All Chapters of Daddies Taste Better : Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

It didn’t take long before my orgasm came crashing over me in ways that made my whole body shake. I cried out into the pillow, my walls clenching tight around him as pleasure ripped through me, leaving me breathless and trembling.Gage groaned, his pace faltering and thrust in hard one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came with a broken curse. I felt the hot pulse of him flooding inside me, his grip on my hair tightening as he rode out his release.For a moment, the only sound in the room was our ragged breathing.Then he pulled out slowly, and I felt the warm, sticky mess begin to drip down my thighs. Before I could even catch my breath, his hand was back in my hair — gentler this time — as he guided me to turn over.His voice was low, rough, and unmistakably commanding when he spoke.“Clean the mess, Love.”My eyes met his. Even through the haze of pleasure, I understood exactly what he wanted. My cheeks flushed hot, but I didn’t hesitate. I shifted down the bed, settl

Around 8pm, just as I was curled up on my bed in an oversized shirt, scrolling through nothing in particular on my phone, it lit up with an incoming video call.Mom & DadI stared at the screen for a second, a weird mix of warmth and dread settling in my chest. I wanted to talk to them because of how much I already missed them. But after everything Kai had told me today, I also wasn’t sure I was ready to look them in the eyes and pretend everything was normal.But I answered anyway.The screen filled with both their faces, with Mom in a cozy sweater, and Dad leaning in from beside her with that familiar half-smile. The background looked like our living room back home, and for a moment it made my throat tight.“Saraphina!” Mom’s face brightened the second she saw me. “There she is! We’ve been waiting all day to hear from you.”“Hey,” Dad added, his voice warm. “How was your first full week of classes? You settling in okay?”I forced a smile, adjusting the phone so they could see me bett

“I’ll go get the first aid kit,” I informed him. “Don’t move. You’re making a mess on the floor.” His jaw tightened, but he didn’t stop me this time. Maybe it was the shock, or maybe he was in more pain than he wanted to admit. Either way, I turned on my heel and headed for the stairs before he could change his mind. My bare feet padded quickly up the steps, heart still racing from the confrontation but when I got there, the first aid kit was exactly where I remembered it—top shelf of the tall cabinet behind the towels, still neatly stocked from the last time I’d patched him up. I grabbed it, along with a clean towel and some antiseptic wipes. Then I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and headed back downstairs. He was still in the same spot near the study, leaning heavily against the doorframe now like standing was costing him. The blood on his lip had smeared, and the bruise on his cheek looked even worse under the dull lights. He watched me approach without a word, eye

“Okay,” I said quietly, and then I stayed silent for the rest of the ride.Mr. James didn’t push the conversation either. He just kept driving, eyes fixed on the road, hands steady on the wheel.I turned back to the window, watching the city blur past. By the time we pulled up to the university gates, the usual morning buzz of students felt distant. I thanked Mr. James with a small nod and stepped out of the car, adjusting my bag on my shoulder as I walked toward the main buildings.The campus looked normal enough at least. I was thankful for that.I headed straight to my first class, found a seat near the middle of the lecture hall, and settled in. The professor hadn’t arrived yet, so I pulled out my notebook and tried to organize my thoughts. A few minutes later, a girl slid into the seat beside me. She had curly hair pulled back into a loose bun, and wore a bright yellow sweater that stood out against the sea of neutral campus outfits. She glanced over with a friendly smile.“Hey

I dragged myself to my actual lecture hall with about twenty minutes to spare. I found a seat near the back, dropped my bag beside me, and just… sat there. I didn’t even bother pulling out my notebook. My mind was too loud, too full of questions I couldn’t answer.Riley knew about Noah.She knew enough to ask me directly about him.And the way she reacted when I said I hadn’t heard from him… that wasn’t normal.I stared blankly at the front of the room, barely registering the other students filing in around me. The low hum of conversations faded into background noise as my thoughts spiraled. Was Riley connected to Noah somehow? I didn’t even realize how much time had passed until the lecturer walked in and started setting up at the front. The sudden shift in energy around me pulled me out of my daze. People were settling into their seats, opening laptops, and the room was filling up fast.I blinked and sat up straighter, trying to shake off the fog in my head. I needed to focus. At l