All Chapters of Daddy's Dirty Little Secret: A collection of spicy stories : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

RileyI was still lying on my side, legs open, his cum leaking slowly from my stretched pussy in thick white trails when he moved again. The golden light under my skin pulsed hotter, as if the room itself wanted more of us.He rose onto his knees and looked down at me with that same dark, absolute expression.“On your back. Push your tits together.”I obeyed at once, rolling onto my back and cupping my breasts, pressing them tightly around the soft valley between them. My nipples were already hard and aching. He straddled my waist, his cock still glistening with our mixed cream, heavy and flushed. He rested the thick head against the top of my cleavage, then pushed forward.The first slide of his cock between my breasts made me gasp. He was so hot and slick from being inside me that he glided easily, the shaft dragging over my soft skin. He started thrusting in slow, deliberate strokes, fucking the tight channel I made for him. Every time the head of his cock emerged from the top of m

The rain was still coming down hard when Marcus opened the rear door instead of walking away.“Get in the back,” he said.My legs were still shaking. Cream coated my inner thighs. My underwear was still shoved aside under the bunched-up skirt. I climbed over the center console on unsteady hands and knees, the leather cool against my palms. He followed, shutting the door hard behind him. Rain hammered the roof and spilled in thick sheets down the windows, turning the outside world into a blurred gray curtain. The air inside the car grew heavier, warmer, thick with the scent of my arousal and the rain.Marcus didn’t give me time to speak.He pushed me onto my back across the wide backseat, knees bent, one of my heels already kicked off. His hands went straight to my hips. He yanked my skirt the rest of the way up, then hooked his fingers into the soaked lace of my underwear and dragged it down my legs in one rough pull. The fabric left a shiny trail of cream along my thighs. He tossed i

Marcus pulled out of me slowly.I felt the thick rush of his cum and my own cream spill down my thighs the moment he left me empty. My legs were shaking. Rain still hammered the windows. He didn’t give me time to recover. He simply lifted me off the bed like I weighed nothing and carried me across the room.There was a full-length mirror on the far wall that hadn’t been there three years ago—tall, dark-framed, leaning slightly so it caught the entire bed and the space in front of it. He set me on my feet facing it.“Stay.”I watched our reflections while he moved behind me. My hair was wet and tangled from the rain. My blouse hung open and ruined off my shoulders. My breasts were marked from his mouth. Cream and his cum shone on my inner thighs. My pussy was still swollen and open, leaking slowly onto the floor.He opened a drawer in the dresser I didn’t remember.Metal clicked.Cold steel closed around my wrists. Handcuffs. He locked them behind my back, tight enough that I felt the

My name is Fiona, and I am the only female chef in this kitchen.I’m good at what I do. Better than most of the men who share the line with me. My sauces never break. My timing is perfect. My knife work is clean. But there is another kind of cooking I am even better at, the kind that happens between my own legs when the heat of the kitchen gets under my skin and won’t leave.Today the pass was slamming. Tickets flying. Everyone moving fast. The air smelled of seared meat, garlic, and hot oil. My whites were already damp with sweat. Every time I bent to check a pan, the seam of my pants pressed against my clit just enough to make me pulse.I looked around. The two senior chefs were deep in the weeds on the grill. The commis were plating. No one was watching the corner near the walk-in.I slipped away.Back against the cool stainless steel, I unbuttoned my pants with one hand and shoved them down just far enough. My fingers found my pussy already slick. I pushed two inside myself withou

“No,” both of them said at once.Theo pushed his cock back into my mouth before I could beg again. Marco kept working his fingers inside me—deep, curling strokes that made wet, filthy sounds against the stainless steel—only to slow or stop the second my walls started to flutter. My moans stayed muffled and desperate around Theo’s shaft.They didn’t keep me like that for long.Marco pulled his fingers free, shiny with my cream, and nodded at Theo. Theo slid out of my mouth. Together they flipped me onto my stomach on the long prep table, hips pulled to the very edge so my feet barely touched the floor. Marco stepped between my legs. I felt the thick head of his cock drag through my soaked folds once, twice, coating himself.Then he slammed in.The single hard thrust forced a loud, broken cry out of me. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He gripped my hips and fucked me hard—deep, punishing strokes that made the entire table shake and my breasts drag against the cold metal. The wet slap