All Chapters of On My Knees, Daddy: A Steamy Compilation of Erotic Stories : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Fucking Aubrey (5)Water splashed everywhere, our skin slapping in sharp, wet sounds. I gripped her hips tight, pounding into her, the base grinding against my clit with every thrust. Her moans shredded the steam around us, her body quivering like she could shatter at any second.“You take this cock so well,” I growled, leaning over her back, my lips brushing her ear. “You’re mine to fuck, Aubrey.”“Yes—fuck—yours,” she sobbed, clawing at the tiles. “Harder—don’t stop.”Her ass slammed against me in time with my thrusts. Her tits bounced wildly, each movement sending sparks through my skin. She was incoherent, babbling my name between gasps, and I knew she was completely lost to me.“You wanted me to ruin you,” I snarled, slapping her ass hard enough to make her jolt. “Now beg for it.”“Please—Lena—don’t stop—I’m so close—” she whimpered.I drove into her harder, the water making everything slicker, more frantic. My clit rubbed relentlessly against the base, each movement drawing shar

I had never done anything like this before. I wasn’t sure if I could go through with it. Things were bad at home, but had it really come to this?Just a few hours ago, I had wandered across the street from my hotel to the bar and grill for something to eat.Now I was staring at myself in the bathroom mirror, while a strange man sat on my hotel bed waiting for me.I brushed a curl from my face and stared at my reflection. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might split my chest open. I felt lightheaded but thrilled. I remembered the first time I had sex. It was at my dorm room, with my college boyfriend.It was awkward but sweet. I still remember how he made me feel wanted, and I wrapped my legs around him like he was the only man I’d ever need.This felt nothing like that. This was not soft or innocent. This was reckless, filthy, forbidden. The thought twisted in my stomach, but instead of pulling me back, it made me wet. I smirked at myself in the mirror. Little whore. That was wha

Diary Of A Married Whore (3)SASHA POVI felt sick when I walked back to the booth.My husband was still talking, waving his fork around like he was holding court. He didn’t notice my shaking hands, the way my legs threatened to give out beneath me. He didn’t notice anything, not really.But Derrick did.I could feel his eyes on me from across the restaurant, the heat of his stare burning through my blouse. I forced myself to smile at my husband, to nod when he bragged about some deal, but every breath I took felt heavy with Derrick’s presence.The worst part was the truth. He had me. I couldn’t deny it. If he told my husband what had happened in that hotel room, my marriage would be over. My life would be over.And yet, the memory of Derrick’s mouth, his hands, his voice calling me his little whore, made my thighs press together under the table. I hated myself for it.I hated him for it even more.That night, when my husband fell asleep, I lay awake staring at the ceiling. My phone b

Claire's POV It was early July, the last stretch before the long summer break. Marissa decided we all needed a night out. She called it a way to celebrate surviving the term, but I knew she just wanted an excuse to drink and dance.She pinned a note to the staff board with the place and time. By the end of the day, a list of names trailed underneath.Nights out with the whole staff were rare. With nearly thirty teachers and assistants, it was almost impossible to coordinate. Still, Marissa managed to book two booths at a popular club, somewhere with space to sit and talk or get up and dance.I wasn’t much for club nights, but most of the staff were going. My husband was fine staying home with the kids, so I felt I should go too.Tasha, one of the youngest, was buzzing about it. She spent half the afternoon talking about what she’d wear. By the time I left school, she had three dresses laid across her desk like she couldn’t decide how much skin to show. Adrian would be there tonight,

Screwing My Co-worker (3)I suddenly knew exactly how to get Tasha to leave me alone. I grabbed a shot glass, filled it with tequila, and slid it across the bar to Adrian.My fingers shook, but I forced myself to keep my expression steady. I sprinkled salt along my collarbone, pressed a lime wedge between my lips, and looked straight at him.He caught on immediately. His mouth tilted, and before I could second-guess myself, his tongue dragged over my skin, slow and hot. He downed the tequila in one quick gulp, then leaned into me, mouth pressed against mine as he bit into the lime.Tasha froze. Her eyes went wide, her jaw slack, and then she spun on her heel and stormed away like her shoes were on fire.I broke into laughter, gasping for air. Adrian doubled over against the bar, shoulders shaking.“That worked,” I wheezed, clutching my stomach.“You’re insane,” he said, wiping at his mouth and still laughing.I poured another shot for myself, shaking salt onto my hand and licking it c