All Chapters of Daddy’s Sweet Addiction : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 1“This is the end of the road for you.” Galina Delarosa said to the lovely young woman staring back at her from the shiny reflective surface of the tiny space carrier’s outer hull. Her deep blue eyes were misty, dark hair set firmly in a tight braid, and her sleek bodysuit delineated every tantalizing curve of her young body. She couldn’t have looked more appealing than a juicy lamb set up for slaughter.The year 2215 had just begun and everything on Earth was just the same as it had been for the last hundred or so years. Exhausted of its natural resources, the population of the planet relied on raw materials from its various space stations and settlements around the Solar System. The sector M-69 also known as Hagar Mills was one such settlement on Earth’s nearest neighbor, Mars, the red planet.Life on Mars was difficult. After terra forming the planet’s surface and creating an artificial hospitable atmosphere, the settlers from Earth formed their own government and by the y

Chapter 3“I know what women like you want most of all, my lovely.” He said,thrusting his pelvis forward, his swollen pre-cum covered cockhead an inchfrom her face. “You want to wrap your sweet lips around a treat like this.”“Oh, we do… we do.” She nodded weakly.He reached down and grasped her head, pulling her closer to him. Her lipsbrushed the gleaming head of his erect organ and he sighed. She looked upat him, smiling, and opened her moist lips, her tongue flicked out to tastehis arousal for her. She felt him shudder at her contact and breathe heavily.Her tongue slipped under the cockhead and she swirled if all over. Hegrunted and grabbed a fistful of her hair, urging her to take him in. Galinaobliged without any further encouragement, taking the whole head into herwarm moist mouth.“Oh, goddess, yeah!” He moaned. “That’s what I’ve been missing…respect and love.”“M-hmm!” She managed to moan, pushing more of him down her throat.She nearly gagged, her saliva coating him

Chapter 2She might be in the middle of menopause, but sex was one thing that hadn’t been affected by the hormonal changes in her body. If anything, she wanted it more now than she had during her marriage. She always told herself that it was the man she was married to, more than her own lack of interest, that doomed their sex life. Several years later, she’d discovered that she’d been right. She wasn’t a slut, but she wasn’t a prude either.Ellie threw Matt’s laundry in first, starting a massive dark load that would take time to wash, dry, and fold. She knew he could do it himself while he was in school, but she simply couldn’t resist pampering him a little when he came home, which he did every break. Heading back upstairs, Ellie decided that pizza and beer was the order for dinner.“Hey, what do you guys think about pizza and beer? I’m starved personally.”“Sounds good to me, Mom. I’m going to go take a shower. When I get done, Chase and I can go pick it up.”“Don’t worry about it. I

Chapter 4Ellie tried hard to concentrate on running. She focused on her breathing, using her muscles to her advantage, and keeping a steady pace, but beneath the surface, her mind was consumed with what she’d done with Chase. Kissing wasn’t the problem—unless you counted the fact that she’d been kissing her only son’s best friend. What the hell was she thinking? She fought the grin that wanted to spread across her face. She knew exactly what she was doing as a woman. An insanely good-looking man seemed to be interested in her. Did it matter that he was nearly eighteen years her junior? Not in today’s world.Still, Ellie knew Matt would not look favorably on his best friend and mom being involved, not in the least. The run went well as they set a decent pace toward town. After the first five miles, Ellie was definitely feeling the burn of the extra distance.“Only two more to go, Ellie. You can do it. Then we’ll take a break before we head back,” Chase encouraged.“Sounds…good…” Ellie

Chapter 2:The clock on the dining room wall ticked with a precision that felt like a countdown. Julian sat at the head of the long mahogany table, a single cup of black coffee steaming beside a stack of folders. He didn't look at his watch; he didn't need to. He could feel the vibration of footsteps in the hallway, the slight hesitation in the stride.Seven-oh-one.The door opened, and Clara stepped in. She was wearing the navy dress—a modest, high-necked sheath that hugged her curves without revealing a hint of skin. Her hair was pulled back into a tight, severe bun. She looked like a debutante from a different century, but her eyes still held that flickering spark of rebellion."You're late," Julian said, his voice a flat line."It's one minute, Julian. I'm not sure the world is ending because of sixty seconds.""In my world, sixty seconds is the difference between a successful negotiation and a public execution. Sit."Clara slid into the chair opposite him, the fabric of th