All Chapters of On My Knees, Daddy: A Steamy Compilation of Erotic Stories : Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

 Jessica's Pov   I had rushed to get the baby's towel when the bathroom door cracked open.    My mouth fell open before I could even realize it.    I should have just gotten the towel and gone back to where I was bathing the baby and should have just pretended my son-in-law hadn't come out of the bathroom.   But…. Oh lord, the man standing in front of me is hot.   My body froze. My eyes didn't blink.   Steam comes out through the door, carrying the smell of his soap. It's a manly and clean smell that makes my stomach twist with a feeling I know I shouldn’t have.   I've tried so hard to mind my business in my daughter's house

  Chapter 1   Axel pov   Man, Belle's tits were so big!   Her firm breasts made her blouses look tight while her nipples poked out like they begged to be sucked.   She is the hottest teacher in school, mid twenties I guess. And she has curves that screamed "fuck me raw."    Last week when I had a conversation with my gang, when we talked about her,my gang dared me: bag her or pussy out forever. They know Axel never backs down.    I'd make plans on how to fuck the hottest bitch in school, so my gang wouldn't kick me out. Then I'll laugh so hard in their faces.   The truth is that I was already turned on, my cock twitching whe

Chapter One: Muffled   The mattress smelled like bleach and old sweat.   It was lumpy, and thin. The kind of bed that reminds you every second you’re not home. Lights-out was at ten. By eleven the block was mostly quiet, only the occasional cough, the distant clang of a guard’s baton on bars, the low hum of the ventilation system that never quite drowned out the feeling of being watched.   I was still awake and it was my first night in the county. My heart was hammering too hard to sleep. My name is Gazelle…stupid stage name from the clubs, but it stuck even after the cuffs clicked. I'm twenty-three with possession with intent, Six months. I kept telling myself it could be worse.   My cellmate hadn’t said much when they brought me in. Jessy. Tall. Lean muscle under the oran

 Behind the bars (3)     Janette’s POV   The first time it happened I was doing the late count on C-block, clipboard under my arm, boots clicking against the concrete the way they always do at 01:30 when the whole place feels like it’s holding its breath.   Lights were dimmed to the overnight level, just enough yellow to see shapes but not enough to read faces clearly. That’s probably why I didn’t watch her coming until her shoulder bumped mine and her hand shot out to steady me.   “Sorry, Officer,” she said. Voice low, almost lazy, like she wasn’t sorry at all.   I looked up. Keshia. One of the new transfers from the county. Tall, lean, braid hanging over one shoulder, lips full

Chapter One – Veins Bulging, Desires Deepening Alexander’s POV Rain started the second I pulled up to the last stop on the route. Not the usual soft drizzle that makes the windshield wipers lazy. This was heavy, angry, sheets of water slamming the roof so loud I could barely hear the engine idle. Lightning cracked overhead and lit the inside of the bus white for a split second. Thunder followed right behind it and shook the whole frame. I cursed under my breath and checked the rear-view mirror. Only one kid left. James. New transfer. Quiet. Always the last one on, always the last one off. His house sat farthest out, past the old mill road where the county never bothered fixing potholes.He climbed the steps and shook rain from his hoodie. Water dripped from the drawstrings and puddled on the rubber mat. He gave me the usual small nod and dropped into the seat behind the yellow line like he had done every afternoon for the last three weeks. I pulled away from the curb and start