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Cum inside me, Daddy: A COLLECTION OF RAW EROTICA Hornier than before 1
I couldn’t hold it back anymore.The ache had been building for days, a constant, throbbing need that refused to be ignored the feeling of being touched and used, fucked like a dirty little slut it consumed me. I needed release.Last week, I had moved in with my older sister and her husband after losing my apartment. Her husband name is Zion his everything in a man, his in his late thirties very Rich and powerful, and dangerously attractive. He had a broad, muscular chest, a sharp jawline, and smooth dark skin that made him look like he belonged on a magazine cover rather than in a boardroom. He was Black American, with angelic yet sinful features full lips, intense eyes, and a deep voice that made my thighs press together every time he spoke.And right now, I was home alone.The second the front door clicked shut behind my sister, I practically ran to my room and i pulled out my thick, realistic dildo from the bottom of my drawer, heart racing with shame and excitement. I didn’t eve
Cum inside me, Daddy: A COLLECTION OF RAW EROTICA Beneath the Stage 3
Twenty minutes later, I was walking down the dimly lit stairs to the basement parking garage, my coat wrapped tightly around me even though the air wasn’t cold. My legs still felt unsteady from the afternoon rehearsal.Every step reminded me of what we had done on that prop table the way he had looked at me, the desperate sound he made when he came.I should have gone home.Instead, I found his black car in the far corner, engine already running. The windows were tinted. When I opened the passenger door and slipped inside, the smell of his cologne and leather seats wrapped around me like a secret.Damien didn’t speak at first. He just looked at me, one hand still on the steering wheel, jaw tight. The guilt was written all over his face, but so was the hunger. It made my chest ache.“Drive,” I whispered.He pulled out of the garage without a word. The city lights blurred past us as he navigated the evening traffic. His hand eventually found my thigh, sliding higher under my coat until
Cum inside me, Daddy: A COLLECTION OF RAW EROTICA Beneath the Stage 2
The next morning, the theater felt different.Every corner carried the memory of what we’d done. I walked through the empty auditorium during morning warm-ups with my body still sore in the most intimate places. Every time I moved, I felt the faint ache between my legs, the ghost of Damien’s hands gripping my hips, the way he had groaned my name like a secret he couldn’t keep anymore.He avoided looking at me during the full company notes. Professional. Distant. The perfect director. But I caught the way his jaw tightened when I delivered my lines, the way his fingers flexed at his sides like he was fighting the urge to touch me.During the lunch break, most of the cast scattered to grab food. I stayed behind, pretending to review my script in the dim lighting of the stage. I knew he would find me.The door to the rehearsal room clicked shut behind him.“Elena.”Just my name. That was all it took.I turned around. Damien stood there, hands in his pockets, looking at me like I was both
Cum inside me, Daddy: A COLLECTION OF RAW EROTICA Beneath the Stage 1
The theater smelled like dust, old velvet, and adrenaline.I stood in the wings on opening night, heart hammering against my ribs as the final applause thundered through the house. My hands were still shaking from the last scene. The lights had been blinding, the audience invisible beyond the glare, but I had felt every single pair of eyes on me especially his.Damien Cross. Our director.He was waiting in the shadows just offstage, arms crossed, wearing that black button-down with the sleeves rolled up like always. Forty-one years old, married, and the most dangerously talented man I’d ever met. When his eyes found mine across the dim space, something electric passed between us. The kind of look that had been building for weeks of brutal rehearsals, late-night notes, and moments where his hand lingered too long on my waist while adjusting my blocking.“You were extraordinary tonight, Elena,” he said quietly as I walked toward him. His voice was low, rough around the edges, like he’d
Cum inside me, Daddy: A COLLECTION OF RAW EROTICA Fucked by my painter 4
The days between sessions felt longer than they should have. I kept catching myself touching the faint marks he’d left on my skin, pressing my fingers against them like I needed proof it had all been real. At night I lay in bed replaying the sound of his voice when he confessed about the woman he once painted. There was so much pain hidden behind those storm-cloud eyes, and some reckless part of me wanted to walk straight into it.When I arrived at the studio on Thursday evening, the light was different. Softer. Golden hour had just begun, pouring through the tall windows and bathing everything in warm amber. Elias had rearranged the space. The platform now had soft ropes attached to discreet hooks at the corners. My stomach tightened at the sight.He was waiting for me, barefoot in a worn black t-shirt and jeans, charcoal already smudged on his fingers.“You’re early,” he said, voice low.“I couldn’t wait,” I admitted.Something flickered across his face surprise, maybe even tendern
Cum inside me, Daddy: A COLLECTION OF RAW EROTICA Fucked by my painter 3
The next session was two days later. I spent the time in between replaying every moment in his studio the way his hands had moved over me, the low sound of his voice when he told me to fall apart, the strange tenderness afterward when he cleaned me with that warm cloth like I was something fragile he was afraid to break.I was nervous when I climbed the stairs to his loft again. My body still carried faint marks from him light bruises on my hips where he had gripped me, a small love bite just below my collarbone that I kept touching absentmindedly.Elias was already waiting. He wore a simple black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing strong forearms stained with faint traces of paint. When he saw me, something shifted in his expression. Not quite a smile, but close. Like he’d been thinking about me too.“You came back,” he said.“Did you think I wouldn’t?”He stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “I hoped you would. But I wouldn’t have blamed you if you ran.”
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