All Chapters of Please Ruin Me, Daddy : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Selena… What the hell? You feel… different. So fucking wet and… warm. Did you touch yourself downstairs?”Liam’s voice was hoarse with shock, his smaller cock only halfway buried inside my sloppy, cum-drenched pussy. It felt pathetic. Laughably small. Like a weak finger compared to the way Kael had brutally stretched me open earlier, that thick, veined monster slamming so deep I felt it in my soul, pounding me into a squirting, screaming mess on his desk. Now my husband was sliding through the creamy load his own father had pumped into me, completely clueless that he was fucking his Daddy’s hot cum deeper into my married cunt.The filthy realization made my walls clench greedily around him, another thick trickle of Kael’s seed leaking out around his shaft and soaking his balls.I shoved harder against his chest, my breath coming in desperate pants. “Liam, stop. I can’t. Not tonight.”He stayed buried inside me, eyes wide with confusion and raw lust. “Babe… come on. You’re literally

KAEL The smell of coffee did nothing to clear my head. I stood at the counter, staring into the black liquid like it could somehow wash away what I’d done last night, but all I could taste was her. Selena. Still on my tongue from last night. Still on my fingers. My cock had been half-hard since I woke up, throbbing every time I remembered how she’d squeezed around me like she was made for Daddy’s dick. I was forty-seven. I’d known Selena since she was a baby, her mother and I grew up together. I watched that girl take her first steps, lose her baby teeth, grow into the stunning woman who somehow ended up married to my son. I buried every inappropriate feeling the moment Liam brought her home as his fiancée. I told myself I was protecting the family. Last night I destroyed that lie with every brutal thrust. The guilt sat like lead in my chest. But the hunger… fuck, the hunger was worse. I could still hear her broken little “Daddy… please” moans echoing in my skull.

KAEL The highway blurred under my tires as I gripped the steering wheel so tight . Every mile I put between me and that house felt like I was tearing my own skin off. I should’ve felt relief. Instead, my cock was still rock hard, throbbing painfully against my zipper because of her. Selena. I got home, slammed the door, and paced the living room like a caged animal. I fucking ignored all the available work emails. And under the cold shower? I lasted three minutes before my hand wrapped around my thick, aching cock, stroking hard under the water as memories flooded me. Her tight, married pussy stretching around me on my desk. The way she squirted when I called her my filthy little whore. Those broken, desperate moans — “Daddy… please… ruin me.” Her eyes rolling back as I pumped load after load deep inside her while my son slept upstairs. “Fuck… Selena,” I growled, pumping my fist faster, thumb swiping over the swollen head. I imagined bending her over the kitchen tab

SELENA The morning light felt too bright, too normal for the chaos raging inside me. Liam was already up, humming in the kitchen doing whatever absurd thing he thinks he's doing. I could hear him making breakfast; pancakes, fresh coffee and whatever. He was trying so hard, now every kind gesture felt like a knife twisting deeper. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my body still aching in the best and worst ways. Kael’s last text burned in my mind: ‘This has to stop.’ Nothing after that. Nothing at all. He’d really done it. He’d walked away like last night meant nothing, like he hadn’t ruined me for anyone else. My hand slipped under the covers before I could stop myself. I was soaked again. Swollen. Sensitive. I circled my clit slowly, biting the pillow as memories flooded me. Kael's thick cock stretching me open, his hand around my throat, that deep growl of “good girl” while he filled me. My hips rolled against my fingers, chasing the high I couldn’t get fro

The phone felt like a live grenade in my hand. I stared at Liam’s phone screen until the words blurred. My hands were shaking so badly I almost dropped it. Mia. His ex. A baby?! The woman he supposedly left behind before our wedding. My stomach twisted violently. I placed the phone back exactly as I found it, then rolled away from Liam as far as the bed would allow. Tears burned hot down my cheeks, soaking the pillow. I pressed my face into it to muffle the broken sound that escaped me. My chest hurt so badly I thought my heart was actually cracking open How long had this been going on? Before our wedding? During our honeymoon? While I was crying myself to sleep because he was always “too tired”? How many times had he told me he was “working late” or “had an emergency meeting” while he was actually dealing with her? How many nights had I touched myself thinking about Kael while my own husband couldn’t even get hard for me cause hw was emotionally entangled with another