All Chapters of RIDE ME MORE, DADDY : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1: Arrival at Graves RanchThe old pickup truck rattled to a stop in front of the sprawling wooden house, kicking up a cloud of red dust that clung to my skin like regret. I stepped out with my beat up suitcase in one hand, the Texas heat slamming into me like a living thing. Nineteen years old, and my whole life had just collapsed Mom and Dad losing everything in one bad investment after another. Now here I was, shipped off to my godfather’s ranch like some unwanted parcel.Colt Graves stood on the wide porch, leaning against a thick post with his arms crossed. God, he was bigger than I remembered from the few childhood visits. Fifty-one, all hard muscle and sun browned skin, with faint scars peeking from under the rolled sleeves of his denim shirt. His salt and pepper hair was cut short, and those sharp blue eyes locked on me like he was sizing up a new filly.“Ellie,” he said, his voice a low gravel that rolled right through my chest. He pushed off the post and came down t

Chapter 3: Settling In and Sparks IgniteThe days started blurring together in the best kind of way. By the third morning, my muscles ached from yesterday’s ride, but I refused to complain. After breakfast eggs, bacon, and strong black coffee that Colt made like it was his personal mission to wake me up i followed him out to the barn to help with chores.“Grab that bucket, little filly,” Colt said, his gravel voice warm as he tossed me a pair of worn work gloves. “Hay first, then grain. These horses don’t feed themselves, and neither do the hands.”I caught the gloves, smiling at the new nickname. “Little filly? You’re really committing to that, huh?”He grinned, flashing strong white teeth against his tanned face. “Fits you. All legs and big eyes, still learning how to stand steady. But you’re catching on quick.” His broad shoulders flexed as he lifted a heavy bale like it was nothing, the muscles in his arms straining the fabric of his shirt.We worked side by side in the barn, the

Chapter 5: The First TouchThe next few nights blurred into a haze of secret anticipation. Every evening after dinner, Colt would catch my eye across the table with that knowing look and murmur, “Night ride tonight, little filly. Wear something easy to move in.” My body had started craving it before he even asked. Tonight was no different.I met him at the barn just after ten, heart pounding as he saddled Thunder under the low lantern light. The big stallion snorted softly, sensing the charged air between us.“You’re trembling already,” Colt observed, his gravel voice low and rough as he helped me up. He settled me in front of him again, but this time he didn’t keep the usual careful distance. “Scared or excited, darlin’?”“Both,” I whispered, leaning back against his broad chest as Thunder started walking. The saddle pressed firm between my thighs right away, the familiar friction already making me slick. “These rides… they’re changing me, Colt. I think about them all day.”His thic

Chapter 7: Riding Under the StarsI barely slept after the barn. My body still throbbed with the memory of Colt’s thick cock stretching me open, his cum leaking down my thighs as I snuck back to the house. By the time the moon climbed high, I was already dressed in a short flowy skirt and thin top, no panties, slipping out to meet him at the barn.Colt was waiting on Thunder, the big stallion saddled and restless. His eyes raked over me hungrily in the lantern light. “There’s my needy little filly. Sneaking out again for Daddy’s cock like you can’t get enough.”“I can’t,” I admitted breathlessly, letting him pull me up onto the saddle facing him this time. My legs straddled his lap, skirt riding up as I settled down. His hard bulge pressed right against my bare, already soaked pussy. “I need you tonight, Daddy. Take me far out. I want everything.”“Fuck, that’s my girl.” He gripped my ass with both big hands, grinding me down on his clothed cock while taking the reins. “We’re going d

CHAPTER 1Lila Beaumont’s life was a glittering cage of excess, and I loved every second of teasing the bars. At twenty, I had Daddy’s black card, a walk in closet bigger than most people’s apartments, and the kind of body that turned heads without trying long legs, perky tits, and an ass that looked criminal in designer skirts. But boredom was my real enemy. That’s why I fixated on him: Dominic Kane, my father’s 47-year-old personal driver. Ex military, sharp jaw like it was carved from stone, dangerous eyes that could pin you in place, and a body built like a weapon wrapped in a crisp black suit. He was twice my age and off limits. Perfect.For months I’d tormented him. Tonight was no different. I waited until the limo purred to a stop outside the mansion, then sauntered out in a tiny white sundress that barely skimmed my thighs. The evening air kissed my skin as I approached the open door.“Evening, Driver Daddy,” I purred, sliding into the backseat with deliberate slowness. My le