Pustaka
Cari
Beranda / Romance / ADDICTED TO YOU / PLEASE DADDY! 3

Share

PLEASE DADDY! 3

Penulis: Zoey Quinn
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-10-14 13:21:27

Chapter 3

A week of silence after the elevator felt like deliberate punishment.

I saw him nowhere. No sudden appearances outside lecture halls I didn’t even attend. No messages. No reason that justified showing up at his office again. Every night I lay in bed with my hand between my legs, replaying the exact tone of his voice when he told me I shouldn’t look at him like that, and every morning I woke up still aching, still angry at how easily he had crawled under my skin and stayed there. By
Lanjutkan membaca buku ini secara gratis
Pindai kode untuk mengunduh Aplikasi
Bab sebelumnya Bab selanjutnya
Bab Terkunci

Bab terbaru

  • ADDICTED TO YOU   PLEASE DON’T PUSH ME AWAY TONIGHT 2

    Chapter 2Clara’s povI made it home with my pulse still loud in my ears.The apartment was dark and quiet when I pushed the door open. I didn’t turn on the lights. I dropped my keys on the counter, kicked off my shoes, and walked straight to the bathroom. The mirror showed a version of me I barely recognized flushed cheeks, slightly swollen lower lip from biting it too hard, eyes too bright. I looked like someone who had almost done something stupid.I washed my face with cold water until the heat under my skin faded a little. It didn’t help the rest of me. Between my legs I was still sensitive, still wet from nothing more than the weight of his arm and the slow drag of his thumb. I changed into an old T-shirt and climbed into bed without bothering to take off my bra. Sleep felt impossible.My phone lit up on the nightstand.Andrew: You home?I stared at the message longer than I needed to. My thumbs hovered.Clara: Yeah. Just got in.Three dots appeared almost immediately.Andrew: G

  • ADDICTED TO YOU   STORY 22: PLEASE DON’T PUSH ME AWAY TONIGHT

    Chapter 1Clara’s povThe remote slipped from my fingers and landed somewhere between the cushions, but I didn’t reach for it.Andrew’s thigh was pressed against mine. Not accidentally. Not the polite kind of contact that happens when two people share a couch. His weight leaned into me the way it always did when the movie got boring and the night got quiet. Warm. Solid. Familiar in a way that made my stomach tighten every single time.I kept my eyes on the screen even though I stopped tracking the plot twenty minutes ago. All I could feel was the heat of him bleeding through his sweatpants into my leg. The slow rise and fall of his chest. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with whatever laundry detergent he used clean, a little sharp, something I would know blindfolded.His hand rested on the couch between us, fingers loosely curled. So close that if I shifted even half an inch, my pinky would brush his. I wanted to. God, I wanted to. I wanted to turn my face into the side of his ne

  • ADDICTED TO YOU   FUCKED BY MY HUSBAND’S BEST FRIEND 5

    Chapter 5 Marcus’s voice cut through the quiet like a blade. “Babe… you still in there? Anyone want another drink?” It was thicker than before, clearer closer to waking. My entire body locked. Julian was still buried inside me, cock softening but heavy, his release already beginning to seep out around him in warm, slick pulses. We were on the cold kitchen floor, my dress shoved up under my breasts, one strap hanging off my shoulder, panties twisted uselessly to the side. The television kept laughing in the background like nothing in the world had changed. Julian didn’t pull out right away. He stayed deep for three long heartbeats, eyes locked on mine, a dark, private smile curving his mouth. His thumb brushed once across my lower lip slow, deliberate before he finally eased back. The slow drag of his cock leaving me made me bite down hard on the inside of my cheek. The moment he slipped free, a thick rush of cum followed, warm and undeniable, sliding down the inside of my thigh.

  • ADDICTED TO YOU   FUCKED BY MY HUSBAND’S BEST FRIEND 4

    Chapter 4 He didn’t make me ask twice. Julian pulled out of me so suddenly the loss made me gasp empty, throbbing, dripping down my thighs. Before I could straighten, his hands were on my waist. He spun me, dropped to the cold kitchen floor in one smooth motion, and dragged me down with him. My knees hit the tile on either side of his hips. The thin fabric of my dress was still bunched under my breasts; my panties remained shoved uselessly to the side. Nothing separated us now except the thick, glistening length of his cock standing hard between my spread thighs. He gripped my hips and pulled me down onto him in one continuous, merciless slide. I sank onto every inch of him until I was fully seated, stretched wide, the head of his cock pressing against the deepest part of me. The angle was different deeper, heavier, almost overwhelming. A broken sound tried to escape my throat. Julian’s hand shot up and covered my mouth, eyes locked on mine in the low light. “Quiet,” he breathed.

  • ADDICTED TO YOU   FUCKED BY MY HUSBAND’S BEST FRIEND 3

    Chapter 3 I didn’t even get the chance to take the words back. Julian spun me before the last syllable finished leaving my mouth. One hard hand between my shoulder blades shoved me forward until my chest hit the cold marble of the island. The impact knocked the air out of me in a soft, startled rush. My palms slapped down on either side of the counter to catch myself. The dress was already rucked up around my waist; he shoved it higher, bunching the fabric under my breasts so nothing was left between us but the thin strip of my panties still dragged to one side. He didn’t ease in. He lined up the thick head of his cock hot, heavy, already slick from how wet I was and drove forward in one ruthless thrust that forced every inch of him inside me at once. The stretch was sudden and deep and so perfect it tore a broken sound from my throat before I could stop it. He clamped a hand over my mouth again, body folding over mine, mouth against my ear. “Shh. He’s right there.” Fifteen feet

  • ADDICTED TO YOU   FUCKED BY MY HUSBAND’S BEST FRIEND 2

    Chapter 2 I still hadn’t pulled my dress down. Julian’s fingers were still wet with me when he turned the faucet back on just a thin stream, enough noise to blur whatever sounds we made. He didn’t give me time to catch my breath. One hard step and he had me pinned between the island and his body, chest to my back, the thick ridge of his cock grinding against the curve of my ass through his jeans. His free hand closed around my throat not choking, just holding tilting my head so his mouth could find my ear again. “Look at the doorway,” he ordered, voice barely above a whisper. I tried to keep my eyes on the dark window. He tightened his grip just enough to make the choice clear. Slowly, shakily, I turned my head. The living room archway framed Marcus perfectly: head tipped back against the couch cushion, mouth soft, one arm dangling, remote still loose in his fingers. The television painted restless blue light across his face. He looked peaceful. Completely unaware that fifteen fee

  • ADDICTED TO YOU   BREAK ME ON THE SADDLE, RANCHER DADDY 3

    Chapter 3: Settling In and Sparks IgniteThe days started blurring together in the best kind of way. By the third morning, my muscles ached from yesterday’s ride, but I refused to complain. After breakfast eggs, bacon, and strong black coffee that Colt made like it was his personal mission to wake

  • ADDICTED TO YOU   BREAK ME ON THE SADDLE, RANCHER DADDY 2

    Chapter 2: First Riding LessonThe morning sun was already blazing by the time Colt led me out to the corral after breakfast. My jeans felt too tight, my boots borrowed and stiff, and my heart hammered like I was about to step onto a stage instead of a dusty paddock.Daisy stood waiting, a sweet c

  • ADDICTED TO YOU   STORY 1, BREAK ME ON THE SADDLE, RANCHER DADDY 1

    Chapter 1: Arrival at Graves RanchThe old pickup truck rattled to a stop in front of the sprawling wooden house, kicking up a cloud of red dust that clung to my skin like regret. I stepped out with my beat up suitcase in one hand, the Texas heat slamming into me like a living thing. Nineteen year

  • ADDICTED TO YOU   BREAK ME ON THE SADDLE, RANCHER DADDY 4

    Chapter 4: Private Night RidesThe house had gone quiet after dinner, but sleep felt impossible. My body still hummed from the day’s chores and another riding lesson where Colt’s hands had lingered just a second too long on my hips. I was standing by my window again, staring at the moonlit pasture

Bab Lainnya

Anda juga akan menyukai

Jelajahi dan baca novel bagus secara gratis
Akses gratis ke berbagai novel bagus di aplikasi GoodNovel. Unduh buku yang kamu suka dan baca di mana saja & kapan saja.
Baca buku gratis di Aplikasi
Pindai kode untuk membaca di Aplikasi
DMCA.com Protection Status