Lahat ng Kabanata ng DIRTY DADDIES: AN 18+ EROTIC COLLECTION: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

CHAPTER 1: LOCKER ROOM PUSSY TEASELOTTIE’S POVOh my god, I can’t believe I’m even thinking this, but here goes. I’m Lottie, quiet, nerdy Lottie who spends lunch in the library with my nose in a fantasy novel, dreaming about dragons and magic while everyone else is out living their best high school lives. I’ve got these big, clunky glasses that always slide down my nose, and my wardrobe is basically oversized hoodies and jeans that hide everything. Boys? Yeah, I’ve kissed a couple, awkward, fumbling things in the back of a movie theater where their hands shook more than mine and it all ended with me pretending I had to pee just to escape. But lately? Lately, my body’s been on fire in a way I don’t understand. I’ll be in class, staring at the curve of a girl’s neck or the way her skirt rides up when she crosses her legs, and suddenly I’m squeezing my thighs together under the desk, my panties getting all sticky and warm. It’s embarrassing. It’s confusing. It’s... hot.And the gi

ETHAN’S POV(WARNING:INCEST!)The hallway was narrow enough to choke me.I shouldn’t have been there. I should’ve been downstairs, cracking open another beer with the guys, laughing at some stupid meme Jude had sent in the group chat.My best friend. The guy I’d played little league with, the one who helped me build a treehouse in the backyard, the one who taught me how to play video games after my first breakup.Instead, I was pressed against the wall outside my sister’s bedroom, my palm slick against the hardwood doorframe, my breath shallow.The crack in the door was just wide enough. A goddamn sin, and I was its most devoted fucking sinner.Jude’s voice first—a low, guttural growl I’d never heard from him before, not even when he was trash-talking in Call of Duty."Fuck, Pattie. This cunt is so goddamn tight. You sure this virgin pussy can take all of me?" His hands were splayed on her hips, fingers digging

The jute rope sank into my wrists like it was starving, fibers tightening over the raw skin I'd already split open from twisting too hard last time. I hung from a frame bolted to the garage ceiling. My toes barely touched the oil-stained floor. My ankles were cuffed to a spreader bar, forced so wide my hips burned.The blindfold was his old Navy T-shirt, soaked with my sweat and the faint salt of tears I hadn't let fall yet. Every breath dragged in the stink of motor oil, leather, and my own cunt. Bald. Swollen. Dripping down my inner thighs in thick, sticky ropes that cooled too fast in the draft from the cracked door.The garage door rattled. Wind or the neighbor's mutt sniffing around again. Bark-bark-fuck-off-bark. Mrs. Sanchez's yappy little shit, probably smelling the sex pouring off me.His boots scuffed closer. “Color, Sage.”I swallowed the lump in my throat, voice scraping out raw. “Green.”He chuck

CHAPTER 2: EDGED TO RUINVALENTINA’S POV The glass slides in slow, deliberate inches, gliding halfway and grinding hard against my G-spot. Pleasure coils vicious and tight in my belly. I bite back the moan clawing up my throat. He yanks the dildo free just as suddenly, leaving me empty, walls fluttering and aching for more.“Still nothing?” His hand slaps my inner thigh, leaving a blooming red print. The second edge pushes deeper, twisting inside me while his thumb flicks my clit in merciless circles. I pant, tits heaving, the chain tugging painfully with every breath. “Silas,” I hiss, the name a threat and a plea all at once.The dildo rips away again. “Not yet.”Vibration hums to life on the third edge, a low thrum against the base that turns the glass into a living torment. It buzzes deep, bullying that spot until my moans spill out high and needy. The bidders groan in unison.Ice joins

CHAPTER 1: COUCH WHORE CAUGHTDANIELLE’S POVI sprawl across the couch like a desperate, cock-hungry whore while my legs kick so wide my thighs burn and the vibrator jams hard against my swollen clit. The laptop screen glows with that filthy porn I’ve had on loop for a solid hour. The brunette bends over the kitchen counter with tits swinging like pendulums and screams “harder, daddy, fuck my cunt” as the guy rails her from behind while balls slap her puffy lips with every brutal thrust. God, I need that. I ache for that. Richard has been gone since noon for his “golf outing” (total bullshit—he probably flirts with some barely-legal waitress because touching me takes too much effort for his lazy ass). Three years married, and his dick works about as well as a limp noodle. Missionary in the dark happens once a month if I beg like a pathetic bitch while he grunts “you good?” like he reads from a fucking script instead