All Chapters of DIRTY DADDIES: AN 18+ EROTIC COLLECTION: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

CHAPTER 5: LEAKING DADDY'S LOADMIRA'S POVThe orgasm detonates through me. Not a wave this time but an explosion, my whole body convulsing, my pussy clenching around him in rhythmic pulses that milk his cock. I hear him groan, feel him bury himself deep, and then he's coming too - hot, thick ropes flooding my cunt as he holds himself inside me."Fuck, Mira - fuck -"He keeps coming, keeps filling me, and I feel every pulse, every throb, every drop of his cum painting my insides. It's too much. There's so much that it starts leaking out around his cock, dripping down my thighs, making a mess of us both.He stays inside me for a long moment, both of us panting, trembling, destroyed. Then he slowly pulls out and I feel his cum gush out of me, feel it sliding down my thighs in thick, obscene rivulets."Holy shit," I whisper into the face cradle."Yeah." His hand strokes down my spine, almost tender. "That abo

CHAPTER 2: COOKING WITH HIS COCK INSIDE METAMMIE’S POVThe moan that wants to tear from my throat is barely contained - I bite my tongue so hard I taste copper as he sinks into me inch by devastating inch. He's big, so fucking big, stretching my walls around his girth, filling me up in a way I've never been filled before. By the time he bottoms out, his hips flush against my ass, I feel impaled. Split open. Owned."Jesus Christ," he groans, his grip tightening on my hip. "You're tight. Tightest fucking cunt I've ever felt. Like a hot little fist squeezing my cock." He pulls back slowly, then pushes in again, and the drag of him against my sensitive walls makes stars explode behind my closed eyes. "This pussy was made for me, wasn't it? Made to be stuffed full of my cock whenever I want."He starts to fuck me in slow, deep strokes - pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, setting a rhythm that's lazy and indulgent, like he has all the time in

CHAPTER 4: ZOOM CALL WITH HIS TONGUE ON MY CLIT TAMMIE’S POV I scramble into position on the couch, ass up, face toward Reed. Behind me, I feel Jaylen notch his thick cock at my entrance. "Ready, sweetheart?" He doesn't wait for an answer. He drives in almost instantly. The scream that tears from my throat is inhuman. He's so big, stretching me wider than I've ever been stretched, and the burn of it is exquisite. He starts fucking me immediately - deep, brutal strokes that shove me forward with every thrust. "Fuck, she's tight," Jaylen groans. "Tightest cunt I've had in years. How do you not spend all day buried in this?" "Who says I don't?" Reed responds, finally pulling out his own cock and stroking it lazily. "She takes at least three loads a day. More on weekends." "Greedy slut." Jaylen smacks my ass hard enough to make me yelp. "You like being passed around? Like being a little fuck-hole

CHAPTER 2: CLIT ON CLIT, CUNT ON CUNTBLAIR'S POVHer hand smacks across my face - not hard enough to really hurt, just enough to sting, to remind me who's supposed to be in charge here. "I said keep going, you bratty little cunt."I dive back in, but on my terms. I tongue-fuck her hole, shoving as deep as I can go, tasting the sweet tang of her arousal. I lap at her inner lips, sucking them into my mouth and releasing them with obscene wet pops. I circle her clit with the flat of my tongue, then the tip, then I spell out my own fucking name on it just to be a bitch about it.By the time I reach the H in Ashworth, she's grinding against my face like a bitch in heat, smearing her pussy juice all over my cheeks and chin, her thighs clamped around my head so tight I can barely hear her moaning."That's it," I murmur against her cunt, the vibrations making her jerk. "Ride my face, Madam President. Show everyone what a desperate little slut you rea

CHAPTER 1: UNDRESSED BY A STRANGERCAROLINE'S POVThe dress costs more than my first car.Twelve thousand dollars of hand-stitched Italian lace and silk organza, with a sweetheart neckline and a cathedral train and approximately ten thousand tiny buttons running down the back that someone will have to fasten one by one on my wedding day.I stare at myself in the three-way mirror and try to feel something.Anything."It's stunning on you," my mother says from the settee behind me, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. "Oh, Caroline. You look like a princess."I look like a fraud.The woman in the mirror is beautiful, I guess. Blonde hair swept up in an elegant twist. Subtle makeup that took forty-five minutes to apply. A body that's been starved and Pilates-ed into submission for six months so it would fit into this specific dress.But her eyes are empty. Her smile doesn't reach them. And the massive diamond on her left hand feels less like a pro