All Chapters of ME TOO DADDY: COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Rebecca.The Lord was my witness…I never planned to end up tangled in those damn sheets with my brother-in-law, but life had a funny way of laughing at your plans sometimes… and ruining them.At first, it was just a normal glance…before it turned into those lingering…packed peeks that made your skin tingle. The kind that could make you orgasm without being touched. The kind that could make you forget your sorrow. That could make you stay wet all night.Joel had always been that kind of guy… a charming, seductive Austrian with a smirk that could melt glaciers in no time. That could have you dripping all day. And I just hated how it affected me.Maybe I wouldn’t have been craving him this much… Maybe I wouldn’t have touched myself every night…if he hadn’t been staring at me all the time, if he hadn’t been caring this much for me. If he hadn’t mistakenly touched my breast the other day while we were moving into the new house. Maybe none of this could have happened. To be sincere; I didn’

Rebecca The next morning, I woke to the scent of coffee and the sound of Joel singing in the kitchen. I was sore in the best way, my body still thrumming from the way he’d taken me against the shower wall last night, then again in his bed, his mouth worshipping every inch of me before he fucked me slow and deep from behind.I walked into the kitchen in one of his shirts that barely covered my thighs. He turned, his eyes darkening as they glued to mine.“Good morning,” he purred, setting down his mug. “Or should I say, Guten Morgen, since you’re about to get a very Austrian welcome.”I barely had time to process the words before he was on me, his hands gripping my ass as he lifted me onto the counter. His mouth crashed onto mine as his fingers found my already damp pussy.“No panties?” he growled. “Naughty sister-in-law.”“You like me naughty,” I gasped as his fingers slid inside me. “And I like you, pervert.”“Fuck, I do.” His thumb circled my clit, his fingers curling just right. “I

Ezekiel “Holy shit,” she panted, her breath warm against my cock. “No one’s ever…ever made me cum like that.”I grinned. “We’re just getting started, baby.”She rolled off me, her body glistening with sweat, her chest heaving. But before I could turn her onto her back, she did. This time, she didn’t lower herself onto my cock. Instead, she grabbed my hands and pressed them to her tits.“Play with them,” she ordered, her voice husky. “I want to feel your warm hands on me.”I obeyed, squeezing her full breasts, circling her nipples between my fingers until she was gasping. She leaned forward, her tits pressing together, and I groaned as she rubbed them against each other, her nipples dragging against my chest.“Damnnn…that’s hot,” I muttered, my cock throbbing between us. “You like that… whore? You like rubbing those pretty tits together for me?”“Mmmm, yes…” she moaned, her hips grinding against mine. “I want you to fuck them…Fuck my tits…Ezekiel.”God, she was such a fucking whore.

Mathew.The bedroom door opened under my hand.I stepped inside carrying the files. The smell hit me first…thick, raw, unmistakable, before I saw them.The files slipped from my arm. Papers scattered across the floor with a sharp slap.My feet stayed rooted. Something cold dropped straight through my chest and settled low in my stomach. My hands went numb at my sides. I couldn’t seem to pull enough air. The room tilted for half a second. My best friend and my wife… My pulse hammered so hard I felt it in my throat and behind my eyes.Anabel lay on her back in the middle of our bed, wrists bound to the headboard with the belt of her silk robe. Her legs were locked around Ezekiel’s waist. He was buried inside her, hips still rolling, her body rising to meet every thrust. Soft, broken sounds kept spilling from her mouth. His name mixed in with the moans. Sweat shone on both of them. The sheets were a wreck.Ezekiel’s head jerked toward the door. He froze halfway through a thrust. Anabel’s

Ezekiel My heart was slamming so hard against my ribs that I could feel it in my throat.“What do you mean?” I asked. My voice came out rough, almost cracked. “What surprise?”Mathew didn’t answer right away. He kept his eyes on the bed where the seven men were still banging Anabel. His face stayed flat, unreadable. Then he lifted his phone, pointed the camera at them, and started recording. The little red light blinked steady. He didn’t explain. He didn’t look at me. He just held the phone up and kept filming.The men didn’t stop.One of them was between her legs, mouth buried against her pussy, two thick fingers pumping in and out of her while his tongue worked her clit in rough circles. The wet sounds were loud in the quiet room. Anabel’s thighs trembled around his head. Her hands lay open on the sheets, fingers twitching every time he sucked harder. She wasn’t begging anymore. Her mouth stayed open, but only small, broken sounds came out. Her eyes had gone glassy. Empty. Like she