All Chapters of DADDY'S NAUGHTY PET : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

James's POVI was forty-two years old and I'd just fucked my daughter's nineteen-year-old best friend on my desk while Harper was downstairs hosting a pool party.I should have felt guilty. Should have been drowning in self-loathing and shame. Should have been planning how to end this before it went any further, before someone got hurt, before my entire life imploded from one catastrophically bad decision.Instead, all I could think about was when I'd get to touch her again.The taste of Mia's mouth. The way she'd looked at me with those dark eyes full of want and trust. The feeling of being inside her—so tight, so responsive, so fucking perfect. The sounds she'd made when she came.I was going to hell, and I didn't even care.It had been two days since the pool party. Two days of Harper talking about how great it was to have Mia back, completely oblivious to the fact that her father had taken her best friend's virginity against his desk. Two days of Mia's texts burning a hole in my p

She gasped, her hands flying to my hair. "Oh my god—"I took my time exploring her with my tongue—circling her clit, dipping inside her, learning what made her hips buck and her thighs tremble. When I found the rhythm that had her moaning, I maintained it, building her up slowly."James," she gasped, her grip tightening in my hair. "That's—fuck—don't stop—"I had no intention of stopping. I worked her with my mouth while my hands gripped her thighs, holding her open for me. When I added two fingers inside her and curled them to hit her G-spot while sucking her clit, she came apart with a cry that echoed across the yard.But I didn't stop. I continued licking and fingering her gently through the aftershocks, then built her up again. By the time her second orgasm hit, she was sobbing my name, her whole body shaking."How are you—how is that even possible—" she panted as I pulled back."Experience," I said with a smile, pressing kisses to her inner thighs. "And paying attention to what y

Mia's POVHarper had invited me to sleep over—like we'd done a thousand times since we were kids.Except this time, I wasn't planning to sleep in her room like always. I wasn't planning to stay up giggling about boys or watching movies or doing any of the innocent things best friends did during sleepovers.This time, I was planning to wait until she fell asleep, then sneak down the hall to her father's bedroom and climb into his bed.I was planning to betray my best friend in the worst possible way imaginable.And I was going to do it anyway, because two weeks of stolen moments with James had turned me into someone I barely recognized—someone who would risk everything, hurt everyone, destroy a lifelong friendship, all for the chance to feel his hands on my body again.I was addicted. Completely. Desperately. In a way that terrified me and thrilled me in equal measure.It had been two weeks since that weekend at his house. Two weeks of sneaking around, of secret texts, of finding excus

No condom this time—we'd stopped using them after that first weekend, after I'd assured him about birth control, after we'd both admitted we wanted nothing between us."You feel like heaven," he said roughly, his forehead pressed to mine as he bottomed out. "Every single time, you feel like heaven."He started moving with slow, deep strokes that had me struggling to stay quiet. This position—missionary with him above me, our eyes locked—felt impossibly intimate. More intimate than the frantic fucks in his office or his car. This was making love, and the realization made tears gather in my eyes."What's wrong?" he asked immediately, stopping."Nothing's wrong," I whispered. "Everything's right. That's the problem. This feels so right and it should feel wrong."He kissed away the tears that escaped. "I know, baby. I know."He continued his slow rhythm, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting him deeper, wanting to fee

Natalie's POVI'd been faking orgasms for three years.Three years of lying beneath my husband while he thrust into me with all the passion of someone filing taxes. Three years of making the appropriate noises at the appropriate times—breathy moans when he entered me, a louder gasp when he picked up speed, and finally a theatrical cry when he finished exactly two and a half minutes after he'd started.Three years of waiting for him to roll off me, kiss my forehead, and tell me he loved me before falling asleep within sixty seconds, completely satisfied with his performance.Three years of reaching for my vibrator the second his snores started, touching myself in the darkness of our shared bedroom, bringing myself to the orgasms he never could.Three years of slowly forgetting what good sex actually felt like.My marriage to David wasn't terrible. He was a good man—responsible, faithful, kind to waiters and animals. He had a stabl