All Chapters of DIRTY DADDIES: AN 18+ EROTIC COLLECTION: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

CHAPTER 3: I RODE HER FACE CAROLINE'S POV The stretch is perfect - she curls her fingers immediately, finding that sensitive spot on my front wall like she has a fucking map. She massages it in rhythm with her tongue on my clit, and the dual stimulation is too much, it's too good, I'm going to- "Come for me," she demands, pulling back just long enough to speak before diving back in. "Come on my face. Show me what you look like when you fall apart." I shatter. The orgasm rips through me like nothing I've ever experienced - not the weak, unsatisfying orgasms I fake with Cormac, not even the ones I give myself late at night with my hand between my legs. This is full-body, earth-shattering, the kind of climax that whites out your vision and makes you forget your own name. I come on her face, my pussy clenching around her fingers, my clit pulsing against her tongue, and I have to bite down on my hand so har

CHAPTER 2: POUNDING, POUNDING, POUNDINGLUNA'S POVThere's nothing gentle about it. He eats me like he's angry - like he's punishing me - his tongue shoving into my hole, his nose grinding against my clit, his fingers digging into my thighs hard enough to leave bruises."Fuck - Kane - oh my God-""This is what you wanted, right?" He pulls back just long enough to snarl at me, his chin dripping with my arousal. "Wanted your nerdy stepbrother to worship your pussy? Wanted to see if I'd actually do all those things I wrote about?""Yes - fuck - yes-""Then shut up and take it."He seals his mouth over my clit and sucks so hard my vision whites out. Two fingers slam into my pussy, curling against my g-spot, and I'm coming before I can even process what's happening - my back arching off the bed, my thighs clamping around his head, my whole body convulsing.He doesn't stop.He fucks me through the orgasm with his fingers, his tongue relentless on m

CHAPTER 1: HE WANTED MY FAT CUNTPRIYA'S POVI'm crying in a Nordstrom fitting room at 2pm on a Saturday, and honestly, this feels like rock bottom.Not actual rock bottom - that was six months ago when I found out my husband was fucking his twenty-three-year-old personal trainer in our bed while I was at soccer practice with the kids. Or maybe rock bottom was last month when my sixteen-year-old daughter told me I was "embarrassing" for existing in public. Or maybe it was last week when my fourteen-year-old son asked if I could just drop him off around the corner from the movie theater so his friends wouldn't see me.But this - standing in a fitting room surrounded by clothes that don't fit, staring at a body I don't recognize, trying to zip up a dress that's designed for women who don't stress-eat their way through divorce proceedings - this feels like its own special kind of hell.I'm forty-one years old.I used to be beautiful. I have photos to p

CHAPTER 3: WALKING OUT FULL OF HIMPRIYA'S POV"Spread wider," he growls against me. "I want all of it. Want to bury my face in this fat, beautiful cunt."I spread my thighs as wide as they'll go and he groans with satisfaction, his tongue pushing deeper. He grabs my ass with both hands - really grabs it, fingers sinking into my soft flesh - and pulls me harder against his face.I'm grinding on his tongue. I can't help it. My hips are moving on their own, riding his face, using him for my pleasure. He moans into my pussy and the vibration sends me over the edge again - another orgasm, another gush of wetness, and I feel myself spray him this time, feel my cum splatter across his face and chin."Fuck yes," he groans, pulling back just long enough to wipe his face and grin up at me. "Again. Give me another one.""I can't-""You said that before you squirted twice." He stands, his face dripping with me, and reaches for his belt. "Now I'm going to f

CHAPTER 2: STRIP AND REPEAT IT, WHOREBREE'S POVMy blood runs cold. "You wouldn't-""Wouldn't what? Send it to someone?" He tilts his head, studying me with those predatory green eyes. "Your coworkers, maybe? Your parents? My sister?" His smile sharpens. "Imagine Sarah listening to her best friend moan 'ruin me, daddy' while she fucks herself thinking about her brother. How do you think that conversation would go?""Colton, please-""Please what?" His hand wraps around my throat. "Please delete it? Please pretend you didn't just hand me the keys to your entire reputation?"Tears are pricking my eyes now. "I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing. You can't-""I've listened to that voicemail twelve times since 2am," he says, his voice dropping to a growl. "Twelve times, Bree. I've been hard for nine hours straight. I jerked off three times and I'm still half-hard just from hearing your slutty little voice beg me to use you.""Colton-""I d