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The first new Daddy was Adrian, a tall, commanding lawyer in his mid-40s with a silver tongue and a reputation for control. His introduction happened in a private suite at a downtown hotel. Liam watched from the corner as Adrian took me slow and deep on the king-sized bed, his thick cock stretching me in ways that made me moan like a whore. He fucked me with controlled dominance, his hands pinning my wrists above my head while he whispered filthy praise in my ear. I came twice before he filled me, and Liam reclaimed me immediately after, fucking me hard while Adrian watched with dark approval. The second new Daddy was Theo, a young, athletic venture capitalist with a massive cock and endless

The living room air felt sharp against my bare skin, raising goosebumps everywhere, and shame burned so intensely I thought I might throw up right there on the carpet. He looked at me for a long, horrifying moment, head tilted, breathing through his mouth. Then he gave a soft, humorless laugh. "Look at you," he muttered, almost to himself. "Hiding dirty books about men, jerking off to naked guys. If you’re gonna act like a little fag who wants it so bad, then I guess I have no choice, do I?" He took a step closer, the smell of whiskey hitting me in waves. "Daddy’s gotta teach you what happens to boys who want dick. That’s my job, Atlas. I have to show my son what a real man does to a bitch."

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

I yank my hand from Sydney's as if it has been burnt and look at Sydney with large eyes. "I'm breaking Omerta by telling you this." Sydney says with a sigh. "My dad leads the American Mafia and it has been my life since I was born. To be honest, I've never been thrilled about it." His eyes show a sadness and my heart breaks. "You can talk to me. I hope you know that." Sydney looks at me for a while. "You want me to be open to you and yet you don't trust me. I know you warned your soulmate about me coming with you here." He pauses with a grin. "You were pretty obvious."

Edward told her that her father used to run the organization with an iron fist; she didn’t think he could kill in cold blood. “I only used Mr. Steven to get close to your family. I’m the one who got him fired so he could come to work for your father. With the close friendship between your mother and Lydia, I easily got him to work at White’s Transport Company. Knowing all of my father’s weaknesses enabled me to control him.” She touched Melissa’s hair with a smug on her face. “Your uncle Luke thought he could use me for drug trafficking, but I manipulated him instead. I found out about his plan to destroy the White Company, so I used him to get what I wanted and lured your father out. Your s

My stomach tightened as I opened my eyes slightly to see Darius smiling down at me wickedly but even at that, he was the most handsome man I’d ever seen in my life. “Now, I’m going to cum inside you, slut.” He said and I felt my cheeks burn as I imagined him pouring everything he had inside me, the thought of it was exhilarating. I’m going to have my brother’s sperm inside me. “Do it, Daddy!” I moaned, switching from calling him brother to calling him Daddy, “Fill me up with your cum, please.” I begged, waiting to feel his cum inside me. “Give it to me, Daddy! I want you to fill this needy hole until it overflows! I want your cum leaking out of me when you’re done.” I proclaimed, my body bur

Tina straddled the arm of the couch on my other side, her hand already between my legs, two fingers sliding through my dripping folds. “Oh my god… she’s dripping down cock already. So fucking wet for you, Sir.” Dad’s hand gripped my ass, spreading me open. His cockhead nudged my entrance, hot and slick. “Look at you… so fucking ready to take daddy’s cock like you were made for it.” He pushed in slow—inch by thick inch—stretching me open until I was full, burning and perfect. I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck—Daddy—too big…”

And you’re going to call me Daddy for real while I finally give you what you’ve been begging for on camera. My fingers froze on the keyboard. I should type “no.” I should type “this is insane.” I should block him and burn my hard drive. Instead my traitorous hands typed back: Me: Yes, Daddy. The second I hit send, another $1,000 tip hit my account with a single line: DaddyD: Good girl. Now finish that show for me. Come on that pillow thinking about how I’m going to stretch you open the second I get home. I did exactly what he told me.

The Billionaire Sugar Daddy Chapter 49 SMELL of the roasting steak is all over the home. The pretty boy is curling his toes while his daddy is putting the viand onto the table. Luke chuckles when seeing his slacked jaws. "I bet you are hungry—" Dylan doesn't want him to finish what he says, "yes, I am!" his stomach growls when Luke cuts it with a steak knife and even pair it with a glass of wine. Gosh! The food is so appetizing to eat, and even the young reluctant boy is losing his mind when chewing it. "I don't remember my name," he said at his sugar daddy as Luke's brows meet at the middle. A taunting response for him just to calm his worries away from the cum shot inside his holly mollie.

"Who's feeling sick tonight? Who needs a little... private examination?" The tips started raining in. Small amounts at first, then larger chunks. But then, the notification I had been waiting for popped up. Big Daddy has entered the chat. My heart skipped. Big Daddy was my whale. He didn't just tip; he owned the chat space. He was the reason I could afford the luxury lingeries and the high-tech toys that cluttered my bedside drawer. He was dominant, precise, and he knew exactly how to push my buttons. Big Daddy: Get on your knees, Caramel. Now.