All Chapters of Daddy’s Best Friend (collection of taboo love affairs): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The dorm room was quiet except for the faint sound of the fan. Heather sat cross-legged on her bed, her textbooks forgotten, chewing absently at the end of her pen. Lola sprawled opposite her, flipping lazily through her notes, though her gaze flicked toward Heather with that mischievous glint that never lasted long before turning serious again. They had avoided the subject all afternoon, each dancing around it as though the air between them wasn’t thick with the memory of last night. Finally, Lola broke the silence. “Heather” Her voice was low, hesitant. “We’re not just going to pretend it didn’t happen, are we?” Heather’s cheeks flushed hot. Her pulse jumped. “You mean..?” “Yes,” Lola cut in, sitting up straighter. “The professor, Us, All of it.” The air thickened, and Heather clutched the hem of her shirt, twisting the fabric between her fingers. She had thought about Ethan all day, his hands, his voice, the way he looked at her like she was the only woman alive. But beneath

Heather's body sagged, her chest heaving against the couch, skin sticky with sweat and cum. Ethan's hand still pressed firmly against her back forcing her down, claiming her as if she belonged to him entirely.“Not done,” he muttered, his voice rough with satisfaction. “You’ll take all of us.”Her wide eyes lifted just in time to see the third man tall, sharp-eyed, and silent until now finally rise from his chair. He’d been watching while fucking Lola the whole time, his cock thick in his hand, stroking lazily as if waiting for his moment.Heather shook her head weakly. “I… I can’t”“Yes, you can,” Ethan snapped, fingers digging into her hips. “Your body can take it. Look at Lola..”Heather glanced sideways. Lola was sprawled in the armchair, skirt bunched around her waist, her fingers working furiously between her thighs. Her other hand squeezed her breast as she moaned, eyes locked shamelessly on Heather.The shame was unbearable and yet, Heather pussy clenched harder.The third man

By the time they stepped outside, the pool shimmers under the morning sun, calm and inviting. Ethan didn’t give them time to hesitate. He made them strip the robes he’d asked them to wear and pushed them gently but firmly into the water. The cool water shocked their skin, but heat rushed back fast when Ethan joined them. His hands were everywhere dominant and making both girls gasp and cling to him. He moved between Heather and Lola like he owned them, taking one on his lips while his hand claimed the other. The pool became a playground of tangled bodies, breathless moans echoing off the villa walls. Ethan pressed Heather against the pool’s edge, thrusting deep until her cries grew louder. Lola wasn’t left behind; he turned and pulled her to him, kissing her hard while his hand slid under the water to tease her until she trembled. They lost track of time in the sunlit water, their cries mixing with the sound of splashes. It was raw, reckless, and heated, the kind of pleasure that

BlurbNiall and Lara are invited to a secret party at Blackwell Mansion. Inside, they discover a world of lust and temptation. Niall is taken by two wild women, while Lara falls into the arms of the powerful Richard Blackwell.By the end of the night, the couple is pulled into a dangerous threesome that tests their marriage, their limits, and their deepest desiresSwinger’s Party!(1)Lara had been folding laundry when the envelope slipped under the apartment door. Heavy cream paper, sealed with a deep crimson wax. Her first thought was that it looked like something out of a movie too luxurious for bills or advertisements.When she called for Niall, her husband came in with his hair still damp from the shower, towel slung around his neck. He frowned turning the envelope in his hand.“Hand-delivered,” he muttered. “No stamp. No return address.”Inside was a single card. The gold-embossed letters shine in the afternoon light:You are cordially invited to an exclusive evening of indulgenc

The rooftop air was sharp and cool, but Lara’s body burned as Richard pressed her against the wall. The city stretched around them, lights, noise, strangers below but all she could hear was his low breath against her ear.Richard kissed her like a starved man, devouring her mouth with teeth and tongue until she moaned against him. His hands didn’t ask permission they claimed. One gripped her jaw, angling her face to kiss her deeper, the other slid under her dress, dragging the fabric up inch by inch until the night air kissed her bare thighs.Her protest died when he pressed his body fully against hers. Hard muscle the insistent bulge between them. The promise of what was coming.“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to ruin you?” he rasped lips brushing her cheek. “Right here, where anyone could hear you scream?”Before she could answer, his hand slipped between her legs, fingers stroking her pussy until her knees weakened. She whimpered clutching at his shoulders, shame and want twistin