All Chapters of All For You, Daddy: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

My whole body tingles as Benny helps me put away my groceries. I'm painfully aware of how wet I am between my legs as we move around in my small kitchen. I had no idea I could get that turned on, nor did I know that I could cum so hard I could forget my own name. I try and brush against him and touch him as much as I can without making it look like I'm doing it on purpose. He, on the other hand, looks to be giving me as much space as the kitchen will allow. I'm not sure why he's acting that way after what we did in my living room. I can tell by glancing down at his shorts he's still turned on, but his focus is on food. Maybe if we eat we can get back to making out and all the stuff we did before.I turn around to grab my step stool to put something away, but Benny grabs the items and does it without me asking for help."Things get done a lot faster with you around," I admit and smile at him.He's so big he takes up most of the space in my kitchen. I don't know what it is about his siz

I sit up in the center of a huge bed and my dark hair falls around me. I push it out of my face the best I can when I don't feel my hair tie on my wrist.A small shaft of light spills in from the cracked bathroom door and I can see I'm surrounded by big fluffy white pillows. If I didn't know better, I'd think I was on a cloud, but the ache between my legs reminds me of what happened last night.I glance over to the window and light peeks from the bottom of the curtains, letting me know it's the next day. How long have I slept? The last thing I remember was being on the sofa with Benny, but I don't know how I got from there into here. Obviously, Benny moved me, but I don't remember at what point he carried me in here.I flop back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling. I bite my lip and smile because last night was wonderful. Benny fed me until I could barely move. My mom is an amazing cook, but he has her beat, not that I'd ever tell her that.When we cuddled up on the sofa, I fought

When I hear the elevator door close and I know I'm alone I go to her door. Before I can reach it, Terrence flings it open and is rushing out to jump in my arms."Benny, what's going to happen? Why were they here? What did that woman say? They can't take you to jail, can they?"She peppers me with questions as she kisses my face and my hands go to her ass."It's okay, sweets. Calm down," I soothe as I squeeze her and rub her against my cock. It calms me down just as much as her, and after a few quick rubs and she's purring in my arms."I got so scared," she says as her lips finds mine.I taste her tongue and I growl as I back her up into her apartment. I kick the door closed behind us before I push her against it and reach between us. I'm fucking dying for her again already and I hope she's not too sore. When my cock is free I tug her little shorts to the side and sink into her juicy heat. She's soaked for it and I groan as I thrust in and out a few inches, careful not to give her too

Five years later...I smile at my phone when I see the picture Terrence's mom texted me moments ago. In it our baby girl, who's not a baby so much anymore, is smiling big. She sits in the middle of a pile of stuffed animals overflowing her bed. All of them are ones her mama designed over the years. The one inspired by our little girl is in her hands. Adalyn holds the stuffed animal up, showing it off in the picture. It's the reason we're here.I put my arm around my wife's chair, leaning over to show her the picture her mom sent. She's babysitting our little girl and two boys while we have a date night. It isn't any regular date night though. No, tonight my beautiful little wife is receiving an award for the work she did for the Love Toy Company.Neither of us knew when she was crafting the stuffed doll that looked like Adalyn how big it would be. It initiated a whole new line for the company. From books to snacks, even an app. It was wild seeing all the designs my wife made come to l

A week goes by in a blur. For the first two days, I’m in the hospital, recovering from smoke inhalation. My aunt and cousins arrive to take care of the funeral arrangements, dropping flowers off in my hospital room, crying into tissues. People visit. Voices, facial features, comforting touches all feel the same.I don’t know how to feel. Sad, yes. Lonely? That’s really nothing new. My father was increasingly absent leading up to the fire, coming home late at night, leaving before I woke. The meager time we spent together, he seemed nervous, chain smoking in our backyard while I watched television or did housework. We weren’t close even before my mother left, but we respected each other. He cared about me in his own way and made an effort on my birthday and Christmas. My father wasn’t a bad man, he just didn’t know how to be a dad.Laughter echoes in my head every time I close my eyes now. Did someone want to hurt my father? Was there something he didn’t tell me?In the hospital, every