stood up on shaky legs and made my way to the kitchen. Daisy was still out, and the empty house felt like permission. My hands trembled as I pulled out a bottle of vodka from the cabinet where her parents kept the liquor. I poured a generous glass, then another. The burn slid down my throat, warming my chest and loosening the tight knot of nerves. Liquid courage. I needed it if I was goin

Chapter Six Sam’s eyes burned into mine after my plea, those unique hazel-green depths swirling with lust and the last threads of hesitation. “Ivy…” he breathed my name like a warning and a prayer. But when I squeezed his bulge again, rolling my palm over the thick outline, something in him snapped. He kissed me hard, devouring my mouth as he quickly shoved his trousers and boxers down his hips. His cock sprang free long, thick, and impossibly hard, the head already glistening. It was bigger than I’d imagined, veined and heavy against my thigh. The sight made my core clench with fresh need. We made out furiously as he positioned himself between my spread legs. His broad, tall body covered me completely, muscles flexing as he braced on one forearm. Our tongues tangled in a wet, desperate dance while his free hand guided his cock to my entrance. He rubbed the thick head up and down my slick folds, teasing my clit until I was whimpering into his mouth. “Please, Sam,” I gasped against

Chapter 2: The EdgeMy heart slammed against my ribs as Jax’s fingers brushed higher, teasing the lace edge of my panties. The rooftop bar hummed with life just yards away laughter, clinking glasses, a bass line thumping through the speakers. Anyone could wander over here. The thought sent a fresh rush of heat between my legs.“Prove it,” I’d whispered. Now his dark eyes locked on mine, hungry and amused.“Careful what you ask for, Cora,” he murmured, voice rough. “You say that again and I won’t stop at teasing.”I didn’t say it again. I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into the shadowed corner where the railing met a half-wall covered in climbing vines. Dim string lights barely reached us. It was reckless. Stupid. Perfect.His mouth crashed into mine before I could second-guess. Hot. Demanding. No gentle exploration just pure need. I moaned into the kiss, tasting whiskey and sin on his tongue. His hands roamed down my sides, gripping my hips and yanking me flush against

Chapter 4: DeeperWe barely made it to the elevator of his building two blocks away. The cab ride had been torture stolen kisses in the backseat, his hand under my dress again, my fingers tracing the outline of his hardening cock through his pants. By the time his apartment door clicked shut behind us, I was aching all over again.Jax pinned me against the door the second we were inside, but this time it was slower. Deliberate. His mouth moved over mine like he wanted to memorize the taste. “You okay?” he murmured, pulling back just enough to search my eyes. “That was intense up there.”“More than intense.” I smiled, still breathless, running my hands up his chest. “I’ve never done anything like that. Never even thought I could.” My voice dropped. “I needed it, though. Needed to stop thinking for once.”He brushed a strand of hair from my face, surprisingly gentle. “Why’s that, Cora? What are you running from tonight?”I hesitated, then decided to be honest. The vulnerability felt sa

Heat of the DayThe morning sun poured through the windows of my room, already promising another scorching Chicago summer day. I had barely slept after the events of last night, my mind replayed the image of Stella standing naked in her room like a constant loop. My father and Elizabeth had announced over breakfast that they would be out running errands for most of the day, leaving the house quiet and empty except for the two of us. I nodded along casually, but inside, anticipation coiled tight in my chest. This was an opportunity I had not expected so soon.I stood at my bedroom window overlooking the backyard, drawn there by the sound of water splashing. There she was. Stella moved through the infinity pool with graceful strokes, wearing nothing but a skimpy white bikini that barely qualified as clothing. The thin fabric clung to her wet skin like a second layer, the top straining against the full, heavy curves of her breasts. Her nipples pressed prominently against the material, h