Lahat ng Kabanata ng All For You, Daddy: Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

"Daddy," I whine, working my hips feverishly, my hands fisted in the back of his shirt, his back muscles raking against my wrists. The slide of his shaft over that sensitive nub is making me feel funny. Shaky. Out of control. And I hurl myself toward the horizon, wanting to know what it looks like. Wanting the complete picture. "Please, please, please," I chant, digging my heels into his tightly muscled, pistoning buttocks. "Ramsy.""That sweet pussy of yours is starting to juice me. Tight and tighter, tight and tighter," he pants into my ear, rifling himself in and out of me faster, harder. "My God, you can't be real. I'm going to blow. Come on that dick now, girl. Fucking bathe me in it. From tip to ball sack. Do it. Need it everywhere. All over me."Permission.No, not permission. An order. From my Daddy.Yes.I lose all power in my neck and sob brokenly, my loins twisting savagely, tummy seizing under the onslaught of pleasure. It's enormous. Like being hit by a meteor from the he

Her voice is huskier when she speaks. "Why do you suddenly want us to stay?"I'm starting to think I never would have allowed her to leave, deal or no deal. Allow this beauty to disappear back into the night carrying a child more than half her size? That would have cracked me down the middle. In the way only Julia can. But I'm trying to earn her trust and after what I've done, that will be a slow, brick by brick process. "Maybe the selfless way you care for your brother makes me realize how far I've strayed from basic decency." I look her in the eye. "I can't be sorry about taking you, Julia. You were...you are too fucking sweet. But I am sorry for making it an obligation. I'm sorry for being so goddamn rough about it. Are you..." Christ, is there a harpoon sinking into my chest? "Are you hurt at all?""No." She starts to reach out, to touch my arm, but slowly draws it back as if I'll burn her fingertips. "No...I told you earlier, I'm fine."My heart labors to work. "Fine isn't the sa

I hold Curtis's hand in mine and guide him out of the bedroom, walking toward the sound of men's voices. Funny, I'm usually avoiding that exact thing. But we're not in our little apartment beside the tavern this morning. We're in Ramsy Jones' home—and apparently this is where we'll be staying for the next while.Against my better judgment.My lips are still tingling from his kiss, my skin burning where his hands touched me.I've always thought—or hoped, at least—that I'm a smart girl. It takes a clever person to survive alone in Harding without any protection. But I'm beginning to wonder if kisses from this man have gummed up the inner workings of my brain. Every time I try and remind myself of what happens when I give in to the selfish wants of my body, I forget all of my reservations."Big," Curtis says, awe-struck, looking up at the vaulted ceilings. "Big house.""Yes," I agree, squeezing his little hand. "It's a huge house.""Who lives in it?" asks my brother, brows raised quizzic

When Ramsy leads us outside, his hand firmly on the small of my back, I decide that "car" is not the appropriate term for his vehicle. It's a limousine. Not a stretch one. But a sleek, elongated black town car with two benches of seating that face each other. Climbing into the rear of the limousine, I take one side, Ramsy takes the other—and Curtis promptly begins switching sides every thirty seconds.My brother is fascinated by the glass decanters and buttons and air-conditioning vents, his fingers leaving smudges on the sleek wooden paneling. But Ramsy doesn't even seem to notice. He's looking at me. He tucks his tongue into the corner of his lips and leans back, splaying his long, thick thighs, his gaze heating every part of my body it lands on—and it lands everywhere. My ankles, knees, thighs, breasts. My throat and mouth.I press my knees together but it doesn't stop the heavy tugging sensation that concentrates itself just beneath my belly button. Pulling, pulling. The way my se

I stare out the window of my study to the cliffs beyond. Early evening has turned the sky into an orange fire bomb, gulls swooping and calling to each other, their silhouettes outlined by the fading sun. but I'm seeing none of it. No, I'm captivated by Julia's reflection. She sits behind me, sprawled out in a mountain of pillows in front of a roaring fire, reading to her brother. Every minute or so, she yawns adorably and loses her place. It's no wonder the girl is exhausted. I've gone down on her five glorious times today.Each time, her orgasm has been more explosive than the previous one. Her inhibitions are long gone. Where at first she was almost afraid of the pleasure, now she goes after it. Her breathy little hiccupping sounds have taken up permanent residence in my head. My tongue is sore from the amount of licking I've done today—and I've never been more fulfilled in my life.Nor have I ever needed to fuck so bad.My balls are so heavy with unspent seed, they might as well be