Todos los capítulos de Daddy's Forbidden Little Pet: Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

Ivy wore the jeans.Tight. Dark. No panties underneath, so the seam sat right against her bare pussy all day. Every time she sat, it rubbed. Every time she stood, she felt how wet she already was. By closing, the denim was a problem she could not think her way out of.The last client left at 8:12.Ivy flipped the sign, killed the front lights, and went to the back room without waiting by the door this time.The storage closet smelled like cape fabric and peroxide. Shelves packed with color tubes, foil, boxes of gloves. One lock that actually caught.She left it unlocked for him.Then she waited.The shop door opened up front. Closed. Locked.Footsteps.Roman filled the closet doorway and looked at her like the jeans were a gift he intended to ruin.“Turn around.”Ivy turned.His hands came around her hips, then down, cupping her through the denim, pressing the wet seam into her clit.“You’ve been sitting on this all day.”“Yes.”“Poor thing.” He wasn’t sorry. He popped the button. Dra

The rain took the power at 9:17.Sienna was already in a tank top and sleep shorts when the house went dark. Her sister, Paige, had called from the airport two hours earlier, voice bright and stranded.“Flight’s dead. They’re putting us up near the terminal. Can Cole crash at yours? His place is forty minutes and the roads are ugly.”Sienna had said yes because that was what a good sister said.Now Cole Brennan was in her living room with a wet shirt clinging to his chest and a bottle of wine he had found in her kitchen like he lived there.Paige’s fiancé.Six weeks from the wedding.Sienna lit two candles and told herself not to look at his mouth.She looked anyway.Cole was taller than he had any right to be in her small house. Dark hair damp. Forearm flexing when he poured. The kind of handsome Paige liked to show off at dinners while Sienna sat across the table pretending she had never once imagined him without that polite smile.“You didn’t have to stay up,” he said.“I’m not put

Morning came in gray and honest.The rain had thinned. The power was back. The house looked like a house again, which made what they had done on the couch look worse.Sienna woke sticky.Cole was already hard against her ass, one hand on her bare stomach, thumb stroking like he had a right to be there. The cushion under her hip was damp. His cum had dried on her thigh and stayed wet where her legs were closed around it.“Don’t move,” he muttered into her hair.Sienna moved anyway, just enough to feel him slide between her cheeks.Cole cursed softly and pinned her hip.“Breakfast first,” he said. “She asked.”As if Paige had summoned herself, Sienna’s phone rang on the table.Cole reached over her and answered it on speaker before Sienna could stop him.“Hey, baby,” he said, voice easy. Morning-after easy. His other hand slid between Sienna’s legs at the same time.Sienna bit the pillow.Paige sounded bright, tired, grateful. “Did you sleep? Are the roads moving? Put Si on.”Cole rubbe

Paige was in the guest room on a work call.That was all the cover they got.Cole had shown up with a printed seating list and a smile meant for the household. Sienna had let him in wearing the dress. Nothing under it. The second the guest room door clicked, his hand was already at the back of her thigh.“Hallway,” he mouthed.Sienna barely made it around the corner.Cole pushed her to the wall beside the coat rack, lifted the dress to her waist, and found her bare and wet like she had been thinking about this since yesterday’s hug.He didn’t tease.He freed himself and shoved in.Sienna’s mouth opened. He clapped a hand over it and fucked her in short, deep strokes that made the coats whisper on their hangers.From the guest room, Paige’s voice carried, bright and professional.“No, the head table stays at eight. My sister’s on my left.”Cole’s eyes locked on Sienna’s.He thrust harder.Sienna moaned into his palm.He put his mouth to her ear, barely sound. “She’s seating you next to

They left Monday morning with matching carry-ons and a kiss on Noa’s mouth in the hallway, like that was a normal way to say goodbye to the girl next door.Camille put the spare key back in Noa’s palm.“Bed,” she said. “At least once.”Grant’s eyes dropped to Noa’s shorts. “Wear something of ours when you do it.”Then they were gone.The apartment stayed quiet until Thursday night.Noa told herself she was only going over to water the fiddle leaf that had been fine the whole time. She watered it. Then she walked down the hall like the bedroom had been pulling her by the wrist since Sunday.Their bed was huge. White sheets. Camille’s perfume in the pillow. Grant’s watch on the nightstand like he would be back any second.Noa opened the closet.She put on Camille’s black silk robe and nothing else.The fabric slithered over her nipples and stopped mid-thigh. She climbed into the middle of their mattress, let the robe fall open, and spread her legs on sheets that didn’t belong to her.Sh