Semua Bab DIRTY DADDIES: AN 18+ EROTIC COLLECTION: Bab 51 - Bab 60

CHAPTER 5: PUBLIC WINDOW TRIPLE-FUCKEVE’S POVNight SixI wake to the softest, filthiest thing I’ve ever felt. His tongue laps at my clit slow and deliberately like he’s tasting heaven for the first time. There are no vines or shadows. All I have is the wet heat of his mouth and the low, hungry growl rumbling in his chest remain. My legs stay already spread with thighs trembling while my pussy remains swollen and dripping from five nights of ruin. He licks me clean of every drop of last night’s cum and every smear of my squirt, and then he dirties me again as his tongue spears deep to curl against my front wall and flick my g-spot until I’m grinding on his face shamelessly with tits bouncing and fingers fisted in his hair.“Fuck—yes—eat my cunt—” I moan with hips rolling while my clit throbs against his forked tongue. He sucks it deep with teeth grazing, and I come hard to squirt a hot jet straight into his mouth. He drinks me and growls with his Adam’s apple bobbing while hands

CHAPTER 1: 8-HOUR COCK GRINDCLAUDIA’S POVThe sky remains pitch-black with stars winking like they are in on the joke when Mom’s voice slices through the dark. “Claudia, lap-seat with Zion. Seatbelt over both. Safety first.”She hurls this ancient, moth-eaten blanket at us that smells like mothballs and old fries.Zion already sprawls in the back like he owns the damn minivan with one arm hooked over the seat while basketball shorts sling so low the waistband are a temptation. His thighs spread wide enough to scream ‘plant your needy little ass right here, sis, and don’t pretend you haven’t been dreaming about it.’I’m nineteen and my pussy has been on a hair-trigger for him since the day our parents swapped rings in that tacky backyard ceremony. He’s twenty-two and looks like the kind of guy who could ruin your life, film it, and make you thank him for the viral clip.I crawl in with my sundress riding up my thighs. There are no panties because Jada’s psycho ass slid into my DMs

HAILEY’S POVFive years.Five years, three therapists, and one very expensive, very underwhelming vibrator, and not a single other man has made me come.Let that sink in. It’s a special kind of hell, knowing the only person who can unlock your body is the same asshole who systematically torched your self-esteem.So when my phone lit up with a text from an unknown number that just read, "I'm in town. The usual spot.", I didn't even hesitate.I didn't want to see him. My body, however, was staging a full-scale mutiny.The "usual spot" was a grimy alley behind a dive bar. Classy.I pulled up next to his obnoxiously sleek car and got in. The cologne, the same one he always wore, filled the space."Hailey." His voice was a low gravel roll that went straight to my clit. Traitorous bitch."Roman. Still parking in alleys, I see. Some things never change."He turned, and fuck me, he looked even better. Older

CHAPTER 2: DADDY HELPS WITH ORGASMELLIE’S POV I nodded, babbling while my hips chased his hand. “Yes, yes, please more!” He added another finger to stretch me wider while the burn made me whine but the pleasure drowned it out. His thumb kept rubbing my clit, fast and mean, and my whole body shook while that sparkly feeling built bigger than ever. “You’re gonna come for Daddy,” he growled, leaning close with his breath hot on my neck. “Gonna cream all over my fingers like a good little slut. But no boys ever, you hear me? This pussy’s mine. Daddy’s gonna train it, stretch it, make it sing whenever you get that itch.” His fingers pumped faster, sloppy with my slick, while the schlick-schlick sounds were so dirty I wanted to hide, but I couldn’t stop moaning. “I don’t understand!” I cried with tears streaming because the feeling was too big, like I was gonna explode. “Daddy, it’s too much, something’s happe

ASHLEY’S POVThe only thing keeping me upright was the brutal rhythm of my cousin’s cock pounding into me from behind. Each thrust slammed my hips against the cold metal of his dad’s Mustang, the thump-thump-thump a frantic secret hiding under the cheerful murmur of our family’s voices just beyond the thin garage door.Connor’s hand was clamped over my mouth, his calloused palm stifling my choked, pleasure-strangled cries. His other arm was a steel band around my waist, holding me up as he drove into me with the focused intensity of a man claiming what was always his.“Shhh, baby,” he growled, his breath a hot gust against my sweat-slicked neck. “You wanna explain to everyone why their sweet, married Ashley is getting her guts rearranged by her cousin? Again?”I couldn’t answer. I could only moan into his hand, my body convulsing around his thick, familiar length. This was our secret, our beautiful sickness. It h