Semua Bab Tempted by My Brother's Best Friend (Age Gap Romance): Bab 221 - Bab 230

11 - You’re AdorableChelsea I am not sure why, but his words made me feel at ease. Something in his manner soothed me. Even though in the back of my mind, I knew his smooth confidence and obvious wealth screamed ‘heartbreaker.’Shifting in my seat, I bit my lip when the pads of his fingers made patterns on my inner thigh. I let out a small gasp when he slid them up and found me wet. His hand tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles pale. “Will you be a good girl for Daddy?” he asked, his voice purposefully seductive and low—so low that it made me pulse. I found him glancing at me and nodded slowly. “Will you let me take care of you, Princess?” His fingers brushed over my sensitive center, making me clench and clutch his hand. “P-please,” I said, almost breathless, when he kept teasing me. I could smell my feminine arousal in the air. I was aching for his touch and yet he appeared lax, smoothly driving the car without a care in the world. “Spread your legs, Princess,” he said. H

13 - All for DaddyChelsea My pussy throbbed at his words. “Bunny,” I said, trying not to sound too excited. I had read about spanking in romance books and they made me squirm with arousal. I always wanted to try it but never got the chance. Until now. Getting spanked by a man who was twice my age should have made alarm bells ring in my head, but instead, I was getting hornier. Because I knew he would stop if I wanted to. “Spank me, Daddy,” I breathed out, still feeling the bite of his teeth on my bottom lip. His eyes darkened, his hand squeezing my ass before he laid me down on my stomach, shifting me until I felt another squeeze of his large palm on my cheek. “You want to get spanked by Daddy?”I shivered and nodded, clutching the couch. Smack. A loud gasp escaped my throat when he spanked my ass. The burn stung, but the warmth spread over my naked pussy, making me wetter. “Beg me, Princess.” “Please,” I squeezed my eyes shut, burning with need. “Please spank me, Daddy—ah!

15 - Cute PervertChelsea I didn’t have much patience because by the size of the tent on his pants, I knew he was big. And I wanted—no, needed to taste him. My words had definitely surprised him by the look on his face. I licked my lips, feeling myself getting wetter with each passing second.“I already told you, Princess,” he started, his intense eyes pinned on me. “Greedy girls don’t get—”I leaned close, gliding my hands over his pants and batting my lashes at him. “Please, Daddy?” I asked, flickering my gaze to his crotch. Even if I wasn’t confident of my other skills, I knew how to suck a dick. He had made me orgasm like never before, and I wanted to return the favor. “You are trouble,” he said and cupped my cheek. I was surprised when his eyes softened. “Aren’t you tired, pretty girl?”Well, when he said that, my body had the worst timing ever, making me yawn. His eyes crinkled with humor when I pouted, eyeing his bulge. “But I want to suck you off,” I was whining like some

17 - GreedyChelsea I let out a muffled moan when Sean leaned close and fed his cock to me, filling up my mouth slowly. His masculine taste and thick girth overwhelmed me with pleasure. Blinking up at his powerful frame, I watched his face, the small bob of his Adam’s apple and the hot look in his eyes darkening when he slowly filled me up. I relaxed my throat as much as I could, but he was everywhere. His thickness making me clench, his manly taste overwhelming me and his groans making me shiver. There was no way I could run. Nowhere I could escape his slow but deep thrusts with my head pressed on the cold tile.It turned me on. “You look absolutely fucked out, darling,” he whispered, his finger feeling my hollowed cheeks as I struggled to fit him in my mouth. His dick throbbed, his husky groan making me clench. “Good girl,” Sean grunted, cupping my face and thrusting inside my mouth. I squirmed, but his hold stayed firm. My fingers dug into his thighs, feeling them tense and

19 - Rich StalkerSean My eyes glanced at the phone placed on the conference table. It dinged with a notification, and I quickly picked it up to check if she had sent me any message. A frown appeared between my brow. It wasn’t from Chelsea. But Liza, my ex fiancée. Liza: answer my call SeanI sighed and placed my phone back on the desk. “Do you have anything to share, Sean?” Derek asked, interrupting my thoughts. I glanced at him to realize he was standing near the podium to show his presentation. “No, keep going,” I said, crossing my arms. He continued, and I tried my best to focus on the importance of creating strong evidence, but my eyes kept averting to the phone. Maybe Caleb is right. Mobile phones are addictive. Because why was I expecting a message or a call from Chelsea? I had made sure she was feeling better before dropping her off, but what if she gets cramps and there’s no painkiller at her place? Or what if she feels hungry and has no food? I should call her. I re