All Chapters of All For You, Daddy: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

God, she’s beautiful when she sleeps. Her long, blonde hair is in disarray on the pillows, her mouth in a pouting bow. Nicholas’s fingers are still curled around some strands of her hair, as if he passed out in the process of bringing it toward his nose for a sniff. The swells of her sweet, young tits rest on my chest, her nipples lost in my chest hair. I’ve got a hard-on to beat the fucking band. It’s pressed in between Dasha’s belly and my own, begging for her pussy, but no way I’m taking her again tonight. She’s worn out, still covered in our come and definitely sore.I told myself I’d take her with more care. Didn’t happen that way, though. She gives me feverlust, this girl. When she’s in that take-me-take-me state, like earlier tonight, control is futile. Lord, she accepted me so good in that tight body, milking me dry until I fucking collapsed. She’s more incredible than anything I could have imagined—and while I’m still not fucking happy about sharing her with another man, I’m

I try to stay in the locked apartment. I really do.But I didn’t count on seeing the fire from Nicholas’s bedroom window. Smoke fills the sky and below…below is an inferno. I’m way too familiar with the experience of being surrounding by flames. Is that what my two lovers are seeing right now? A wall of fire, the inescapable smell of everything melting and being destroyed?After fifteen minutes spent pacing the bedroom, I’m going stir crazy. I can’t lose Clement and Nicholas. I can’t. They were my saviors in the fire and every day afterward, standing guard at my bedside, making me feel loved and cared for when I needed it most. Touching me with such passion one minute, holding me like a treasure the next. Already, my stomach is caving in on itself at the very possibility they could be hurt. Don’t firefighters get injured—or worse—all the time?Yes. Yes…and if that happens, I have to be there to give them the same support they’ve given me. I have to do something.Dark laughter fills my

If there’s ever a time in my life I don’t turn into a fucking madman over the sight of Dasha’s cunt, I must be six feet under. It affects me like nothing else. All bare and built too tight for the kind of obsessed, animalistic fucking she tempts a man to hand her. Won’t stop me from giving it to her, though. Nothing can stop me joining my body with the girl I not only love, but have lost my mind over—and I do it now.Have to. Need her.Breathing like a goddamn racehorse, I take one final look at the perfection of Clement holding open Dasha’s legs for my cock and I step between them, tucking myself in between the glistening, barely parted lips of her cunt and I lunge upward, catching her scream with my mouth.“Shit,” I rasp halfway through a kiss, my eyes rolling back in my head because she’s wrapped up around me like a Chinese finger trap, constricting when I pull out for that second mind-blowing thrust. “I keep this dick just for little sister, don’t I?” I rasp at her mouth. “So tigh

They’re not taking me back to my aunt’s house.That much is obvious.When I stormed out of the firehouse, Clement and Nicholas were hot on my heels, continuing to glower at each other until we climbed into Nicholas’s truck. It wasn’t lost on me that Clement let him drive—and that act of consideration is the one thing giving me hope. Thanks to Nicholas’s injury and their exchange while braving the fire tonight, the power dynamic was off when they walked into the firehouse. Having those strange men check me out and rile their possessive nature didn’t help. I could excuse their pissing contest…but I don’t want to.If I make an exception every time Clement and Nicholas alpha out over me, it’s going to become the norm. And I can’t be happy like that. We can’t be happy like that.“This is not the way to my aunt’s house, Nicholas,” I point out from the passenger seat. “You missed the turn.”A muscle jumps along Nicholas’s jawline. “I’ll never be able to sleep without you safe in my bed. Not

Clement and I reach the bathroom at the same time and shove through the door together—and there’s Dasha on the floor. Not. Moving. The world starts spinning again when our simultaneous roars of utter denial rouse her, but she only moves a little. Her hand lifts and drops. But Clement and I are beside her in an instant. He secures a makeshift mask over her face and I scoop up her limp body, already vowing to kill the man who dared touch her.Touched what’s ours.A lump rises in my throat when I see the blood caked in Dasha’s hair. “Her head.”“I see it,” Clement responds, rage and grief warring on his face. “Motherfucker hit her over the head. He was already dead, but now we kill him slowly.”“Damn right we do.”The bathtub is still full of water, telling me she never made it to the bath and for some reason, that makes me even angrier. Since the night started, our poor girl has been scared for our safety at the fire, nearly accosted by a group of strange firemen, fucked by two insatiab