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I open my mouth wide, and he looks inside, then pushes his fingers in, rolls them around my tongue where I’m full of him. “Good girl…” he says, and it makes my heart so proud. “Swallow for Daddy.” I swallow it all down like a good little girl and show him my empty mouth, and it’s really not that bad. It’s not so bad at all, not like Maggie Connor said it was. I like Daddy Spencer’s cum, just as much as I like the rest of him. He pulls me to my feet and wraps me in his arms, and I feel so giddy, so floaty and light as he holds me tight.

Daddy praised, a dark glint of satisfaction in his eyes. He didn't slow down. He became more aggressive, his hips slamming against mine with a force that made my vision blur. Behind him, the other five men, Daniel, Silas, Jonas, Felix, and Luca, stood like a wall of flesh. They were busy stroking their cocks, their eyes fixed on Daddy as he claimed the prize. I could hear their jagged breathing, the sound of skin on skin as they waited for their turn to fill the space he was currently occupying. They were a gallery of shadows, each one mentally preparing to take what the man before them was currently carving out.

"D-Daddy--please, please cum--oh my--cum inside m-me!" "Ugh that's it... take every inch of Daddy's fucking cock," he grunted through clenched teeth as he forced his cock deep inside my gaping pussy. I was ripped wide open and felt his cock spreading me be even wider. "Fuck--you feel too good, my tight whore... you feel too f-fuckin'--ugh, fuck. Daddy's gonna cum inside you. Daddy's going to breed my good fucking whore!" "Fuck--Daddy!" I gasped as the fucking sped up to a sprint and my thighs shook like an Earthquake as my orgasm peaked and Daddy kept fucking me like a piece of meat.

Daddy sucks and licks, his tongue circling my nubs as his lips pull them from hiding. “Oh, daddy...” I groan, the warmth in my breasts transferring to that sweet spot in my cunt, the one that stirred when daddy punished my ass. “Yes, baby. Let go. Let all that tension go. Let it melt away.” His words aren't even necessary. It takes only a minute before daddy's mouth turns me into a puddle. “It feels amazing, daddy.”

One hand snaked around to choke me lightly, the other rubbing my clit. "You're gonna cum on my cock again, you filthy whore. Give it to me. All of it." And I did, screaming his name... Daddy, as stars exploded behind my eyes. But we weren't done. He pulled out, his cock glistening, and stood up, pulling me to my knees. "Suck it. Clean your mess off Daddy's cock."

“You call me Daddy when this is on your tongue. Not Mr. anything. Not sir. Daddy. Same as the boys will when they’re in you. Understand.” “Yes, Daddy.” He smiled like I had passed something. He pushed into my mouth slow, teaching me the weight of him, while Holt and Vance each took a thigh and kept me spread. Reid stroked my hair out of my face with a tenderness that did not match the fact that his father was using my throat. “Good girl,” Daddy murmured, thrusting deeper. “Your husband did well picking you. Tight. Wet. Obedient once you stop pretending you didn’t want the hallway.”

His massive body filled my tiny dorm room, his blue eyes dark with a fury I’d never seen directed at me before. “Daddy—” I started. He seized me and pinned me against the wall. His mouth crashed against mine, hard and possessive, stealing the rest of my words. His tongue swept into my mouth, and the rough scrape of his stubble burned against my skin. Whiskey clung to his breath. His chest pressed against mine, leaving me nowhere to look but into the furious blue eyes behind his glasses. My heart hammered against my ribs. “You think you can flirt with some jock right in front of me?” he growled against my lips.

Inside the cabinet hung an array of gleaming leather restraints, handcuffs, heavy ropes, crop whips, and intricate, high-end restraints that looked incredibly dangerous and professional. Roe’s breath hitched, her heart stopping as she looked from the collection to the wicked smirk on her stepfather's face. "You're into BDSM?!”

Good morning to you too. “Hi, Dad.” “Are you awake?” “I am now.” He ignored that. “I received an email from the university.” My stomach tightened. “What email?” “Something about an emerging writers competition.” Oh. That. I sat up. “You received an email?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because you still have me listed as an emergency contact and secondary financial contact.” Right. I had forgotten about that. He continued. “Why am I finding out from an automated university message that you entered a writing competition?”

She sat. "The Malphas collection is not just a set of objects. It is a cohesive system of entrapment. Your uncle didn't just collect these items; he was trying to build a cage for something that cannot be caged. Now that the collection is in your name, the cage is open, and you are the lock." "I don't want to be a lock," Sophie whispered. "I just want my life back." "Your life ended the moment you signed those papers. You are now a target. Every entity that coveted your uncle's power now sees a wide-open door in the form of a twenty-something girl with no defenses."