CRAVING DIRTY DADDIES: AN 18+ EROTIC COLLECTION
My stepfather caught me rubbing my pus*y while grinding my ass against his hard cock inside our tent. I'd thought both he and Mom were sound asleep on either side of me. His thick length was still nestled firmly between my ass cheeks, pulsing faintly through his pants and my soaked panties.
A soft, involuntary gasp slipped from my lips as I rolled my hips in rhythm with the desperate circles of my fingers over my aching pus*y.
Then Mom stirred beside me and I froze, heart slamming against my ribs. Panic flooded me—had she heard? Then, a large, warm hand settled on my waist. I went rigid, breath caught in my throat.
"Don't stop," he murmured low against my ear, his voice a rough whisper that sent shivers racing down my spine. He'd been awake the whole time. He knew everything.
Shame burned through me like wildfire, twisting with panic and a raw, insatiable need that made tears prick at my eyes.
I was terrified he'd hate me, disgusted by what I'd done—what I was still doing. Terrified he'd wake Mom, scold me, reject me. Worst of all, the slick heat pulsing between my thighs was driving me insane, making it impossible to think clearly.
His hand tightened gently, guiding rather than restraining. "You can do whatever you want, baby," he breathed, his cock twitching insistently between my cheeks as if to prove it.
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Chapter: Forbidden Heat In The Tent CHAPTER 5: COME ON DADDY'S FACE JOANNA POV By the time I reached the campsite, tears pricked my eyes along with the ache between my legs. I unzipped the tent, crawled inside, and collapsed onto my sleeping bag. The quiet pressed in. I squeezed my thighs together, desperate to ignore the ache. But I failed. Closing my eyes, let the memories flood back: his rough grip, the stretch and burn, the low groan when he came deep inside me. My hand slid under the hem of my dress without permission, fingers brushing damp cotton. Soaked. Of course. I rubbed slow circles at first, then harder, hips rocking into my own touch. I pictured him behind me again, driving in relentless, claiming. My breath hitched. “Fuck me, Daddy…” I whispered to the empty tent, the words cracking with need. ''Harder, please..." I plunged two fingers inside, thrusting fast, chasing the ghost of him until I shattered—coming with a muffled cry, tears pricking my eyes because it wasn’t enough. It would never
Last Updated: 2026-02-04
Chapter: Forbidden Heat In The TentHAPTER 4: JEALOUSY JOANNA POV The next morning came too fast. Sunlight pierced the thin tent walls, bathing everything in a warm, golden glow that felt almost mocking—like the night before had been erased, scrubbed clean by the innocent light of day. I lay there, pretending to sleep while I listened to Mom and Knox laughing outside. listening to the low murmur of Mom and Knox’s voices outside. He said something soft, teasing; she laughed in that light, girlish way that made my chest tighten. How could he sound so normal? So unaffected as if he hadn't the one buried deep inside me, filling me with his cum. And now he was back to playing the devoted husband without missing a beat. I hated how deeply it stung. Why did it feel like he belonged to me now? One reckless night, and suddenly I felt possessive—like he was mine now. It was stupid. He was her husband. I was the intruder. Eventually I dragged myself out of the tent, hair messy, eyes still puffy from barely sleeping. Mo
Last Updated: 2026-02-04
Chapter: Forbidden Heat In The TentCHAPTER 3: WE'RE SCREWED JOANNA POV Knox pulled out swiftly, and I swallowed hard as we dropped low behind the large big, his body pressed tense against mine. Thank God for this rock—it shielded us from the tent’s direct line of sight, at least partially. “What do we do?” I whispered, my voice shaking so bad it barely came out. “She’s gonna catch us. Oh God, Daddy, we’re screwed.” “Shh, stay quiet” he hissed back, his hand still on my arm. He looked scared—really scared—for the first time. Not the confident man who’d just fucked me senseless. “Just… don’t move. She might go back in.” “But she called our names! She knows we’re out here somewhere.” I hissed, tears stinging my eyes. Fear clawed at my chest. What if she saw us? We’re ruined. Mom’s gonna hate me forever.” He squeezed my arm, trying to calm me, but his grip was shaky too. “Baby girl, breathe. Trust me when I say when she might go back in.” We huddled there, listening. Footsteps crunched closer. “Knox? Joanna
Last Updated: 2026-02-04
Chapter: Forbidden Heat In The TentCHAPTER 2: MILK ON DADDY'S COCK JOANNA POV Knox switched nipples, sucking deeper, teeth grazing just enough to make me shake. Then his big hands cupped both breasts, squeezing firm, thumbs rubbing slow circles over the wet spots he’d left. “These perfect tits, soft and big” he muttered. “Been dreaming about them way too long.” I threw my head back, rocking faster, holding his thighs for balance. “And you didn't dare to make the first move,” I whispered, half teasing, half moaning. He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through me. “Didn’t know if my little girl wanted her Daddy this bad.” His mouth closed over my nipple again, sucking hard while his hands slid down my sides, over my hips, and grabbed my ass roughly, pulling me tighter against his cock. I closed my eyes, letting the pleasure wash over me. It felt so sweet, so perfect, even as guilt tore at the edges of my mind. I kept imagining Mom stepping out of the tent. My heart raced with fear, but my body only want
Last Updated: 2026-02-04
Chapter: Forbidden Heat In The Tent (1)CHAPTER 1: GRINDING AGAINST DADDY JOANNA POV I knew this was the absolute worst thing I could do—betraying my own mother—but the throbbing ache between my thighs drowned out every rational voice screaming for me to stop. I couldn't help it; I pressed back harder, grinding my ass slowly, deliberately, against the rigid heat of my stepdad's cock like some shameless, desperate slut. I lay on my side, facing away from Mom, with Knox right behind me. The three of us were squeezed into one big family tent on this stupid camping trip Mom had planned for “quality time.” I was eighteen—old enough to know exactly how wrong this was—but the moment I felt his thick cock stiffen against me, every moral screamed in my head went silent. I didn’t care about right or wrong anymore. I just wanted him. All of him. Inside me. Knox had been my stepdad for five years, ever since Mom married him after Dad walked out. At first, he'd just been the nice guy who stepped in, lovely and kind. But somet
Last Updated: 2026-02-03
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