Lahat ng Kabanata ng Daddy’s Dirty Secrets : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 7

(Selena's pov)I lay on the air mattress in Sonia's room with the glow from her laptop screen still flickering across the ceiling even though the movie had ended almost an hour ago. Sonia was out cold beside me, curled up under her blanket with her mouth slightly open and soft snores escaping every few breaths. The house felt too quiet now. Every little creak of the floorboards or hum of the air conditioning made my skin prickle. I could not shut my brain off. My body felt restless in a way I could not ignore, a low warm ache that had been building since I arrived earlier that evening.Mr. Callan had opened the door when I got here carrying my overnight bag. He had smiled at me the same way he always did, warm but with something heavier behind it lately. “Good to see you, Selena. Sonia’s upstairs.” His voice was deep and rough around the edges, the kind that settled low in my stomach.He had been wearing a simple gray t-shirt that stretched across his broad chest and sweatpants that h

(Selena's pov)I lay there on Mr. Callan’s bed with my legs spread open, my shorts and panties already gone, my tank top pushed up above my heavy breasts. My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat and between my legs. The house was quiet now that Sonia had left for yoga, but the silence only made everything feel louder inside my head.The guilt was still there, heavy and sharp, twisting in my stomach every time I thought about my best friend walking out the door completely unaware that I was waiting naked in her father’s bed. But the need was stronger. It had been building for so long that my pussy was throbbing visibly, slick and swollen, dripping onto his sheets.Mr. Callan stood at the foot of the bed looking down at me. His eyes were dark and intense as they moved slowly over my body, taking in my hard nipples, the soft curve of my belly, and the way my thighs trembled from how exposed I felt. He reached down and palmed his cock through his pants, stroking himsel

The next morning I woke up deliciously sore in the sweetest, most sinful way possible. My pussy throbbed with a deep, satisfying ache that radiated through my core with every tiny shift of my hips inside Sonia’s sleeping bag. Mr. Callan had absolutely ruined me the night before first bending me over his bed and pounding my dripping cunt until I squirted all over his sheets in a shaking, eye-rolling orgasm, then again at 3 a.m. when I couldn’t resist sneaking back into his room like a desperate, cock-addicted little slut. He’d taken me in the shower, pressing my soaked body against the cool tiles while hot water cascaded over us, his thick, veiny cock stretching me open from behind as he growled filthy promises into my ear and pumped me full of yet another massive load.Even now, hours later, I could feel his warm, sticky cum still slowly leaking out of my well-fucked hole, coating my inner thighs and staining the fabric of my tiny sleep shorts. The scent of sex clung faintly to my ski

The summer was slipping away faster than I wanted, like sand through my fingers, and with it came the bittersweet ache of knowing our stolen paradise couldn’t last forever. Sonia had been buzzing all week about the weekend getaway at Jake’s family cabin with a group of friends. When Friday afternoon finally arrived, she hugged me tight at the door, her bag slung over her shoulder and her face lit up with excitement. “This is going to be so much fun! Text me if you get bored here alone with Dad. Love you, babe. You’re the best.”I hugged her back, my heart twisting violently with guilt even as fresh wetness pooled between my thighs at the thought of having her father all to myself for two whole days. “Love you too. Have the best time. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” I teased, my voice sweet while inside I was already imagining Mr. Callan’s thick cock stretching me open in every room of the house. The moment her car pulled out of the driveway, the front door clicked shut behind me, an