All Chapters of Daddies Taste Better : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ The morning light crept through the curtains like it had no idea what had happened the night before. Soft, pale, almost gentle. I woke up to it slowly, head heavy, mouth dry, the kind of sleep that feels more like drowning than resting. My phone on the nightstand read 7:42 a.m. One week until finals started. One week until everything either fell apart or somehow held together.I lay there for a long minute, staring at the ceiling. Then cursed under my breath.I really… really didn’t want to get up.I wanted to pull the covers over my head, text my professors some excuse, and hide in this room until the world sorted itself out. Until Noah forgot what he saw. Until the guilt stopped gnawing at my ribs. Until I figured out how to look Gage in the eye without feeling like I was lying every time I opened my mouth.But exams were next week.The lectures this week weren’t optional anymore. They were review sessions, practice problems, last-minute clarifications on material I’d b

Mia drove me home after our second round of coffees turned into lunch at the campus diner. She didn’t ask if I wanted a ride; she just said, “Get in, I’m taking you,” and I was too drained to argue. Mia’s old Honda fishtailed once on the way out of the parking lot, but she handled it with a muttered curse and a quick correction, her hands tight on the wheel.We didn’t talk much. The radio did the talking with a sad indie songs and we just listened.We pulled through the gates and Mia parked in the circular drive and turned to me.“You sure you’re good?”“Yeah,” I let out. “You?”“Yeah.”“You sure?”She chuckled and leaned over to hug me. “Love you.”“Love you too.”I climbed out, waving as she backed down the drive and disappeared out the gate. Then I turned to the house.The front door was unlocked when I stepped in, which was probably Mrs. Harlan doing. The foyer was dim, only the soft glow from the chandelier on its lowest setting.But it won’t take a genius to notice that the ho

My breath hitched. Heat flooded me, pooling low and fast. I arched into his hand, silently asking for more, and he gave it—rolling my nipple between his fingers, tugging, twisting until it ached in the best way. His other hand slid down my stomach, under the waistband of my leggings, fingers dipping beneath my panties to find me already soaked.“Christ, Thea,” he groaned, pressing one thick finger inside me without warning. “Always so fucking wet for me. Like your body knows exactly who it belongs to.”I whimpered, pushing back against him, feeling the hard length of his cock pressed against my ass through his pants. He added a second finger, curling them, stroking that spot that made my toes curl.“You’re going to come on my fingers first,” he said against my neck, teeth scraping the sensitive skin there. “Then on my tongue. And only then will I fuck you. Slow at first. Then hard enough you feel me for days.”I was already trembling, hips rocking into his hand, chasing the pressure.

The pulses seemed to go on forever, each throb of his cock inside me sending aftershocks through my oversensitive body. I could feel every spurt, warm and thick, coating me from the inside, marking me in a way that felt almost irreversible. My own orgasm had left me limp and trembling, but this made me clench weakly around him again, drawing a low, broken groan from his chest.Eventually he shifted, pressing a kiss to the nape of my neck, then my shoulder. But instead of rolling away, his grip tightened. One hand slid up into my hair, fingers threading through the damp strands at the base of my skull.He tugged tilting my head back toward him.“Turn around,” he ordered, voice low and rough, carrying that unconscious edge of command that always made my stomach flip.I obeyed, slow and languid, his cock slipping out of me as I moved. The sudden emptiness made me whimper softly, and I felt the warm trickle of him start to leak down my thigh. He noticed—of course he did—and his eyes dark

She came first, body seizing, a choking muffled scream vibrated around Lex’s cock. Ellis didn’t relent, driving into her with force, chasing his own release. With a guttural curse, he buried himself deep and let go, pulsing hot inside her while his fingers dug into her waist hard enough to bruise.Lex followed soon after, pulling out at the last second, coming across her face and chest with a low groan.They pulled away slowly, breathing heavily while she collapsed sideways on the couch, flushed, and trembling, covered in sweat and cum, eyes glazed with aftershock.Lex grabbed a throw blanket from the ottoman, and tossed it over her loosely. While I sat where I watched, still hadn't moved. Still smoking and still fucking hard.Ellis looked over, noticed my hand on myself, and smirked. “You good, man?”I exhaled smoke, voice calm. “Fine.”Lex laughed under his breath. “Ice king strikes again.”The girl—Chloe?—lifted her head slightly, looked at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “You didn’t…