All Chapters of Daddy's slut: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The red light on my camera was the only thing keeping me from thinking about how screwed I was.It blinked steadily from the corner of my room, bathing everything in a soft glow.My overdue tuition notice was hidden beneath my laptop.My rent reminder was buried beneath three unread messages from my landlord.And my bank balance was a joke I wasn't in the mood to laugh about it.But none of that mattered while the camera was recording.Tonight, I wasn't broke.I wasn't the daughter my mother barely remembered to call.I wasn't the girl who had spent the entire afternoon calculating which bill could wait another week.Tonight, I was whoever they wanted me to be.i pushed the huge silicone c*ck inside my wet warm hole faster .my walls were clenching around it loving the feeling of being full .i couldnt help it but let a loud moan as i imagined a veiny real c*ck inside me .i pinched my nipples as i brought myself to climax .my fluids flowed down my silky sheets as i slowly pulled my

I shut my hotelroom's door and locked it.Then I locked it again.My back pressed against the wood as I tried to catch my breath.What the hell had just happened?I could still feel Alexander's eyes on me.Not the casual glance of a man meeting his fiancée's daughter.It had been something else.Recognition.The moment he looked at my back, everything about him changed.And then he'd said those words.I thought I recognized something.I looked down at my dress.My birthmark.My stomach twisted.No.It couldn't be.There was no way.Alexander Black had never seen my face.He couldn't possibly know about my account.I had been careful.Painfully careful.I had never shown my face.Never used my real name.Never mentioned my university.Never revealed where I lived.The account was supposed to be the one place where nobody could find me.I pushed away from the door.I needed money.That was why I was doing this.Not because I enjoyed living a double life.Not because I wanted strangers w

ALEX'S POVI knew who she was before she ever walked into the restaurant.It happened the night her mother showed me her photograph.I had barely glanced at it before something caught my attention.The mark.Small. Distinctive. Just above her shoulder blade.I knew that mark.I'd seen it before.Hundreds of times.I picked up my phone and opened the account I'd been following for months—the account belonging to the woman who had become an obsession I had never intended to have.I pulled up one of her old posts.There it was.The same mark.I stared at both images.Then I compared them again.And again.I spent hours searching through everything I had saved from her account.The mark was identical.So were the little things I'd never consciously noticed before.The way she moved.The way she tilted her head.The way she reacted when she was amused.The pieces started fitting together.Ava was the woman behind the account.My anonymous girl.The woman I'd spent months watching from a di