LOGIN“Hold the fucking counter,” he growls. I grip the edge. He slams into me raw (one brutal thrust that punches the air from my lungs). “Fuck—Jake—” I choke. He sets a punishing rhythm, hips snapping so hard the cabinets rattle, cock splitting me open. “Quiet,” he snarls, spanking my ass hard enough to echo. “Your brother’s ten feet away.” Another vicious spank. Then another. My skin burns red. “Yes—Daddy—harder—” I sob, biting my lip bloody. He spanks me again and again, handprints blooming, fucking me so deep my toes curl. “You love this, don’t you?” he rasps. “Love getting wrecked while Tyler sleeps.” “Yes—fuck yes—don’t stop—” ** Naked Scripts is a compilation of thrilling, heart throbbing erotica short stories that would keep you at the edge in anticipation for more. It's loaded with forbidden romance, domineering men, naughty and sex female leads that leaves you aching for release. From forbidden trysts to irresistible strangers. Every one holds desires, buried deep in the hearts to be treated like a slave or be called daddy! And in this collection, all your nasty fantasies would be unraveled. It would be an escape to the 9th heavens while you beg and plead for more like a good girl.
View MoreMOM'S BOYFRIENDCHAPTER 1Rachel had been dating Derek for six months now, and Mia couldn’t deny that her mother’s new boyfriend brought a certain energy to the house. At 38, Derek was fit from his gym routine, with a charming smile that always seemed to carry an extra layer of mischief. He was always flirty in that “joking” way when Rachel was around—teasing comments directed at Mia that made her cheeks warm but passed off as harmless fun. He also was rich rich.“Mia, sweetheart,” Derek said one evening over dinner, his eyes locking on hers a second too long while Rachel served the salad. “Rachel and I are heading to that week-long trip to the coast next month. The house is going to be empty, and you know how I worry about leaving it alone. You’ve got that flexible schedule since graduating. Any chance you’d house-sit for us? Water the plants, check the mail, enjoy the pool. What do you say?”Rachel laughed. “Derek, don’t pressure her. Mia has her own life.”Mia shifted in her seat,
MOM'S BOYFRIENDCHAPTER 1Rachel had been dating Derek for six months now, and Mia couldn’t deny that her mother’s new boyfriend brought a certain energy to the house. At 38, Derek was fit from his gym routine, with a charming smile that always seemed to carry an extra layer of mischief. He was always flirty in that “joking” way when Rachel was around—teasing comments directed at Mia that made her cheeks warm but passed off as harmless fun. He also was rich rich.“Mia, sweetheart,” Derek said one evening over dinner, his eyes locking on hers a second too long while Rachel served the salad. “Rachel and I are heading to that week-long trip to the coast next month. The house is going to be empty, and you know how I worry about leaving it alone. You’ve got that flexible schedule since graduating. Any chance you’d house-sit for us? Water the plants, check the mail, enjoy the pool. What do you say?”Rachel laughed. “Derek, don’t pressure her. Mia has her own life.”Mia shifted in her seat,
CHAPTER 4RILEYThe night stretched on forever, the storm still tearing at the world above us like it wanted to rip everything apart. Thunder rolled in waves now, not as close, but loud enough to rattle the bones in my chest. Knox and I had cleaned up as best we could with the last of our water and a spare shirt from his bag, but the air down here still smelled like sex and sweat and us. I couldn't stop tasting him on my tongue, couldn't stop feeling the ghost of his fingers inside me, the way he'd growled my name when he came down my throat.We lay tangled under the duvet, my head on his shoulder, his hand resting possessively on the curve of my ass. Neither of us spoke for a long time. Just breathing. Listening. Waiting.I shifted closer, pressing my bare thigh against his hip. He was half-hard again already, thick and heavy against my skin. My pussy clenched at the contact, still sensitive, still greedy."Knox," I whispered into the dark."Yeah?" His voice was rough, low, like grav
CHAPTER 3RILEYI woke up slowly, my cheek still pressed to Knox's chest, his heartbeat steady under my ear like a drum I could fall back into. The storm hadn't let up at all. If anything, it sounded angrier now, wind screaming against the house above us, thunder cracking so close the concrete vibrated. No light leaked through the cracks. Just the weak red glow from my almost-dead phone telling me it was sometime in the afternoon, maybe.I realized I was still draped half over him, my thigh slung across his hips, and his cock—still semi-hard—pressed thick and warm against my inner thigh through our clothes. Heat rushed to my face. Last night replayed in flashes: me grinding on him like I was starving, coming apart while he whispered filthy encouragement in my ear. God. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, trying to decide how to play this. I didn't want it awkward. Not when being this close to him felt like the only good thing in the middle of hell breaking loose outside.I shifted c
CHAPTER 2Her heart pounded. "I know.”Then Marco stepped forward. He crowded her space. Her back pressed into the canvas. Valentina's breath caught in her throat."You are shaking," he whispered."I am," she admitted. Her voice was soft and shaky.He looked down at her body. Then he dropped to his
CHAPTER 3RILEY I stare at my phone the next evening, heart racing. The tattoo is healing fine, but it’s a little red. Perfect excuse.I text Dante: “Ink’s a little red. Need a touch-up?”He replies fast: “Door’s open. Come after close.”I bite my lip, grinning. Midnight it is.I pick a short blac
CHAPTER 3MIAAlex: Wife’s out of town till Sunday. Come over. Now.Me: On my way.I throw on a long black coat, belt tied tight. Nothing underneath. No bra. No panties. Just skin and the cool night air teasing me as I walk to my car.I arrive at his house twenty minutes later. Nice suburb. Big win
CHAPTER 3That evening, Ava couldn’t wait any longer. Texts with Ryan all day had her dripping wet. He teased her with pics of the empty restaurant after close, saying the door would be unlocked just for her.She showed up at nine-thirty, wearing a tiny skirt and crop top, no bra or panties again.


















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