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

CHAPTER 3:Lila Beaumont’s heels sank into the plush carpet of the limo as I slid into the backseat after another soul crushing elite event. The charity auction had been endless fake laughter, greedy bids, and leering old men who saw me as arm candy. My short emerald dress clung to every curve, the slit riding high on my thigh, and I was buzzing with unmet energy. Dominic waited behind the wheel, his massive frame rigid in that crisp black suit, sharp jaw illuminated by dashboard lights. Forty-seven, ex-military, and radiating barely leashed power. My Driver Daddy.“Home, Miss Beaumont?” he asked, voice gravel rough as the engine purred to life.I leaned forward, pressing my breasts against the partition, my breath fogging the glass. “Not yet, Dominic. Take the long highway route. The dark one. I need time to unwind after smiling for all those fossils.” My fingers traced the neckline of my dress. “Did you watch me tonight? Imagining peeling this dress off your spoiled little princess?

Chapter 1:My heart still raced from the chaos as our armored SUV sped away from the downtown event venue. At nineteen, being an influencer meant constant spotlight, but tonight’s security scare made it terrifyingly real. Some obsessed fan had pushed through the crowd with a knife, screaming my name. Security tackled him fast, but the blade glinted inches from my arm before they did.“Daddy, I’m fine,” I said into my phone, voice shaky but bratty as I slumped in the backseat. “It was just one crazy. No need to”“No arguments, Sofia,” my father’s voice boomed through the speaker. “Viktor is now your shadow 24/7. He’s the best ex-special forces, forty-six years old, and he doesn’t fuck around. This ends the games.”I glanced at the massive man beside me. Viktor Kane filled the seat like a wall of muscle, heavily tattooed arms crossed over his broad chest, dark ink peeking from his collar and sleeves. Sharp jaw, ice blue eyes that missed nothing, terrifyingly calm even after the incide

Chapter 3:I sat up on the silk sheets, still completely naked, my skin flushed and tingling from Viktor’s thorough inspection. The penthouse suite felt smaller with his massive, tattooed frame looming over the bed, ice blue eyes locked on me like I was both precious cargo and a live grenade. At nineteen, I’d never felt this alive under someone’s protection.“Stay closer tonight, Viktor,” I whispered, reaching for his inked forearm. “After that knife scare, I don’t want to be alone. You make me feel safe… and so much more. Please, Bodyguard Daddy.”He exhaled slowly, jaw tight, but didn’t pull away. “You’re testing every limit, princess. The check is done. You’re safe. I should be outside that door.”Before I could beg again, his phone buzzed sharply. Viktor answered instantly, voice calm steel. “Kane. Talk.”I watched his face harden as the security team reported another incident downstairs… a suspicious man trying to access the private elevator, muttering my name. Another close call

Chapter 5:Viktor carried me effortlessly from the window, his massive tattooed arms cradling my cum filled body like I was the only thing worth protecting in the world. His possessive kiss lingered, deep and claiming, as the city lights continued to sparkle far below. At nineteen, I was utterly ruined for anyone else.“More, Bodyguard Daddy,” I whispered against his lips, legs wrapping tighter around his waist. “Don’t put me down. I can feel your cum leaking out already, guarding my womb just like you promised.”Viktor’s ice blue eyes burned with darker obsession as he laid me on the massive bed but immediately flipped me onto all fours. “You’re mine now, princess. Completely. No more teasing without consequences.” His thick cock, still hard and slick with our combined juices, nudged back inside me from behind in one smooth thrust. “Every night, every trip I’m breeding this young pussy until you’re swollen with my child. No one else will ever touch what I protect.”I moaned loudly,

Chapter 2: Rebuilding and Rising Sparks The next morning, soft light filtered through the willow leaves as Lia and I set out on our first grove walk. Dew clung to the long, graceful branches like tiny diamonds. My sketchbook felt lighter in my bag, a small victory after months of it gathering dust. “Ready for this?” Lia asked, bumping my shoulder playfully as we stepped onto the winding dirt path. Her camera hung around her neck, ready to capture the world. “No 5 a.m. torture today, I promise. Just a gentle loop. Breathe it in, Rose. This place has magic.” I inhaled the fresh, earthy scent. “It does. I already feel my shoulders dropping. Back home, every walk reminded me of Claire dragging me to networking events where I’d stand there feeling like an accessory. Here? It’s peaceful. Thanks for dragging me out of bed.” Lia laughed, linking her arm with mine for a moment. “Dragging? You were up before me, staring out the window with that dreamy artist look. I love that about you.