Todos los capítulos de Daddy's Forbidden Little Pet: Capítulo 231 - Capítulo 240

Nora got in the back seat.Kane’s eyes hit the rearview.Five minutes.That was the deal.He pulled away from the restaurant while her phone buzzed with Paul’s you on your way? Nora left it unread. She sat in the dark behind her driver with the dress already at her hips, nothing underneath, and put her own fingers on her clit because he had told her to start before the alley.Kane watched.The car drifted a little.“Don’t you come,” he said.Nora’s breath broke. “Then stop looking.”He looked harder.Two minutes.Nora was soaked. The leather under her ass went wet. Kane took a corner too slow on purpose so she had to brace, thighs open, fingers shining.“Climb,” he said.Nora climbed over the console mid-block.A cab honked.Kane didn’t care.She dropped into his lap facing the windshield, yanked his pants open, and sank onto him at a red light.The stretch ripped a sound out of her.Kane’s hand covered her mouth.The light was still red.He thrust up once, twice, buried. Nora clenche

Sunday morning Kane took her once more in his bed, slow enough that it felt like a stamp.Nora on her back.Knees up.He filled her, rubbed her clit, made her look at him when she came. Then he flooded her and pushed it back in with two fingers like Sunday was just another alley.“Dress,” he said. “Nothing under it. I’m walking you to the door.”The car did not run a meter.Nora sat in the front.Kane’s hand stayed under the dress the whole drive, two fingers lazy inside her at red lights, checking that the morning had stayed put. Nora stared at the windshield and let him.Her building looked the same.Paul’s flight had landed at 11:10.It was 12:02.Kane parked out front like a driver.Got out like a man.He opened her door.Walked her to the vestibule.The bag was in his other hand.At the inner glass he stopped, put his mouth near her ear, and said, “He’s upstairs. You’re going to kiss him. If he takes you to bed this afternoon, you let him. Tonight you sit in the window at ten. If

Corin went up at 10:07.No towels.The sign was on.The door yielded.West locked the inner latch behind her before she spoke.The uniform came off because he said so with two fingers on the zipper. Shirt. Skirt. Badge last, unpinned and set on the desk like he was checking her out of her own job. Corin stood in the penthouse in black panties and a bra she should not have worn for a towel run.West looked at her like the city behind him was extra.“All of it.”The rest hit the carpet.West picked her up, dropped her on the bed, and put his mouth on her.Corin grabbed the headboard.He licked her open, two fingers in, sucking her clit until she came too loud for a floor that still had other suites. West didn’t hush her. He held her thighs and kept going until she twitched.Then he shoved his slacks down and pushed into her.Corin cried out.The stretch was deeper on a bed. West filled her in one stroke, hooked her knees up, and fucked her like the latch had bought them time. The pentho

Friday she hung the sign at 10:56.No uniform.A dress with nothing under it.West opened the door, looked at her like the city had a time limit, and had her against the wall before the latch settled.The dress went to her waist.He dropped to his knees and put his mouth on her, licking her open, two fingers in, sucking her clit until Corin came standing up, fist in his hair, the Do Not Disturb card tapping the wood behind her head.West stood and pushed into her in one stroke.Corin cried out.He fucked her in the hall, deep, urgent, Friday in every thrust. Corin came again with her back on the door. West carried her to the bed still inside her, laid her down, and took his time only because leaving was already in the room.“Train’s at 9:40 in the morning,” he said against her mouth.Corin hooked her legs around him. “I have a shift.”“You have a choice.”He rubbed her clit and slammed deeper.Corin came shaking.West pulled out, put her on her hands and knees, and entered her from be

David left at 7:40 with a kiss on Celeste’s mouth and a reminder that Evan liked his coffee black.The garage door shut.The house went quiet.Celeste stood in the kitchen in David’s shirt and nothing else.She had not showered.Evan’s mess from last night was still a slick heat between her thighs. Every step reminded her. The guest-room door across the hall stood half open like it had never closed.She poured the coffee.Carried both mugs down the hall.Evan was already awake.Sitting on the edge of the guest bed in low sweatpants, hair damp from a shower he had taken alone. Same shoulders. Same mouth. No ring. His eyes dropped to the shirt—David’s faded college one—and the bare length of her legs under it.“You listened,” he said.Celeste held out the mug. “Black.”Evan took it. Set it on the nightstand without drinking. His fingers caught the hem of the shirt and lifted.Celeste let him.She was bare underneath. Still shiny. The evidence of last night had not finished leaving her b