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“Have you found anything on Daphne?” Immediately, he passed the envelope to me, and replied. “Yes, Alpha. According to my investigations, she’s an illegitimate daughter of the Beta of Dark Iron Pack. Who he had with his omega slave and Daphne’s mother is late. She died in a fire while saving Daphne.” He paused, and continued when I didn’t say anything else, which was a signal that he should go on.

Sapphire pulled back just enough to speak against her soaked folds. "Come on my tongue, Daphne. Drench me. Show me how badly you needed this." She latched back on and sucked so hard Daphne screamed. The orgasm hit like a freight train. Daphne's entire body locked up. Her thighs clamped around Sapphire's head, hips grinding frantically against her mouth as wave after wave ripped through her. She sobbed Sapphire's name, nails scraping scalp, her back arched so sharply it looked painful. Sapphire didn't stop.

Her long dark hair was messy, her face flushed, and her pretty pink lips parted in pleasure. “Oh fuck… yes Daddy… I’m such a dirty little slut for you,” she moaned in a voice Ethan had never heard her use before. Sweet, breathy, and filthy. His cock instantly hardened in his shorts. On her computer screen, the OnlyFans chat was exploding. “God you’re so hot” “Ride that dick princess” “Show us that pretty pussy closer” June reached back and spread her ass cheeks, giving the camera a perfect view as she slammed herself down on the thick toy. Her pussy was visibly dripping, coating the dildo in shiny wetness.

Can she feel me hold her in place as she tumbles over the edge? Daphne’s body shudders from head to toe, the waves of her orgasm rolling through her. Two of her fingers thrust inside her slit and work herself through new heights while her torso turns and she all but bites the pillow. I’m ready to burst myself. The way her breasts strain against the fabric of her nightie, her hardened nipples begging for attention… The way her lips pucker and tremble the needier she gets, and the way her breathing staggers as she reaches the edge of release…

Fiona roared. She snatched a stack of high-resolution photos and slammed them into Daphne’s face, letting them flutter to the floor like dead leaves. The images were undeniable. They showed Daphne intimately entwined with Keegan Stewart—sitting in his lap, sharing illicit touches, and capturing the moment she slipped a vial into his drink. Daphne’s face turned the color of ash as she stared at the explicit proof of her own crime. "How... how is this possible? Where did these come from?"

she said with a laugh. “Poor girl, we used her for four years and now I've gotten the shares from the family thanks to her funds throughout the years,” Daniel said. “Are you feeling bad for her? Serves her right for not knowing how to keep a man. She's a low-key prostitute trust me” Jessica said whining. Hearing this from them, Daphne’s phone dropped from her hand and when they heard the sound, they stopped talking. Daphne trembles with great fear. She picked up her phone and turned around to run as far away as possible from them!

Daphne moans in pleasure at her movements. Even though she is in control, seeing how much she is enjoying this I take my other hand and move it into position to help massage her clit. The sight of her taking control and finding her own pleasure using my body is a new form of pleasure for me. She moans out louder as my movements turn quicker. Too soon she arches her back, and I feel her grip around me as she finds herself in the throes of her orgasm. I love feeling the rush of her warm juices pulsate around my cock. Daphne slumps over me spent, and tired from the orgasm that had ripped through her body.

Daphne's clothes were completely soaked. The thin white fabric clung to her body, accentuating her curves. Mary's jaw dropped. "Mrs… Mrs. Jones, what's wrong with you?" She suspected Daphne had lost her mind. With music blasting from her phone, Daphne struck seductive poses in front of the camera while saying, "Can't you tell? I'm getting revenge on Abel!" Mary quickly realized Daphne was live streaming. She had actually set up a broadcast for herself.

“I haven’t even said the L-word.” “Peter did,” Tatiana added. “Second date.” Daphne only shrugged, lashes fluttering like she was immune to reality. “G****e says you can get at least ten grand for it,” Tatiana said, thumb flying across her screen. “Are you posting that?” I lunged forward. She angled the phone away. “Relax. I’ll crop you out.” A beat later, she announced, “Done. Story’s up. Maybe a collector will DM me.” She tossed the phone onto the mattress, careless as always.

He bit down, marking her, claiming her. “Daphne,” she gasped, the name torn from her lips as pleasure spiraled through her core. “My name is Daphne.” Landon’s rhythm faltered for just a second before he redoubled his efforts, driving into her with renewed intensity. “Daphne,” he repeated, testing the name on his tongue like a rare wine. “Suits you.” His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thigh, angling her hips to hit that perfect spot inside her. Each brutal thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her body, building toward something explosive.