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Three Daddies to Call My Own (2)
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All Yours (An Erotica Collection) Her Professor
Ava Reed had never once considered cheating on her husband.Not in the four years since their wedding. Not during the quiet nights when Daniel fell asleep early, leaving her staring at the ceiling. Not even in the fleeting, guilty fantasies that sometimes slipped through her mind when she was alone.But Professor Elias Thorne changed that.He was forty-eight, tall and broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair that was always perfectly styled, a sharp jawline, and steel-gray eyes that seemed to cut through people like they were made of glass. He wore tailored suits that made every female student and half the faculty weak in the knees. He taught Advanced Literary Theory — the kind of graduate seminar you took if you wanted to be taken seriously in the department.Ava was twenty-four, married to Daniel for three years, a straight-A student, president of the literature society, the girl who always sat in the front row, raised her hand first, turned papers in early, and smiled politely a
All Yours (An Erotica Collection) Sister-in-Law’s Midnight Creampie (2)
The day after the first night was unbearable.I woke up hard, cock aching, the memory of Tara’s pussy still imprinted on every nerve—how she’d clenched around me like she was trying to pull me deeper, how she’d moaned my name, how she’d let my cum drip down her chin and onto her perfect tits without flinching, thick white ropes sliding slowly over her skin in the dim light.I could still taste her—sweet, musky, addictive.I could still feel her—warm, wet, fluttering.And I hated myself for it.Ethan came home at 4 a.m.—exhausted, scrubs rumpled, eyes bloodshot from the night shift. He kissed Tara on the forehead, checked on Mia, then crashed without noticing the faint wet spot on the couch cushion or the way Tara’s nightgown was still wrinkled when she greeted him, still carrying the faint scent of sex and sweat.She played it perfectly.Smiled sweetly.Asked about his night.Made coffee.Acted like nothing had happened.But when Ethan went upstairs to shower, she walked into the kitc
All Yours (An Erotica Collection) Sister-in-Law’s Midnight Creampie (1)
I never planned to fuck my brother’s wife.I never even let myself think about it—not seriously, not in the daylight, not when I could help it.But Tara was impossible to ignore.She was twenty-nine, with a body that looked like it had been sculpted for sin and indulgence: full, heavy D-cup breasts that strained against every top she wore, nipples always faintly visible when she got hot or excited, a tiny waist that flared into wide, womanly hips, and a thick, juicy ass that jiggled with every step she took. Long dark hair she usually kept in a messy bun or high ponytail, full red lips that curved into knowing smiles, and those sharp green eyes that always found me—even when I tried to look away.Ethan—my older brother—was a good man. ER doctor, night shifts, saving lives while his wife stayed home with their two-year-old daughter, Mia. On paper, they were the perfect family: beautiful house in the suburbs, nice cars, vacations, the whole dream.But Ethan was gone most nights.Twelve-
All Yours (An Erotica Collection) Daddy’s Best Friend Claims His Debt (2)
The morning after Cole took my virginity, I woke in his king-sized bed alone, sheets tangled around my naked body, sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a spotlight on my ruin. My body was a map of him. Ache between my legs from how many times he’d stretched me. Jaw sore from his cock down my throat. Wrists bruised from his grip. Bite marks on my breasts, my inner thighs, my ass. Hickeys blooming across my neck like a necklace. My pussy swollen, tender, still leaking his cum when I shifted—thick, slow trails down my thighs. I expected regret. Shame. Something. Instead, I felt alive. Owned. Wanted. He’d left a note on the pillow in strong, slanted handwriting. ‘Shower. Dress in what is on the chair. Breakfast on the terrace. We are not done talking.’ I sat up slowly. On the chair was a new outfit—his doing. Soft white cashmere sweater, no bra needed. High-waisted black leggings that hugged like a second skin. No panties. Simple gold necklace
All Yours (An Erotica Collection) Daddy’s Best Friend Claims His Debt (1)
I always knew my father was in trouble.Not the screaming, dramatic kind—the quiet kind that eats away at a man until there’s nothing left.Marcus Reed—Daddy to me, Mr. Reed to everyone else—built Reed Construction from a single truck and a toolbox into one of the biggest luxury development firms in the state. Mansions. High-rises. Golf-course estates. The kind of projects that put his name on plaques and his face in local magazines.He had powerful friends.One of them was Cole Donovan.Daddy’s best friend since their frat days at State.Forty-five now. Six-three, still built like the linebacker he used to be—broad shoulders, thick arms, hands that looked like they could crush concrete. Dark hair with distinguished silver at the temples. Sharp jaw always shadowed with stubble. Eyes the color of winter steel—cold, calculating, impossible to read.He’d been around my whole life.Barbecues in the backyard where he flipped burgers shirtless.Thanksgiving dinners where he carved the turke
All Yours (An Erotica Collection) Stepdaddy’s Secret Stash (2)
The first week after I found the stash was slow torture. Victor didn’t touch me again right away. He played it perfectly—normal husband to Mom, normal stepdad to me. Helped with dinner. Asked about my day. Smiled across the table like the devoted family man he pretended to be. But his eyes… God, his eyes. Every glance across the kitchen was a promise. Every brush of his arm when we passed in the hallway was deliberate. Every time Mom turned her back, his gaze dropped to my ass, my tits, my mouth—like he was remembering how I’d looked bent over, how I’d screamed when he filled me, how I’d cum around him begging for more. I was soaking constantly. Aching. Thighs rubbing together under the table. I stopped wearing panties entirely. Wore the shortest shorts I owned around the house—denim cutoffs that barely covered my ass cheeks. Tight tank tops with no bra, nipples hard and obvious against the thin cotton. Left my bedroom door cracked when I changed, giving him glimpses
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