Lahat ng Kabanata ng Daddies Taste Better : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

I bit my lip hard enough to taste copper, the small sting grounding me just enough to break the paralysis. Then I pushed myself off the bed and padded barefoot across the carpet to the door. When I reached the guest room door, I paused with my hand on the knob, taking a breath to steady myself before pushing it open.And stopped dead.Mrs. Harlan was already inside.She was standing by my small suitcase, my clothes laid out across the bed in neat piles and was humming softly under her breath as she transferred items from the bed into the suitcase.It took her a couple of moments to notice me, only looking up when the door opened wider, her silver hair catching the light from the window as she smiled at me.“Good morning again, dear,” she greeted. “I thought I’d help with the packing since Mr. Gage mentioned you’d be leaving soon. He asked me to make sure everything was ready by eleven-thirty.”I blinked, still standing in the doorway, fingers still wrapped around the knob. “You… you

Before I could respond his hand found mine on the table, fingers threading through mine in one smooth motion, then he tugged gently but firmly and I lost my balance for half a second, laughing as I tipped forward, and he caught me easily, guiding me until I fell across his lap in a sprawl of limbs and blanket and half-hearted protest.“Gage…” I started, but the word dissolved into another laugh when he wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me flush against him, my back to his chest, my legs draped awkwardly over the armrest until he shifted us both so I was straddling him properly, knees bracketing his hips, hands braced on his shoulders.He squeezed my ass with both hands and I gasped, arching into him involuntarily. “You started it,” he reminded me, voice dropping into that low, gravelly register that always made my stomach flip. His hands kneaded slowly, thumbs tracing the lower curve where my thigh met cheek, fingers digging in just enough to remind me how easily he could h

His hand slid between us again, fingers finding my clit and rubbing tight, fast circles that matched the brutal rhythm of his thrusts. “Fuck!” I cried out into his mouth as the orgasm tore through me, my walls clenching around him so hard he groaned like it hurt. My entire body seized, back arching off the mattress, vision whiting out at the edges while wave after wave crashed over me, leaving me shaking and sobbing, nails raking down his back. But he didn’t stop. Didn’t even fucking slow down and just fucked me through it with the same punishing force, dragging every last tremor out of me until I was gasping, oversensitive and pleading incoherently against his mouth. When the aftershocks finally started to fade, leaving me limp and trembling, he pulled out suddenly making me whine at the sudden emptiness, my pussy clenching around nothing like it was trying to pull him back in. Before I could process the loss, his hand was in my hair again, fisting tight at the roots, yanking

We stepped inside with the driver still outside arranging the luggage with the slow, methodical care of someone used to handling expensive things carefully when the heavy front door closed behind us with a soft, final thud that seemed to seal the rest of the world away. The entryway was warm—almost shockingly so after the bite of the coastal wind—and smelled faintly of cedar from the wood-burning fireplace in the great room and something sweeter, maybe cinnamon or clove from whatever the caretaker had left used before we arrived. The lights were low, set on a soft timer probably, and making the glass walls facing the ocean feel less like windows and more like portals into a dark, restless sea that whispered against the rocks far below.I took one step forward and my knees decided they’d had enough.It wasn’t dramatic, not really. Okay, maybe it was.I swayed and simply let myself fall forward into him.My cheek pressed against his chest, right over the steady thump of his heart, an

“You’re calling me a pervert now?” He managed between laughs, voice thick with amusement as he turned off the shower, grabbed a thick towel from the warmer, and wrapped it around me first—drying me gently, carefully, before wrapping another around his waist. “After everything we just did? After you begged me to fuck you harder, after you came so hard you were crying my name into the pillow? Now I’m the pervert for touching you?”My face burned hotter—cheeks, ears, neck, everything on fire—and I shoved at his shoulder as carried me back to the bedroom—again—because apparently my legs still weren’t trustworthy, though there was no real force behind it. “Yes! You are! I literally told you I was tired. Exhausted. Dead on my feet. And the first thing you do is—” I gestured vaguely at my chest, too embarrassed to say it out loud even after everything. “—that!”He laid me on the bed while he continued laughing, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he reached out and caught my wrist before I c