All Chapters of DADDY’S FILTHY GIRL: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 3 Mia’s POV. Loren’s hand clamped down harder on my tit the second that gasp slipped out of me, squeezing the soft heavy flesh so rough my nipple throbbed between his thick fingers. He twisted it and pulled on it at the same time, making the sensitive tip sting in the best way while his other hand stayed shoved between my spread thighs. Those two thick fingers were still buried deep inside my soaking cunt, pumping slow and steady, dragging out wet squelching sounds every time he pushed them all the way in and curled them hard against that spot that made my stomach tighten. “Fuck, look how wet you are for me,” he muttered right against my ear, his voice low and rough so only I could hear it over the movie. “Your cunt is dripping all over my fingers like a nasty little slut who can’t control herself. You like sitting on Daddy’s lap with your stepmom two feet away, don’t you? Your pussy is clenching so tight around my fingers I can feel you trying to suck them deeper.”

Chapter 5 Mia’s POV.We barely made it two steps down the hallway before Loren shoved me through the guest bathroom door, his big hand clamped over my mouth to muffle the desperate whimper that ripped out of me. My heart was pounding so hard I felt it in my throat and straight down between my legs where my cunt was still throbbing and leaking from everything we had done on that recliner. The door clicked shut behind us but it didn’t catch properly, just hung there half-open with a thin strip of light from the hallway cutting across the floor like it didn’t care who might walk past. Loren’s other hand was already yanking my nightgown up around my waist, bunching the thin fabric high so my bare ass was completely exposed, the cool air hitting my wet skin and making me shiver even though I was burning up inside.“Get over here,” he growled, voice low and rough as he spun me around fast and bent me over the sink. My hands slapped down on the cold porcelain counter and I had to catch

Chapter 7Mia’s POV.I froze right there on Loren’s lap, my cunt still stretched wide around his thick cock buried balls-deep, my heavy tits out and bouncing from the last thrust as my body locked up in complete shock. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I felt dizzy, hot tears of pure embarrassment spilling down my cheeks and mixing with the sweat already running down my face while my pussy kept betraying me, clenching and fluttering around his fat shaft like it never wanted to let go. I tried to pull him off fast, my shaky legs scrambling for purchase on the bathroom floor, one hand flying up to cover my exposed tits and the other shoving against his chest as panic flooded through me. Oh fuck, Mum caught us, she’s going to kill me, I’m such a disgusting slut for doing this right under her nose.“Oh god, Mum—I’m so sorry, this isn’t what it looks like, please don’t hate me,” I stammered out, my voice cracking and trembling as more tears rolled down, my cunt still leaking fres

Chapter 1Sophia’s POV.Marcus kept his hand on my lower back the whole way down the hallway, firm and warm even through my shirt, steering me straight into the master bathroom like he already knew I wasn’t gonna fight him on it. The tub was huge, already filling fast with hot water that steamed up the mirrors and made the air thick. He reached over and twisted the faucet higher, testing the temperature with his fingers.“Get in,” he said, voice low and even, like this was just another normal night. “It’ll help.”I stood there shaking, face still wet from crying, my arms wrapped tight around myself. “What the fuck, Marcus? I can do it myself. Just go.”He didn’t move. Just looked at me with that calm, steady stare he always had when mom was losing her shit or I was having a meltdown. “You’re too upset to be alone right now. Your mom asked me to take care of you tonight, and that’s what I’m doing. Take your clothes off. Underwear stays if you want, but the rest comes off.”My hands

Chapter 3 My legs were shaking under the water now and I couldn’t close them because he had his body blocking me. More of my slick was leaking out around his fingers, mixing with the bath water and making everything messier. He added a third finger and I cried out, the stretch burning hotter but my pussy clenching down hard around them anyway. “That’s it, open up for me,” he growled, pumping his fingers faster now, the heel of his hand grinding against my clit with every thrust. “Your ex never made this pussy this wet, did he? Bet he never finger fucked you like this until you were dripping down your thighs. Say it. Say your stepdad’s fingers feel better.” I shook my head but the moans kept coming out of me. “No… I can’t say that… it’s so dirty… daddy please slow down.” The word slipped out and I felt my face burn but I couldn’t take it back. My cunt was fluttering around his fingers, getting tighter and wetter with every pump. He was finger fucking me hard now, the wat