All Chapters of All For You, Daddy: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

The teeth of my zipper bite into my bulging erection, making my laugh sound more like a groan. "I've never danced in my life, Harriet. I have no idea how.""If you ask me nicely, I'll teach you."And then she's coming closer. Walking her fingers along the surface of the island, slowly cutting a path in my direction. "What...right now?"She shrugs a delicate shoulder. "Now is as good a time as any."That's what she thinks.My dick is currently harder than steel. There will be no hiding it."I-I don't think that's necessary, Harriet, but thank you." I start to back away, but then she's in front of me—and I can't move. I can't function, because she's so fucking beautiful up close that my windpipe closes. Oh my God. Does she even have pores? Why isn't she acting in movies? More than her looks, however, there is this sweet vulnerability to her that is making me want to kneel at her feet. How can she be trembling when she's a million miles out of my league? "Harriet...I can't."She slides a

I take my usual route to work, stopping at my usual bakery for coffee. But it's not a typical morning because I didn't see him. I'm restless and everything is moving in a sluggish motion, voices and car engines ringing in my ears, like I'm trapped in a fun house. I'm going through Locke withdrawals, aren't I? Yes, that's what this is. And it's twice as intense because I've touched him now. Spent time with him. I didn't get my daily dose.Didn't—I stop short when I walk into my office.Locke is...here? Or more likely, my mind is playing tricks on me.He can't really be sitting in our client reception area, holding a bouquet of flowers, his mouth moving, as if he's silently rehearing a speech. What is happening?I try to fill my lungs with oxygen, but I can only manage a gasping half-breath. "Locke?"He looks up at me abruptly, dropping the bouquet. And when he bends down to retrieve it, muttering under his breath, his knee bashes into the coffee table.His wince of discomfort causes d

It's raining. The sky is an eerie shade of gray, the air rife with electricity.The hair on my arm stands on end. A sick feeling weighs down my stomach.I haven't been able to think straight since walking out of Harriet's office yesterday morning. I alternate between feeling like a stranger in my own skin...and feeling at home there. The name I called her is unconscionable. I've never said those words out loud in my entire life, never even thought them about someone. And yet, when her perfect mouth was panting against mine, my thumb stroking the slick flesh of her pussy, those words felt like the most natural thing in the world. When she said, "Tell me what I am," it was as though someone whispered the answer in my ear, telling me what she would like, what would finish her.That whisper was right.As soon as I called her a little slut, she started shaking, moisture rushing around the spot where I touched her. During those moments where she panted through her orgasm, it was very diffic

"Jesus Christ," I say raggedly, gritting my teeth to keep from fountaining come into my pants. "Tell me how to satisfy you. Show me. Please."Knowing how to make this woman orgasm is suddenly the most important knowledge I'll ever possess. Forget coding. Forget my endless hunt for new formulas. My only mission is her pleasure now and it's urgent. I need to know how to fuck her right. Immediately."Don't you know?" she whispers, straddling me. Sitting on my thighs while she unbuttons my pants and slowly, slowly tugs down my zipper. With her mouth against mine, she breathes in. And out. "You satisfy me constantly."I'm confused by that statement but it swells my cock, nonetheless. Makes my head spin. "How? I don't understand."She takes out my erection with a whimpering sound, stroking it like a priceless work of art, rubbing it against the smooth crotch of her thong. Shuddering. Gasping. "Sometimes all I have to do is think of you..." She licks the seam of my mouth. "And rub my clit a

Oh God.This is even worse than I thought.I am deceiving this man. I am turning him into a twisted mess, like me.And he wants to give me legitimacy.Wants to take me out on a date, maybe even wants me to be his girlfriend. Lord, the very idea of that is intoxicating. A dream I never thought could really come true.It's further proof that he's too kind, too honorable for me."No." I drop my legs from around his waist, stepping away on shaky ground. "I have a lot of work to do here, Locke. And..." My hands wring together, misery lancing me in the side. "And I just don't think that it's a good idea. I'm not looking for anything serious."Liar. You would throw yourself in front of a bullet for him.It doesn't get more serious.Locke's brows draw together above the black frames of his glasses, as if he's going through a math problem, looking for where he made a mistake. And he doesn't find one. "You're not looking for anything serious?" he repeats, his skepticism obvious. "Don't lie to m