All Chapters of Cum on Me; Daddies pet : collections: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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My boss wants me 3

My hands were still shaking when I got home that night. I paced my apartment like a caged animal, replaying every moment in Damien’s office. The way his fingers had been inside me. The way I had moaned his name like a desperate woman while grinding against him. The worst part wasn’t the shame — it was how badly I still wanted more.I hated myself for it.Two days passed with radio silence. No texts. No surprise meetings. Just the cold silence of our ongoing corporate war. I threw myself into work, trying to forget how his mouth felt on my breasts and how perfectly his fingers had curled inside me. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw his dark, hungry gaze staring back at me.On the third night, my phone rang at 11:47 PM. Unknown number. I knew who it was before I answered.“Come to my penthouse,” Damien said, his voice low and commanding the moment I picked up. “Now.”I should have hung up. Instead, I whispered, “Why?”“Because if I wait any longer, I’m going to lose my fucking mind

my boss wants me 4

I didn’t even make it through the front door of my apartment before my phone rang again. Damien’s name flashed on the screen. My body reacted instantly — a rush of heat between my legs and my heart slamming against my ribs.“Come back,” he said the moment I answered. His voice was rough, strained. “I can’t wait anymore, Victoria. I need to fuck you tonight.”I stood frozen in my hallway, still tasting him on my lips from our last encounter. Every rational part of me screamed that this was a terrible idea. But my body was screaming louder.“I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” I whispered before I could stop myself. Is my leg tired, yes? but do i want it? absolutely yeah.When I arrived at his penthouse again, the tension in the air was almost unbearable. Damien didn’t waste a single second on words. The moment the elevator doors closed behind me, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me with raw, desperate hunger.Our mouths crashed together. His tongue dominated mine as he backed me tow

My boss wants me 5

The weeks that followed our stolen encounters turned into a dangerous dance of corporate sabotage by day and filthy, desperate surrender by night. The Apex Dynamics merger had become bloodier than ever, with both companies trading vicious blows in boardrooms and through legal teams. Yet every sharp insult Damien threw at me across the conference table only made me wetter by the time I reached his penthouse. I kept telling myself it was nothing more than hate-fueled sex. But the lie grew thinner with every orgasm he ripped from my body.Tonight, everything felt different.His text arrived at 8:17 PM: My private jet. Wheels up at 10. Black dress. Nothing underneath. Don’t make me wait.My thighs clenched as I read it. I stood in front of my mirror, sliding the slinky black dress over my naked body. The silk whispered against my bare breasts and freshly shaved pussy, making my nipples harden instantly. I felt exposed. Owned. And I hated how much I loved it.The sleek jet waited on the pr

The landlord wants payment in kind 1

The rain pounded against the tall windows of the luxurious high-rise apartment building like an unrelenting accusation. Sophia Bennett stood frozen in the marble lobby, her cheap umbrella dripping onto the pristine floor as she stared at the official letter in her trembling hands.FINAL EVICTION NOTICE — 7 DAYS TO VACATEHer rent had been late for three months. She knew this was coming, but the reality still hit like a slap. At twenty-four, Sophia was barely surviving in the city. After losing her waitressing job due to the restaurant’s closure, she had been scraping by with freelance graphic design gigs that paid next to nothing. This apartment — Unit 3204 in Voss Tower — had been her only stable place for the past year.And now, it was about to be taken away by the ruthless billionaire who owned the entire building.“Miss Bennett.” A deep, commanding voice cut through the sound of rain.Sophia looked up and her breath caught. Marcus Voss himself stood near the private elevator, tow

The lanlord wants payment in kind 2

Sophia’s knees pressed into the thick, expensive rug of the penthouse as Marcus Voss stood over her like a king claiming tribute. His thick cock rested heavy on her tongue, the salty taste of his precum spreading across her lips. She had never felt so small, so powerless… and yet so strangely alive.“That’s it,” Marcus murmured, his voice low and commanding. “Suck it properly, Sophia. Show me you understand the terms of our new arrangement.”She wrapped her trembling fingers around the thick base of his shaft — she could barely circle it completely — and took him deeper into her warm mouth. Marcus groaned in approval, one large hand tangling in her damp hair as he guided her rhythm. Not too rough yet, but clearly in control.The reality of what she was doing hit her in waves. She was on her knees for her ruthless landlord, trading her body so she wouldn’t end up homeless. The shame burned in her chest, but it mixed with a dark, unwanted heat pooling between her thighs. Her pussy was

The landlord wants payment in kind 3

Marcus gripped Sophia’s hips tightly as he buried himself to the hilt inside her. A deep groan escaped his throat. “Fuck, Sophia,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust. “This pussy feels even better than I imagined. So tight… so wet for your landlord.” Sophia moaned loudly, her fingers digging into the back of the leather couch. The stretch was intense. His cock was thicker than anything she had ever taken, filling her completely and pressing against places she didn’t know existed. “Mr. Voss… it’s too big,” she gasped, her voice shaky. Marcus chuckled darkly and pulled back slowly, only to slam back in with one powerful thrust. “It’s Marcus. And you’ll take every inch. This is your new rent, remember?” He started moving in a steady, punishing rhythm. Each deep stroke made her breasts sway heavily. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the luxurious penthouse, mixing with the distant sound of rain still hammering against the windows. Sophia’s mind was spinning. I’m actually

The landlord wants payment in kind 4

The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting a golden glow across the luxurious bedroom. Sophia woke up in Marcus Voss’s massive king-sized bed, her body deliciously sore from the night before. She was still completely naked, with faint marks on her hips from where his fingers had gripped her.Marcus stood by the window, wearing only black silk pajama bottoms that hung low on his hips. He looked every bit the powerful billionaire — muscular back and broad shoulders on full display.“You’re awake,” he said without turning around, his voice calm but commanding. “Good. Come here.”Sophia hesitated for a second, then slipped out of bed and walked toward him. She felt exposed, vulnerable. “Marcus… about last night—”He turned and pulled her into his arms before she could finish. “No regrets. You made your choice. Now you live by it.”Before she could respond, his mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss was intense from the very first second — hung

on my knees for my professors 1

I pushed open the heavy oak door to Professor Damien Black’s office at 9:47 PM, my pulse racing so violently I could feel it in my throat. The rest of Harrington University’s literature wing was eerily quiet, most students already gone for the night. Only the soft golden glow from his desk lamp lit the room.I wasn’t supposed to be here this late. Not again. But lying to myself had become my new specialty.“Miss Voss,” Professor Black’s deep, velvety voice greeted me as I stepped inside. “You’re late.”The door clicked shut behind me, and I felt that familiar rush of forbidden heat flood my body. I turned to face him. Professor Damien Black leaned back in his leather chair like he owned the entire university. His dark hair was slightly messy, the sleeves of his black dress shirt rolled up to reveal powerful forearms, and the top buttons were undone, giving me a dangerous glimpse of his toned chest. At thirty-eight, he was the kind of man who made intelligent women forget their own nam

on my knees for my professors 2

My heart pounded so hard I could barely breathe as Professor Marcus Vale locked the office door with a soft, final click. I was still sitting on Damien’s desk, my skirt bunched around my waist, legs spread, and my pussy still throbbing from the intense orgasm Damien had just given me with his fingers.This couldn’t be happening.Yet the way both men were looking at me — like I was something they’d been starving for — made fresh wetness slick my thighs.Marcus was taller and broader than Damien, with a commanding presence that filled the entire room. His dark hair was neatly styled, and his deep brown eyes burned with barely restrained hunger as they raked over my exposed body. At forty, he carried himself like a man who was used to getting exactly what he wanted.“You’ve been teasing both of us for weeks, Elena,” Marcus said, his voice low and rough as he stepped closer. “Sitting in our lectures with those innocent eyes while your mind was somewhere filthy.”I opened my mouth to respo

on my knees for my professors 3

My body was still trembling, covered in a light sheen of sweat and the evidence of what Damien and Marcus had just done to me, when Professor Julian Cross stepped fully into the office. The door locked behind him with a heavy click that sealed my fate.Julian was the youngest of the three at thirty-six, with golden-blond hair, sharp blue eyes, and a charming smile that hid a dangerously possessive nature. He had always been the most teasing during our private discussions — the one who lingered too long when handing back my papers, the one whose lingering touches on my shoulder made me ache for days.“Gentlemen,” Julian said smoothly, his eyes devouring my half-naked form sprawled across Damien’s desk. “You started the party without me. Again.”Marcus chuckled darkly, still stroking my back possessively. “She was too tempting to wait.”I should have felt mortified. Three of my professors — powerful, respected men — had me bent over a desk like their personal toy. Instead, a fresh wave

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