All Chapters of Dirty Cum-mandments: Daddy One Shots : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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0011: Big Brother-In-Law's Fuck Toy — Part 5

RINA Easton didn't waste another second. He gripped my hips with a brutal, bruising force that made me gasp, his large hands sinking deep into my flesh as he completely took control of everything. He dragged me roughly across the hardwood floor, my bare feet skidding slightly until we reached a lone, plush leather couch sitting squarely by the dark corner of the living room. Without a single word of warning, he pushed me down, bending my body entirely over the wide armrest of the sofa. Before I could even adjust to the position, Easton brought his massive, open palm down and spanked my bare ass incredibly hard. The sharp, heavy impact echoed loudly through the spacious empty living room, sending a violent jolt of electricity straight to my core. I let out a loud, broken sound—something completely in-between a dirty moan and a soft, helpless whimper. The sting was immediate, blinding, and utterly intoxicating, causing a fresh, hot wave of moisture to instantly slide down my alr

0012: Big Brother-In-Law's Fuck Toy — Part 6

RINA I nodded my head vigorously against the leather cushion, tears of pure pleasure pricking the corners of my tightly shut eyes. "Yes... oh god, yes, Easton. Please... just fuck me. Please, just ride it." Instead of giving me the fast pace I was desperately begging for, Easton bent his towering frame over my body even more, flattening himself against me until his broad, muscular, rock-hard chest was brushing heavily against my bare, arched back. The sheer weight of him was crushing me into the sofa, making me feel completely consumed by his massive size. He reached down with both of his large hands, grabbing both of my ass cheeks and squeezing the soft flesh softly, using the grip to force my body into a slow, agonizingly deep grind right against his cock inside me. I let out a loud, breathless whimper, my restraint completely shattered. My left hand shot up to my chest, my fingers squeezing one of my own breasts desperately, pinching the hard, sensitive nipple through my sh

0013: Big Brother-In-Law's Fuck Toy — Part 7

RINA I woke up the next morning feeling sore in the absolute best way possible. As I shifted beneath the fluffy sheets, a dull, delicious ache shot out from deep between my thighs and all across my lower back, a vivid physical reminder of exactly how I’d spent the previous night. I couldn't help the slow, wicked smile that stretched across my face as I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, replaying the memory of Easton’s heavy tattooed hands gripping my hips and pinning me to that leather couch in that abandoned living room. My skin still felt very much hyper-sensitive, completely branded by his touch. Eventually, the bright morning sun filtering through my curtains forced me to move. I got off the bed, my legs feeling a little heavy and beautifully ruined, and slipped on a soft, oversized t-shirt that barely covered the top of my thighs. I stepped out of my room and walked downstairs, the quiet house smelling faintly of that familiar old wood and fresh morning air. As expe

0014: Big Brother-In-Law's Fuck Toy — Part 8

RINA I spent the next few hours in my room, huffing angrily like a caged animal as I sat on the edge of my bed. My hands were clenched so tight into fists that my knuckles were stark white, and I could feel my pulse throbbing in my palms. I let out a long, shaky exhale, trying to blow out some of the heat rising in my chest, and ran a frustrated hand through my long, tangled hair. "God, he’s such an asshole," I muttered grittingly to the empty room, my voice cracking with a mix of fury and genuine hurt. Desperate to share the rage with something, I kicked the flower vase at the foot of my bed off with a violent flick of my ankles, watching it fly across the rug, and curled into a tight ball on top of my bed. I felt incredibly stupid. And even worse, I felt angry at myself for being stupid. I knew I was wrong for even bothering to bring up last night in the kitchen. I should have known better. I should have known that the second the sun came up, Easton would go right back into h

0015: Big Brother-In-Law's Fuck Toy — Part 9

RINA I threw open my bedroom door and stepped out into the dark hallway, my feet moving entirely on autopilot. I quickly walked down the corridor toward the east wing, the rhythm of my heart rapidly increasing with every single step I took. I couldn't believe how incredibly fast I was walking. I was damn excited and it was pathetic to be very honest. I internally cursed myself for it with every single step I took. I was furious at my own lack of control, completely pissed at myself for reacting to Easton this way when I should still have been very much pissed and angry at how he’d completely brushed me off in the kitchen this morning. He’d treated me like an absolute ghost, a minor inconvenience in his perfectly constructed happy home, and here I was, running to him the second he snapped his fingers at me. "You are such a hopeless, desperate slut, Rina," I muttered under my breath, my fingernails digging into the palms of my hands as I reached the heavy double doors that led

0016: Big Brother-In-Law's Fuck Toy — Part 10

RINA My knees hit the carpeted floor with a dull thud right in front of his feet. A sudden, surprised gasp tore out of my mouth as I looked up at him from my knees, my hands landing on his heavy thighs to steady myself. The physical dominance of the move left me completely breathless, my core turning into a literal puddle inside my underwear. Easton looked down at me, his face completely cold and brutal as his hand went directly to the waistband of his low-slung gray sweatpants. With one swift, deliberate motion, he moved the fabric down past his hips, letting his sweatpants bunch around his thighs and his hard, rigid length snapped free, pointing straight at my face. I swallowed hard, my throat bobbing up and down as I stared at the absolute size of him. He was completely, violently hard. The thick, veiny shaft was throbbing with a heavy life of its own, and I could see the clear, glossy precum already pooling right at his swollen tip, glistening under the light of the lamp. East

0017: Big Brother-In-Law's Fuck Toy — Part 11

RINA I pushed myself up from the hardwood floor, my knees shaking so badly from the sheer intensity of what had just happened that it was all I could do not to trip over my own feet. The pleasant ache between my thighs was already kicking in, making my movements slow and dragged. Easton stood right in front of me, his chest heaving as his dark eyes tracked my clumsy ascent, his hands resting heavily on the thing in front of him. "Strip," he grunted out, a single, flat command that cut through the thick, heavy silence of the living room. My face burned instantly, a violent rush of crimson flooding my cheeks and moving down my neck. But nope—it definitely and certainly wasn't from a single shred of embarrassment. It was pure, untamed heat from the dirty, dominant command he’d just given me. The raw authority in his voice made my core give a sudden, vicious throb. My hands, which were still slightly trembling from the adrenaline running through my veins, found the soft cot

0018: Big Brother-In-Law's Fuck Toy — Part 12

RINA I couldn't stop. My hand worked faster and faster against my own wet flesh, my fingers sliding through the slick, hot cream coating my pussy. The friction was like a sharp, blinding wire of pure electricity shooting straight to my brain. I was panting now, my chest heaving up and down as I watched Easton through a thick, heavy haze of absolute lust. I was trying so hard to find my own release, but Easton wasn't helping my state of mind at all. He was standing right over me, stroking his massive cock in a completely desperate, heavy manner, pumping the thick shaft so fast that his tattooed hand moved in a complete blur under the dim light. The length of his manhood seemed to have completely doubled in size, the veins bulging aggressively like thick cords along the skin, and the width looked absolutely massive. It was a terrifying wall of rigid authority pointing straight at my face. The brutal sight of him treating himself so roughly made the knot in my belly tighten to a

0019: Big Brother-In-Law's Fuck Toy — Part 13

RINA I let out a low, breathless moan the exact second the thick, swollen tip of Easton’s hard cock parted my wet pussy lips. He didn't push inside right away, he held his weight over me and deliberately grinded his pelvis in a heavy, circular motion, smearing my own hot wetness all over my hyper-sensitive clit. The friction was an absolute killer, a sharp throbbing feeling of heat that made my entire lower half catch fire. He dragged the massive width of his shaft slowly and teasingly in a punishing grind up and down my slit, testing my limits, making me wait for the actual penetration until my sanity was entirely gone. My back arched completely off the leather sofa, my head shaking back and forth against the cushions as the teasing became too much to bear. "Easton, please," I gasped out, my voice sounding raw and broken even to my own ears. And then, right at that exact moment of peak desperation, the blunt tip of his cock finally pushed straight into me. Easton le

0020: My Hockey Puck Master — Part 1

IVY The freezing air of the Wolf’s Hockey Arena bit sharply at my bare skin, but the absolute, hot fury coursing through my veins was more than enough to keep me warm. I sat in the front row of the plastic bleachers, right up against the thick plexiglass barrier, fuming with a rage that made my chest heave beneath my blazer. It was yet another grueling, ungodly early training session at the arena. Another miserable day of my life dedicated to creating a squeaky-clean, pristine public image for a bunch of overpaid, reckless jocks who made up Dale University's star hockey team. My literal full-time job as a professional PR expert was to spin their latest frat-boy disasters into wholesome charity work, painting their chaotic, alcohol-fueled lives to be infinitely less scandalous than they actually were. But honestly, the most tasking, soul-crushing part of my entire existence wasn't dealing with the media or the players. It was having to endure Coach Wayne’s constant, relentless

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