Lahat ng Kabanata ng PLEASE DADDY: A Sinner's Diary : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

MY JEALOUS STEP BROTHER 3BELLYJack flipped me on all fours, his hand clamped hard on the back of my neck, forcing my chest flat against the couch cushion. His cock slammed into me from behind, each thrust bruising and claiming. My body jolted with every stroke, my breath catching in short ragged gasps. "Look at me, Sweet Belly." Kane rasped, dropping to his knees, his voice thick with hunger. I lifted my face just as his shadow fell over me. His jean was gone, his inner wear ripped off, letting his cock sprang free. He was already hard, with pre cum dripping down his massive, thick and veiny length. He gripped the base lazily, stroking it while his eyes locked on mine."You're not full until you're full of me too, Belly." Eager and desperate to have him in my mouth, my lips parted, trembling. Kane rubbed the swollen head across my mouth, smearing the salty slick pre cum, along my lips, painting them. "Oh—Fuck Belly," Jack bit out, his groan vibrating through me, as he dragged h

LET'S PRACTICE PORNROSIE CLOUD(FL) — 22YRSJERRIE EARNEST (ML) — 32YRSROSIE I’m Rosie, twenty-two, and my life in Los Angeles is nothing like I dreamed it would be.I moved here from Manila, head full of big promises and bigger ambitions, ready to carve a space for myself in the movie industry. But twenty auditions later, not one callback, not one role. Every “we’ll be in touch” was a silent rejection that chipped away at me.Now I live in a cramped little apartment in a run-down neighborhood. The kind of place where the walls are too thin and you can hear arguments through the vents. My kitchen is barely big enough for one person, my bed squeaks if I breathe too hard on it, and my bank account? Let’s just say ramen has become my main food group.But there was one thing—one person—that made all of it bearable: Jerrie.The guy next door.Jerrie doesn’t belong here, not in this neighborhood. He’s tall, handsome, clean-cut in a way that makes him stand out. Always in fresh clothes, ne

LET'S PRACTICE PORN 3ROSIEI woke up sore. My thighs ached, my lips were tender, and my whole body hummed with the echoes of Jerry’s touch. For a moment, lying there under my thin sheet, I wondered if last night had been a dream. But then I shifted, and the ache between my legs was a cruel reminder that it had been all too real. Jerry—the guy next door, the man I’d been fantasizing about for months—had finally fucked me. And not just fucked me. He’d claimed me, like he’d been waiting for that moment just as long as I had.The thought made my cheeks burn.I should’ve felt embarrassed, maybe even ashamed, but instead I felt… alive. My body still buzzed with the heat of it, and when I closed my eyes, I could see his face, the hunger in his eyes, the way he took control without asking.And now, I had to face the day—my first day on set. My stomach churned with nervous energy as I got up and showered, scrubbing my skin, trying to wash away the lingering scent of Jerry but failing. No matt

HE SAVED ME THEN FUCKED ME 2SCARLET POVHis hand closed around my throat before I could even blink, forcing my back against the wall with a thud. My breath hitched, my pulse hammering wildly beneath his grip. Heat exploded in my veins, a dizzying fire that had been building since that damned drink I never meant to take. My skin burned, every nerve ending alive and hungry.His shadow towered over me, broad shoulders filling the dimly lit room. His face remained mostly hidden, but his eyes gleamed, hard and assessing, like a predator deciding whether to devour its prey. My knees weakened under the weight of that gaze.I tried to speak, to protest, but the words dissolved into a needy whimper. My lips parted, my chest rising and falling rapidly against his palm.“Please…” The plea tumbled from me before I could swallow it back. Not a plea for mercy. Not for freedom. But for him. For something I couldn’t even name, something the drug in my blood twisted into unbearable need.He smirked,

UNRAVEL MECAMILLA JONES (FL) — 23YRSCYRUS STERLING (ML) — 29YRSThey sat in silence during the entire drive back to the house. Camilla was not sure what to say and Cyrus looked one comment away from fucking her in the car, so she remained quiet.Camilla's heart beat hammered against her chest by the time they drove into the garage. She was out of breath as he pulled her out of the car and straight into the house. His movement was so fast. One moment Camilla was blinking up at him, the next she was being pushed against a wall and her spine tingled from the momentum.“Tell me what you want?” He rasped, his crazed expression doing something insane to her insides.Her heart thudded against her chest, her pulse thundering with each beat. Camilla lost the ability to speak, not even a word. The way he stared at her, with his jaw clenched and nostrils flaring with each ragged breath, made her shiver.This wasn't an act, because no one was watching, everything felt real, his hard stares, he