Semua Bab Daddy's Lessons in Pleasure - Erotica Collection: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Epilogue – Forever ~ Kris Henderson ~ Six months later. The beach house smelled of salt, warm skin, sunscreen, and the dark cedar musk of Niklaus’s cologne that still clung to every sheet, every pillow, every inch of me. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling glass, gilding the white linens gold and painting long stripes across my bare thighs. I stretched lazily beneath the comforter, completely naked, body still thrumming with the slow, possessive way he’d woken me an hour earlier: sliding into me from behind while I was still half-asleep, whispering “good morning, wife” against the nape of my neck as he rocked deep and unhurried, like we had centuries instead of just this lifetime. We did have all the time now. No more rigid schedules. No more library shifts bleeding into exhaustion. The Room of Ecstasy still waited upstairs in the main house, cameras discreetly tucked away, velvet cushion spotlit, coils of jute and leather neatly arranged. It was us deciding, every si

◆◆◆ Chapter 2 ◆◆◆~ Tony ~The whiskey burned a trail down my throat, loosening every knot I’d tied myself into over the years. The loft was chaos—loud music, louder laughs, my boys slapping my back like I was about to be executed instead of married. Tomorrow I would marry Fanny. My Fanny. The girl who had been my everything since we were kids. Sweet, soft, familiar. The only woman who had ever had me inside her.And that night I sat there wondering what I was about to throw away by saying “I do.”Marcus climbed onto the coffee table like he owned the place. “Truth or dare, groom!”I rolled my eyes. “Truth. I’m not streaking for you assholes.”He grinned, evil. “Deepest secret. Real talk. You’ve only ever fucked Fanny. Tomorrow it’s forever. What’s the one thing you’ve never told anybody?”The room quieted. My pulse thudded in my ears. I could have lied. Cracked a joke. But the liquor had stripped away my filter.“Sometimes…” My voice came out rough. “I wonder what it would feel like

◆◆◆ Chapter 4 ◆◆◆The country club lawn sprawled empty under the late afternoon sun, a manicured green sea dotted with hedges that offered just enough cover for what was about to unfold. Fanny had chosen the spot deliberately — secluded but not entirely hidden, the thrill of exposure already making her thighs slick. She deliberately wore the short skirts instead of trousers.Tony carried the lawn tennis gear, oblivious to the full storm brewing, while Fanny's pulse raced at the thought of Bryan."So this guy," Tony said, glancing at her. "Friend of Lyn's?""Yeah," Fanny replied, voice steady despite the heat building between her legs. "Introduced at the shower. Nice. Open-minded."She didn't mention how Bryan's cock had stretched her raw that night, how his tongue on her toes had made her squirt for the first time, how the memory still haunted her dreams. Or how inviting him here was her way of weaving secrets into their marriage bed.Bryan waited near the makeshift wickets, tall and

◆◆◆ Chapter 1 ◆◆◆ Victoria gripped the overhead rail so hard her knuckles blanched as the bus swayed through snarled evening traffic. The short pleated skirt that had felt flirty at 7 a.m. now rode dangerously high on her thighs, the hem flirting with exposure every time the vehicle lurched. Sweat prickled between her breasts; the press of too many bodies had turned the air thick and intimate. The man behind her radiated heat like a furnace. Tall. Silver hair swept back, sharp cheekbones, a jaw that looked carved for biting. Each time the driver braked, her ass was forced back against the unmistakable ridge of his erection — hard, thick, unapologetic. He didn’t pull away. Neither did she. She was already wet. Shamefully, embarrassingly wet. Just from the accidental friction. Just from wondering what his hands would feel like pinning her wrists above her head. “I can read your thoughts, you know,” a velvet voice purred directly into her ear, so close she felt the shape of the words

◆◆◆ Chapter 1 ◆◆◆~ Anne McGiver ~Being a celebrity actress sucked about as much as being doused in perfume and left in a room with a swarm of bees. And those bees? They were men.I had them in every caliber imaginable — movie producers with their slimy promises of “private meetings,” co-stars who slid their hands too low during rehearsal kisses, fans who sent me dick pics captioned with marriage proposals. They all wanted to fuck me, worship me, own me. And that was precisely the problem. There was no thrill left in being the prey everyone had already caught. No chase or mystery. Just the same predictable rut where I spread my legs and they came running. I wanted to chase for once. I was so damn tired of being chased.“Anna, they’re ready for you on set.”I glanced up from my phone. Mia, my assistant, hovered with my usual iced oat-milk latte. She was wearing that familiar look — part concern, part exasperation, all professional restraint.“Thanks,” I murmured, taking the cup.