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FOR DADDY'S EYES ONLY!

WARNING: 18+ ONLY‼️ Dearest Reader, The pleasurable act of sinning never felt so good. LMW presents to you a collection of all the sins you never had the courage to commit.... This book is an exotic collection of 30 different erotic stories of irresistible steam, passionate romance, ecstasy, and a salacious manifestation of your darkest desires. There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable, get ready to wet yourselves, dream, desire for more like I did and have fun! Lila Monroe Williams
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Chapter 3

I tried telling Olivia about the man from earlier and she kept interrupting and talking about her uncle.

In a way I was beginning to get irritated as I wanted her to hear my thoughts too, perhaps the pressure I was feeling in between my legs would douse off if I shared my thoughts with her.

"You see, this is one of my uncle's latest whip," she said, pressing a button in between to reveal a champagne cooler, she pulled out a bottle of champagne and the glass, "Help me hold this"

She said, motioning me to hold one of the glasses as she poured into our glasses.

"Oh he has quite an expensive taste" I whispered as I sipped from my glass.

"So tell me about this new guy you have been wanting to tell me about" she asked, crossing her legs.

Finally!

I took a deep breath, taking another sip before speaking, "Babe, that man is a god, you need to see how his presence dominated the cafe, now I know the men in Tampa do little about their appearance, that Man was different"

"Tell me about it!" Olivia leapt.

We were discussing when the car pulled to a stop.

"We are here Madam," the chauffeur said, alighting to come open the door for us.

We had to postpone our conversation until when we were settled on the yacht.

I stepped onto the yacht with Olivia, my heart pounding as my eyes travelled around the vicinity in split seconds.

These people looked rich!!

As much as I tried to match up the energy, I could not help but admit the feeling brewing inside me, that I looked cheap, smelt cheap and felt cheap.

That's how intimidated being in here made me feel.

The sea waves were such a sight to behold, a gust of fresh air brushed against my face as I scanned the deck, feeling partly super excited and nervous.

"This way please" Olivia said, leading the way.

It appeared she knew her way around. Perhaps she had been here several times, she was the one with the rich uncle.

Olivia kept looking around as we walked through.

"There he is" I heard her say, but I didn't see who she was referring to.

As we made our way along the deck, my eyes locked on a familiar figure.

There, under a soft pool of light near the railing, stood the man I had seen at the café in Ybor City.

What the hell!!

Is that who I think it is?

In that instant, my mind spun with wild, vivid images.

I imagined his warm eyes meeting mine and, in a heat of passion, our lips would meet in a passionate kiss.

I felt my pulse race as my thoughts travelled miles around the spheres of flagrant fornication.

For a moment, I was lost -He was tall, with broad shoulders and a square-like jawline covered with nicely trimmed beards. His salt-and-pepper hair was styled perfectly, and his eyes were small, seductive and fierce. He was a daddy! He was all I needed to have a pleasant night's rest, or was it the fullness of his lips as I imagined all the naughty things they would do on my nipple?

I had been so lost in thought, imagining him fucking me hardcore, that I hadn't even noticed Olivia waving her hand in front of my face.

"Hey Uncle, Meet Jules!! And Jules, this is my uncle and godfather, Charles Davenport," she said, introducing us.

I blinked, startled, as Olivia stepped forward with an excited smile. Standing next to her stunning and fashionably dressed Godfather, it was then it dawned on me fully, he was the man from the café.

This has got to be fate playing a fast one on me.

I blushed, feeling a little embarrassed about my dirty thoughts. But as I looked into Charles's eyes, I couldn't help the tension I was feeling inside me.

Shortness of breath, vibrating lips and electricity shooting through my veins as I tried to compose myself.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Juliana," he said with the deepest voice I have ever heard from a man, my vagina was screaming!

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he took my hand and kissed it gently.

Dead!

Did Charles Davenport just kiss my hand? I said in my mind, but I maintained a straight face trying not to show how excited I was. I didn't want to sell myself short.

God knows it took all of me to act like I did not care that just did that. If only my friend knew the abominable things her uncle was doing to me in my head.

I took his hand, still a bit shaken, and managed a small smile. "The pleasure is mine," I replied, whisperingly.

A part of me wanted to escape to the restroom and finger myself aggressively till I came, just thinking about this Man. That's how intense the feeling of doing naughty things to this man was.

Olivia, noticing my distraction, laughed gently and whispered to my heart. "I think your imagination might have taken over for a moment there, Jules."

"What is my niece saying?" Charles asked with a smile on his face

I smiled sheepishly. "Nothing really, I'm sorry. I... I got lost in thought," I admitted, feeling embarrassed that she had noticed.

"Uncle, did I tell you, Jules is a fan of Ivy Luxora?"

"Oh is that so?" He laughed softly.

"Get ready, she has a lot to ask you today" Olivia cooed.

"Please don't take her seriously" I playfully said, trying my best to avoid his eyes.

"So Uncle, what do you have for us tonight?" Olivia asked.

"What would you like us to do?" He asked.

"Anything?" I heard Olivia say.

"You name it and it shall be done my beautiful niece" he said with so much pride.

At this point, my vagina was wailing at the delight that this man was.

Olivia suggested we all take a dip in the hot tub. I partially agreed I was not expecting him to oblige, but he did, much to my amazement.

He looked around and spotted one of the stewards adjusting a lounge chair nearby.

"Gregory, a moment, please"

"Of course, sir. What do you need?" The steward said, walking up to us.

"My niece, Olivia, and her charming friend Jules have just come aboard. I'd like the hot tub prepped-heated, clean, and made presentable. Some soft towels and perhaps a tray of strawberries and champagne as well. Do you smoke?" Charles turned to me.

I was surprised, I had forgotten what to reply and shook my head to show my disapproval with a smile on my face. I did not smoke.

"Okay then, Gregory, you know what to do, run along now" He ordered.

"Very good, sir. Shall I have the mood lighting set as well?

Charles chuckled lightly. "Just a tasteful ambience"

"Understood sir, I will have it ready in twenty minutes" Gregory said, bowing before he walked away.

For over twenty minutes we were talking, I found myself staring and passively contributing, laughing at every small joke even when it barely had any humour attached.

But I was having fun.

We were discussing until Gregory came to inform us that the hot tube was ready.

We were directed to where we could change into our bath suit.

As I stepped out in my bathing suit, Olivia said she needed to take a quick call and would join us shortly.

I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious I prayed my butt was the right size for him, I hoped my boobs were big enough for him. But when I looked over at Charles, I saw that he was watching me with a hungry look in his eyes. Perhaps, the constraints of social modesty - being that I was his niece's best friend kept him from approaching me already.

I felt my pussy growing extremely wet as I imagined him taking me right there in the hot tub, his hard dick filling me up and making me scream with pleasure. I couldn't help but touch myself as I fantasized about him, my fingers circling my clit as I moaned softly.

"Juliana, are you okay?" Olivia asked, noticing my distracted expression as she walked towards the tub.

"Yeah, I'm just...feeling a little warm," I said, trying to play it cool. But as I looked over at Charles, sipping his wine and peering at me with his tiger-like eyes, I could feel the burning heat waves in his eyes, and I don't know why, but I felt he was thinking the same thing I was.

"How old are you?" He asked, sipping wine and smoking his kush.

"Uncle, you dont ask a grown woman her age" Olivia said with a playful frown.

"23" I responded immediately but recoiled into my shell almost immediately.

As the night wore on, I found myself alone with Charles on the deck. It was just both of us with the moon hanging over us in the sky. I couldn't resist any longer – I leaned in and kissed him, feeling his lips rub against mine.

He groaned, his hands grabbing my ass and pulling me closer. I could feel his hard dick pressing against me, it was the biggest dick ever, turgid, very hard with veins and I knew I had to have him.

"Fuck me, Daddy, please," I whispered, my voice purring with desire. "Please fuck me..."

He didn't need any more encouragement. He picked me up and carried me to a nearby cabin, throwing me down on the bed and violently tearing off my bikini. Just how I wanted it. I watched as he undressed, slipping out of the last piece of clothing - his brief, his muscular body on display for me.

He was very huge and stood like a tower over my fragile body frame. He climbed on top of me, trapping me beneath him, his dick fat around the cap and extremely hard, I feared it was going to snap. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer as he slid inside me. I moaned as he filled me up, his thrusts hard and deep.

I gasped. Air escaped my throat as a wave of excruciating pain rushed through me.

"You are so fucking tight," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he tore deeper into me.

"Open me up Daddy, make me yours, dig me, Daddy, please" I cried.

His dick was so big, I wondered if I could last another minute pretending I was enjoying his thrust, my pussy was struggling to adjust to his size.

"Daddy, my pussy is going to fall apart" I screamed.

"You like it, dont you? You like being big daddy's slut?" I heard him say as he pounded harder into me.

"Yessssssss daddy! Yes!!!! Yes," I screamed.

I could feel myself getting close, my orgasm building deep inside me.

"I'm going to come," I gasped, my nails digging into his back.

"Come for me, Jules," he growled, his thrusts getting, heavier, harder and faster.

I screamed as I came, my pussy clenching around his dick as he fucked the waves of pleasure out of me. He followed soon after, his hot cum filling me up as he groaned my name.

Just then I heard; "Jules! You seem lost again!" Olivia interrupted, jolting me back to reality. Fuck, I felt super embarrassed.

"I am sorry, I just can't seem to move on from the crazy situation I had with Richard earlier" I lied.

"Who is Richard?" Charles asked.

"Her Ex-boyfriend, who won't leave her alone" Olivia responded before I could even speak.

"Hope he is not harassing you?" Charles asked, puffing the smoke from his blunt.

"Not at all," I said, sipping my drink.

"Oh Jules, please forget about Richard and enjoy the moment with us, you always wanted to talk to my uncle about his summer 2022 collection, it was one of your faves," Olivia said, nudging beside me.

Charles gave me that,' you should listen to your friend,' kind of look. Before he spoke.

"I dont know where to place your face, but I know you look familiar," he said.

He was right, I was the girl from the cafe in Ybor City.

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