All Chapters of Daddy's Secret: A Collection of Forbidden Stories: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The lamp in the corner flickered once like it was about to give up, then settled into a dull yellow glow that painted long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. The air in Room 14 felt heavier now, thick with the smell of rain-soaked clothes, sex, and the sharp edge of too much want. No one had bothered to turn off the neon Vacancy sign outside. Red light bled through the thin curtains, pulsing in time with our breathing.Riley was the first to move again. She pushed off the bed, naked skin still flushed, dark hair sticking to her neck in wet strands.She looked at Rowan, then at me, then at Levi, and something in her eyes shifted from playful to feral.“I’m not done,” she said, voice low and rough like gravel. “Not even close.”She walked straight to Rowan, grabbed the front of his open flannel, and shoved him back against the wall. The thud echoed. Rowan’s head hit the plaster with a soft crack but he only grinned, green eyes glittering. Riley dropped to her knees in front of him

I noticed it the second the lock clicked open no resistance, no stiff tumblers, just a smooth slide like the door had been waiting for me. I stepped inside anyway because the listing photos matched exactly.high ceilings, exposed brick, big windows facing the river. My suitcase wheels rattled across the hardwood as I dragged it in and kicked the door shut behind me.The place smelled faintly of cedar and clean laundry. I dropped my bag by the couch, peeled off my jacket, kicked my sneakers into the corner. I was exhausted fourteen-hour flight, delayed Uber, the usual post-travel haze. I stripped down to nothing in the living room, left my clothes in a trail to the bathroom. The shower was massive, rainfall head, black tile. I stood under the hot spray for twenty minutes letting it pound the knots out of my shoulders.When I stepped out, towel wrapped loose around my chest, hair dripping down my back, I heard the front door open.Not a knock. Not a key in the lock. Just the soft clic

The rain had stopped sometime after midnight but the windows were still fogged, streaked with long slow tears. The room smelled like us now sweat, sex, the faint copper of my bitten lip. My body felt heavy, used, beautifully sore, but every time his eyes raked over me the ache between my legs turned fresh and hungry again.He hadn’t left the bed. Just propped himself on one elbow, watching me sprawl on my stomach, cheek pressed to the pillow, ass still lifted slightly like I couldn’t quite bring myself to close my legs. Cum had dried in sticky trails down the insides of my thighs. He reached over, dragged two fingers through the mess, then pushed them back inside my pussy slow, stirring it like he was mixing paint.I hissed through my teeth. “Sensitive.”“Good,” he said, voice gravel. “Means you’ll feel every second of what comes next.”He withdrew his fingers, sucked them clean, then flipped me onto my back in one smooth pull. My legs fell open automatically. He settled between t

He eased out of the bed slow and quiet, careful not to wake Mom. Then he grabbed me, pulled me right to the edge, lifted my legs high and hooked them over his broad shoulders. My thighs spread wide open for him, pussy dripping and exposed under the dim moonlight slipping through the curtains.Now I had the perfect view. His cock fuck, it was even bigger up close. Thick veins running along the shaft, head swollen and shiny with my wetness, so long it looked impossible. My stomach flipped. I’d dreamed about this dick stretching me, but seeing it hovering right at my entrance made my heart pound harder.He didn’t tease. Just pressed the fat head against my soaked hole and pushed in slow at first, letting me feel every thick inch splitting me open. I bit my lip hard to keep quiet, but a soft whimper escaped anyway. He filled me so completely I could barely breathe.Then he started moving. Slow deep strokes turning into hard, fast thrusts. My tits bounced wildly with every slam, nipples h

I’ve known Mr. Reynolds since I was little. He’s my dad’s best friend, tall, broad-shouldered, always in those tight t-shirts that show off his arms and chest. Now I’m 19, home from college for the summer, and every time I see him my pussy gets wet. His wife Lisa is nice, but she’s always at work or at the gym. And Mr. Reynolds… he’s been looking at me differently lately.Today I was sunbathing in our backyard in my tiniest red bikini. He was in his garage working on his truck, shirt off, sweat running down his back. Every time he bent over I could see the bulge in his jeans. I couldn’t stop staring.He caught me. Our eyes met across the fence and he smirked. A few minutes later he walked over, wiping his hands on a rag.“Hey sweetheart,” he said, voice deep. “You need help with anything?”I sat up, letting my bikini top slip just a little. “Actually… the light in my room stopped working. Dad’s not home. Think you could take a look?”He didn’t even hesitate. “Lead the way.”We went i