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 8

It felt as though I was reliving a dream, I was curled up in this man's arms.

I watched closely as he took a generous sip of his wine, and then he pulled me onto his lap. Bringing his lips to mine, he gradually shared the drink with me, directly from his mouth and then sucked the softness of my lips into his warm mouth.

We carried on like this, I did not know how long, I was too engrossed in the act that I did not give a damn about the time that swept by, so we continued in that motion until the bottle was half empty, and by then, I was floating on cloud nine. His hands were gliding over my shoulders, collarbones, and scooping my breasts when, all of a sudden, he playfully tipped me onto the couch.

"You are such a naughty girl", he said, smacking my face and spreading my legs. I landed on my back with a soft huff, feeling him settle on top of me.

Using the palms of his hands, he began to work on my breast and then moved down my stomach. After days of dreaming for this moment and hours of waiting for him to make the first move, this was pure bliss, and I was going to enjoy the best of it. Despite his imposing giant stature, he was incredibly gentle in a way that had me begging for his ruthlessness. He clearly knew his way around: a gentle suck here, a push there, and soothing circles everywhere, his fingers were actively at work deep inside my warm spot. I found myself sighing repeatedly, lost in the moment.

Eventually, the sensation became almost too much to bear. I arched my hips and nudged him off me, laughing at the astonished look on his face.

This man was a god!

"You are not enjoying what I'm doing to you?" He asked.

"No. I do. I love it. I just have other plans," I tried to say.

"Well over here, I call the shots and don't ever interrupt me while I am working my way around you" He commanded, his voice was so sexy, I was trembling from the brewing sweet sensation in my pussy.

In one strong pull at my nightie, everything went flying towards him.

Pangs of embarrassment engulfed me as his eyes absorbed the netty pieces of clothing covering my vagina.

He dug the two forefingers of his right hand inside my pussy, and pulled me to himself, it was rough, mindly painful but I loved that he disregarded my pussy the way he did.

He ripped my net pants off my crotch with his left hand while his right hand explored ferociously my willing walls.

Then he pushed me back on the couch and got on top of me. I wanted to die at the crushing weight of this man on top of me. It felt wicked to be completely naked with him still fully clothed on top of me.

But like he had instructed, he was in charge and I was to submissively let him lead.

I even welcomed the idea.

The whole concept of me being ferociously devoured by this ultra-masculine man who seemed to know the right places to touch.

"Fuck me already, daddy. Please" I whispered.

Slap!

I felt his palm connect to my cheeks and watched him signal me to shut the fuck up and not make a single sound. He looked like a monster with the way his eyes narrowed.

It stung me so bad, but I deserved it for being a dirty dick hungry slut.

"Do it again" I said.

And this time, he almost knocked the air out of me with my head whipping side ways.

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9.2

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