All Chapters of On My Knees, Daddy: A Steamy Compilation of Erotic Stories : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The White Housewives' Slut Club (2) (She called the plumbers to fix the pipes. But her pussy had other emergencies).•••••••••••••••••••••••I played with my nipple, whispering Jones’s name under my breath like he was the answer to every filthy prayer I’d ever whispered in the dark. That man had no business looking that good, especially not whenever he stood there in that tailored black suit like a fucking greek god. His skin was smooth, dark, and radiant, and that mouth of his? God, I couldn’t stop imagining it between my thighs, making me feel what Jamal hadn’t bothered to in forever.Jamal, my husband, hadn’t gone down on me since before the wedding. It was all routine now. A kiss on the cheek. Quick in, quick out. No passion. No hunger. Nothing like what I imagined Jones would give me if I spread my legs for him.I bit my bottom lip, my fingers sliding lower as I reached for the dildo. I held it in my hand and stared. It was six inches, twice the size of Jamal’s, and even that f

The White Housewives' Slut Club.(4)“Ma'am, I need you on your knees, now” Henry repeated. For a second, I hesitated, heart pounding like a drum inside my chest. I looked up at him, searching his face. There was no threat in his expression, just a dark hunger. One that mirrored my own. I wanted this. I needed this. And they both knew it.When I didn't move fast enough, Henry stepped closer, his big hands resting firmly on my shoulders. “I know what's going on…but can we take things a bit slow?” I asked, licking my lower lip. “I want to see you on your knees, beautiful,” he murmured, pushing gently until I sank down onto the cool kitchen tiles. My knees hit the floor with a soft thud, and now I found myself eye-level with the hard bulges pressing against their jeans.Steven let out a low chuckle. “Look at you. I bet a woman like you doesn’t get this kind of attention at home.”“I have never cheated on my husband,” I whispered, even though my fingers were already twitching, aching t

The White Housewives' Slut Club (6)Steven gave a knowing smile.Henry started walking again, carrying me like I weighed nothing. I could feel the heat rising all over me as they headed upstairs.“Which one’s the room you share with your husband?” Henry asked.I twisted my head, trying to get my bearings. Everything looked flipped from this angle, but I saw the door.“That one,” I told him.Steven stepped in first and pushed open the door to my room. Henry followed, carrying me in his arms like I was nothing but a weightless feather. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, I knew there was no turning back.He dropped me onto the bed with a playful grunt, and my dress slid up over my waist, leaving my black thong exposed. I caught my reflection in the mirror beside the bed. My lipstick was smeared and my makeup was a mess. I looked like a woman on the edge, and I felt it too. I was hungry and so damn ready.I turned my head and saw them. Both of them were naked now. Big, strong, d

The White Housewives' Slut Club (8)All I could do was nod and whimper as I collapsed into it. My body welcomed every push, every slap of heat and hunger. I’d forgotten what it meant to be truly touched. “You love how we use this pretty little cunt, don’t you?” Henry’s voice poured over me. I didn’t even see him move, but suddenly he was in front of me again, eyes burning, his hand cradling my face like I was something precious.“I—I can’t think,” I whispered, a desperate laugh spilling from my lips. “My body’s... it’s not mine anymore.”Steven growled behind me. “It’s ours now. Every fucking inch.”The next wave hit me. This time, it was sudden, forceful, and impossible to contain. My thighs clenched, body shaking as I cried out. I didn’t even know it could feel like this. I was soaked, pulsing, overwhelmed and then it happened.“Oh my God—” I gasped. “Oh, fuck—fuck! I can’t stop—”My body shuddered, and I felt the rush escape me. My core clenched, again and again, until I was moa

I pulled into the driveway and parked where she told me. The garage door was open, and she was standing just inside, arms crossed, leaning against the wall like she owned it.That look on her face wasn’t casual. It was deliberate. Her body was wrapped in a short black robe, hair tied back but loose strands framed her face. Every part of her called to me, like she was made to be devoured, and I hadn’t had a chance to lay a finger on her in weeks.I stepped out, shut the car door, and walked toward her.“You made it,” she said, a slow smirk tugging at her lips.“You sound surprised.”“I was starting to think you’d chicken out.”I reached her, sliding one hand to her hip and the other up into her hair. “I told you. When I come, I come to take.”I kissed her hard, shoving her back against the wall. She moaned into my mouth and clutched at my shirt. I tugged the tie from her hair, letting it spill down so I could grab a handful. My mouth moved down to her neck, dragging teeth over soft ski