บททั้งหมดของ On My Knees, Daddy: A Steamy Compilation of Erotic Stories : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Straight Guys Shouldn't Fuck Each Other (6)“Say it right.”“Breed me. Use my hole. Make me your cumslut. Just fuck me, Jerry.”I slid in slowly and his entire body shook.“Oh my God,” he sobbed. “So fucking full.”I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. “You’re mine now.”He nodded, eyes wild. “Yes. Yes, I’m yours.”I started pounding him, no mercy. My thighs slapped against his ass. His tied hands dug into the mattress. The wet sounds filled the room“You like being used like a fleshlight?” I hissed.“Yes. Fuck, yes. I’m your fucktoy.”“Beg for my cum."“Please Jerry. Fill me. Ruin me.”And I did.I slammed into him, balls deep, until I came with a growl, emptying every drop inside him again. He cried out when he felt it, shaking.I untied him slowly and turned him around.“Think you earned it now?” I said.He nodded, eyes tearing. “Please… let me cum.”I dropped to my knees, sucked him fast, never letting up until he exploded in my mouth with a shout that echoed off the walls.

Straight Guys Shouldn't Fuck Each Other (8)~~~Maddox still had me pinned to the wall, his chest was warm against my back while his voice was low and chilling in my ear.“You wanted control last night? Thought riding Clarke made you top shit?” His hand gripped my jaw and forced me to look toward the chair.Clarke sat there like a king. He was still clothed. He remained calm with one hand palming the front of his pants, the other resting lazily on the armrest.“Look at you now,” Clarke murmured. “Bent over. Begging with your eyes. You’re not a top, Jerry. You’re a performance.”Maddox chuckled. “A slut in denial.”I should’ve hated this.I should’ve pushed back.But all I could do was ache harder, my lips parted and my breath was shaky, because they saw right through me and stripped me down to the nerve.“Bedroom,” Clarke said in a crisp voice, “Strip him completely. Bring him.”Maddox didn’t say a word. He just grabbed the waistband of my sweats and yanked them down, then dragged me,

Summary: She was supposed to be his son’s girlfriend, off-limits in every way. But the way she blushed when he looked at her…The way her eyes clung to his like she wanted him to see her, it lit a fire Ron never bothered to put out. Now she’s in his study, breathless as she sinks down onto his thick cock like she was made to take him.She’s his son’s girlfriend. But tonight, she rides him, and Ron has no intention of letting her go. •••••••••••••••••Ron pulled into the turnaround driveway just as the last sliver of sun dipped behind the horizon, bleeding red across the sky. He saw Peter’s blacked-out BMW parked beside his wife's Denali. Tucked near the end was a bright little red Honda with a sparkly pink license plate frame and a bumper sticker that read Go Winford Big Cats! A smirk tugged at his lips.Vera, his son's girlfriend, was here.Before stepping out, Ron paused and glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror. He studied the tension in his own emerald-green eyes and c

Claiming His Son's Sexy Girlfriend (3)She moved toward him. “Maybe I do.”He nodded toward the chair she’d just vacated. “Up.”She stepped onto it, now face to face with him. Her hungry eyes held him.“How long does he last in bed?”“A few minutes,” she admitted, her voice trembling now. “At best.”“You need more than that.”She nodded. “God, yes, I do, sir. I need so much more.”Ron’s voice was controlled. “Does he use a condom every time?”“Yes, sir. Always. He finishes and just… stops.”“Does he make you cum?”She looked down for a second. “No. Never.”His jaw tensed. “So how do you finish?”She lifted her chin. “Usually with my fingers when I get home. He’s too rough and he doesn’t pay attention. He just shoves them in, like I’m some kind of sex toy. No patience. No rhythm.”Ron circled the chair slowly, his eyes moving down the delicate lines of her thighs, the subtle sway of her hips, the tension wound tight in her spine.“That’s not how you treat a woman, Vera.”She turned her

Claiming His Son's Sexy Girlfriend (5)With her breasts already bared from the open front of her athletic top, Vera slowly lifted the fabric over her head and let it fall to the floor. Her skin glowed under the light, soft and flushed, her chest rising with each breath. She reached for the waistband of her skirt, fingers hooking the edge, but Ron stopped her with a low command.“Wait right there.”He stepped up behind her. His hands came around her waist, palms gliding up her stomach, smooth and trembling beneath his touch. He looked straight at Peter, locking eyes with the younger man as his hands slid beneath Vera’s full breasts.“You like touching her like this, boy?”Peter swallowed. “Yeah. Of course.”“Gets your cock hard?”“Yes, sir.”“Makes you want to fuck her, huh?”“Yes, sir.”“Take your cock out.”Peter blinked. “What? Why, Dad?”“We’re learning here. Take it out.”There was a long pause before Peter gave in. He reached for his zipper, dragged it down slowly, and pulled his