All Chapters of ME TOO DADDY: COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Dripping For My Stepbrother & Stepbrother Sucked My Tit The Remote.CHLOEMy heart slammed against my ribs. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Ryan… and Sophie were actually fucking each other. The sight hit me like a second heartbeat…shock, heat, and a dangerous pull all at once. This was supposed to stay hidden. Now the secret was right in front of me, raw and loud.They didn’t stop. They didn’t look shocked. If anything; Ryan pumped into her harder than before. I could feel myself getting wetter, slick flooding down my thighs. Shame tried to rise, but the wetness between my legs drowned it out. My body had already chosen sides.“Are you fucking your stepsister, right?”“Chloe…” Sophie’s voice broke. “We’re gonna talk about this later. Just leave us for now.”The words should have made me turn away. Instead they only tightened the ache inside me. Ryan moved on top of her. I watched as his cock moved in and out of her. Faster and deeper. Despite Jax’s presence… My mind burst with thoughts…

CHLOE My fingers tap restlessly on the center table. Not because I was at the principal’s house. Not really. I was so wet that it was dripping down my thighs like a waterfall. And the worst part? I wasn’t wearing underwear. We’ve finished helping the principal arrange his new home utensils. But he told us to wait for dinner or maybe sleep in his house. This was unfair to my pussy. The poor thing had been aching and feeling empty since morning, craving a thick, long, veiny eggplant. It had been throbbing and clenching around nothing. I couldn’t even pleasure myself. Oh, dear Lord, please do a miracle; send me a big cassava as you fed your people with manna. I could faint if I didn’t get my pussy pounded on time. I glanced at the grandfather clock; it was 8 p.m. The house was dead silent. Ryan had gone to get a new remote for the principal’s TV. The principal was in the sitting room with me. Every second stretched like a threat. My thighs pressed together under the table, trying t

CHLOE“Arch your back,” he growled. “Take it deeper… I wanna grope every inch of you.”I did. I pushed back to meet every stroke. His thick cock dragged over every sensitive spot inside me. My arms trembled. My breasts swung with the force of his hips. The couch cushion was rough under my cheek and the air in the sitting room felt too warm, thick with the smell of us. I couldn’t believe I… was enjoying every inch of the principal’s cock… the man my stepdad founded his school every year.“Sir, how did you know I fucked my stepbrother?”“I was presented at the party.” He pulled almost out and slammed back hard into me. He grabbed my breasts with force as he paced up;“I saw him packed at that tiny corner… fuck… I saw everything… God, I’m proud of him… for using this tight thing.”The words hit harder than the thrust. My stomach tightened. He had been there. Watching. And still he was inside me like it changed nothing. “Harder,” I heard myself say, instead of asking him why he was there

LIA.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the penthouse suite, watching the city lights blur into a smear of gold against the inky night. The wedding reception for my mother and Leo was a masterpiece of cold elegance. Crystal glittered, a string quartet played something mournful and expensive, and everyone wore the livery of calculated power: sharp dark suits, sleek dresses, watchful eyes. Most wore Rolex watches.My mother hovered through the crowd like a ghost in a white silky gown, with a bright smile on her face. The debts were paid. The sharks were placated. The price was this marriage, this room, the man she was marrying.Leo.I didn’t even need to look for him; I already felt him. There he was; standing near the fireplace, a great figure in a charcoal suit that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. He was having talking with a bald man, who was sweating despite the fact that the AC was working, low words that no one could hear except the two of them, a nod.

LIAThe morning light lied. It sprayed through the curtains of the guest room, smudging everything in a soft, innocent gold. It lied about the peace of the night. Also lied about the sanctity of the new day.I lay perfectly still, staring at the decorated ceiling. My body felt like a crime scene. A dull deep ache throbbed between my legs in time with my heartbeat. It was like a physical ledger, a reminder of the entry made last night. My mouth still felt stretched, my jaw sore. I could still imagined the taste of him when I swallowed.I had done as ordered. I had cleaned myself in the marble ensuite, the warm water was feeling like a violation in itself, washing away the evidence only to have it bleed back into my very pores. I returned to the reception, found my mother laughing too brightly. I forced a smile that felt like a crack in glass.“Isn’t he a wonderful man , Lia?” my mother had slurred, eyes glassy. “He's a provider. And a protector… Unlike Dominic, your last stepfather