All Chapters of DIRTY DADDIES: AN 18+ EROTIC COLLECTION: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHAPTER 1: KISSING MY HEELSCASSIDY’S POVMy office is my kingdom. Forty-two floors of glass and perfection, with a view that makes people feel small. I like that. I like the way the junior associates’ eyes drop to the floor when I walk by, the way their voices get quiet.Power isn’t something you ask for. It’s something you take, and you wear it like the custom-tailored Alexander Wang blazer currently hugging my shoulders.And Logan Carter? He’s about to learn what that power truly feels like.He’s standing outside my door, a bundle of nervous, post-grad energy clutching a tablet to his chest like a life preserver. Twenty-four years old, with those big, brown, doe-eyes and a mouth that looks like it was made for sin. I hired him a month ago, straight from his MBA. His resume was flawless. But that’s not why he’s here. I saw the way he looked at me during his final interview. Not at my eyes. Not at my credentials. His gaze dropped to my mouth when I spoke, then lower, to the way

CHAPTER 3: FUCKING HIS THROBBING HORSE-COCKCASSIDY’S POV“Please,” he rasped, voice shredded. “Ms. White, fuck, please—”“Please what, Logan?” I stroked him slow, torturous, thumb swirling through the endless leak at his slit, smearing it down the shaft. “Tell me exactly what that greedy cock needs.”“Please let me come,” he whimpered, hips jerking helplessly into my fist. “I’m so fucking close it hurts—”I squeezed hard, cutting off his plea with a strangled moan. “No. You come when I say, or you’re done. Fired. Career over the second you spill without permission. You believe me?”Terror flashed in his eyes, mixing with the animal lust. “Yes, ma’am. I swear.”“Good.” I released him, turned, and braced both palms on the wall, ass arched high. “Then fuck me. And you will not come.”He was on me in a heartbeat—chest to my back, hands bruising my hips, trembling with the effort of restraint. Th

CHAPTER 2: ASS-TO-MOUTH WITH MY CAPTOR(TW: NON-CONSENSUAL SEX AND EXTREMES. DO NOT READ. AND DO NOT REPLICATE!)He rams in, and slips deeper, easier than before. There is no mercy in his ruthless pounding.I scream into the gag he’d stuffed in once more, body splitting open again, but the pain is different now—sharper, deeper, better.He alternates—cunt, ass, cunt, ass—brutal, relentless, growling“Fight harder, slut. Make me earn it.”My body betrays me completely.Pleasure coils like a snake, sick, filthy, unstoppable.He reaches into the side table—myemergency vibrator drawer—and pulls out a glass dildo, the one I use when I’m alone, crying, pretending it’s my husband.SHOVE.He rams it up my ass while pounding my pussy, the dual stretch making me see stars.I moan—muffled, broken, desperate.He slaps my hanging tits, SLAP-SLAP-SLAP, till they’re crimson, swollen, throbbing.Chokes m

CHAPTER 1: CUM FOR THE OFFICE CAMERATATIA’S POVMy name is TatiaDonovan, and I think the fluorescent lights are trying to kill me.No, seriously. They’ve been screaming this high-pitched, teeth-grinding hum directly into my brain for eleven fucking hours. I can feel it in my molars. My skin is crawling, all, like I’m allergic to the air in this place. It’s 8:17 PM. My soul left my body around 4:30, and what’s left is just a twitching, over-caffeinated shell held together by sheer pettiness and the hope that I might still make it home in time to eat something that didn’t come out of a vending machine.Every single nerve in my body is screaming. I am one wrong email away from either bursting into flames or bursting into tears, and honestly, I’m not sure which one would be more satisfying.It’s all his fault. MaddoxHaynes. My boss. The walking, talking violation of every HR policy and my personal sanity,

CHAPTER 3: "THIS GREEDY CUNT IS MINE NOW"TATIA’S POVHe drives me over the edge with terrifying efficiency, fingers pistoning in and out, curling relentlessly, thumb grinding my clit until it’s a fireball. This third orgasm is different. It’s not my own. It’s his. It’s bestowed by him, forced from my body like a confession. It rips through me with a force that feels like it’s tearing me in two, my pussy squirting violently around his fingers, arcs splashing his wrist, the desk, my thighs. I scream, a long, ragged sound—“Maddox, fuck, yes!”—as my body convulses, walls milking his digits in desperate, greedy spasms. He holds me through it, his hand a steadyanchor as I completely shatter, sobbing and shaking.When the last tremor subsides, I’m a boneless, weeping mess, slumped in the chair, cum dripping from me in steady streams. He slowly pulls his fingers out, glistening and coated in my cream, strings of it connecti