All Chapters of DIRTY DADDIES: AN 18+ EROTIC COLLECTION: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

CHAPTER 3: OUR FUCKING SIN BAILEY’S POV (TW: CHEATING SCANDAL) He obliges. His thrusts become brutal, powerful, his balls slapping against my clit with every snap of his hips. My orgasm builds, a coiling, screaming tension in my belly that suddenly explodes. I scream his name as I come, my vision whiting out, my pussy clenching around his cock in violent, milking spasms. Feeling me come around him is his undoing. With a final, deep, possessive thrust, he buries himself as deep as he can and roars my name, his own release pumping into me, hot and endless. I feel his cock pulsing inside me, filling me, marking me from the inside out. We collapse over the desk, both of us panting, sweaty, and completely spent. He stays inside me for a long moment, his body heavy on mine, his lips pressed to my shoulder. When he finally pulls out, I feel the immediate, warm trickle

CHAPTER 2: THEIR REVENGE PORNTESSA’S POV“Jesus Christ,” Bash breathed, his hands skimming up my bare sides. “You are fucking perfect, Tessa.”Cole’s eyes darkened. He reached behind me and unclasped my bra with a single, practiced flick. My breasts spilled free, and the cool air made my nipples pull into tight, aching points. Bash groaned, his hands covering them, his thumbs rubbing slow, torturous circles.“You like that?” he murmured in my ear.“Yes,” I gasped, my head falling back against his shoulder.Cole dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands sliding up my thighs.“I think I like this even more,” he said, his voice a low growl. He hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties and dragged them down my legs. He studied me, his gaze fixed on the thatch of dark curls, already glistening with my arousal. “Look at you. So wet for us already. And we’ve barely started.”

CHAPTER 2: BEGGING FOR ITMAEVE’S POVI pushed my fingers inside, gasping at the stretch, at the filthy, wet sound it made. “Like this?”“Deeper. Imagine it’s my cock. Thick. Hard. Stretching you open, filling you up until you can’t think.”“Oh, God—” My head fell back, my hips rocking against my hand.“You’d take me so well, wouldn’t you? My good girl. You’d let me fuck this tight little cunt anytime I wanted.”“Yes! V, I need—”“What do you need?” His voice was a predator’s purr. “Use your words.”“I need your mouth on me! I need you to lick me, suck my clit while you finger me deep—”“Christ, you’re going to be the death of me.” His composure cracked, and I heard the raw need in his voice. It was the biggest turn-on yet. “Do it. Touch your clit. Pretend it’s my tongue. Fast, now. Make yourself come for me.”My fingers flew, circling my clit with a frantic rhythm. “V, I’m gonna come

CHAPTER 1: THE ORAL EXAMSAPPHIRE’S POVI was pretty sure I was going to throw up. Or maybe spontaneously combust. The air was too cold, the leather of the chair too sticky against my thighs, and the man across the desk… God, the man across the desk was a sin made flesh.IvorArchibald. The name was a whisper in this city, synonymous with power, danger, and a kind of ruthless magnetism that made sensible women do very, very stupid things. I’d heard the stories, of course. The "special" interviews that went late, the assistants who never stayed long but always left with a dazed, thoroughly fucked look in their eyes and a bank account that could buy a small island. I told myself I was different. I was here for the job. The Vice President of Development position was a career-making leap, and I was the most qualified candidate. My resume was impeccable.And then I walked in, and his eyes—the color

CHAPTER 1: THROAT-PIE BY THE POOLINDIE’S POVI’m Indie Vega, twenty-two, the girl who left for college a wide-eyed freshman and came back a certified cock-tease with a body that could start wars and a mouth that could finish them. Two years of dorm-room hookups, frat-party quickies, and one very educational semester abroad in Barcelona, where I learned exactly how to deep-throat a guy while riding his face, taught me how to make a man beg, whimper, and break. And right now, I’m home for summer break with one target locked and loaded: Jack Reynolds, my stepdad’s best friend.The silver-fox fantasy I’ve been edging to since I was sixteen and he called me “kid” while I stared at the way his swim trunks clung to that thick, mouth-watering bulge like it was begging to be freed.Plot twist: I’m not a kid anymore. And this summer, I’m collecting every filthy fantasy I’ve ever had about him, one orgasm at a time.I roll up in my b