All Chapters of CRAVING DIRTY DADDIES: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER 3: STUPID BRAVE HORNY CALL EVIE I pick up my phone for what feels like the thousand time, my thumb hovering over Kaleb's name in my contacts. Since last night’s show, all I can do is think about how much I want his dick. As the evening’s worn on, I can’t help but think that maybe he’d want to take a call from me. Even as I admit it’s a stupid move, sure to end in disappointment, I just have to find out. I’m curious if he used our conversation as inspiration for his show, if he was talking to me, maybe even just a little bit subconsciously. It rings a few times and I’m on the edge of losing my nerve and hanging up when he picks up the line, his smooth voice instantly putting me at ease. “Evie. I was hoping I’d hear from you again.” My heart slams against my ribs. Heat floods my cheeks, and lower. “You… you remember me?” He chuckles, the sound vibrating straight through the phone and into my core. “How could I forget the woman who called in last week and told me, very ho

CHAPTER 1: NO MORE PRETENDING CAMILAMy phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling me out of my lazy morning haze. I reached for it, expecting maybe a message from my husband, checking in from his business trip halfway across the country. But when I unlocked the screen, my breath caught in my throat."For my birthday today, all I want is to fuck your sweet cunt rough and hard until you scream my name and beg for more."I stared at the screen, my heart hammering away. What the hell? Last night, I'd asked my stepson casually over dinner what he wanted for his 25th birthday. He'd smirked and said, "You'll see," but I never imagined this. Shock rippled through me, not just because this was coming from Alex, but because a secret part of me had been craving exactly that for longer than I cared to admit. I'd touched myself to thoughts of him more times than I could count, whispering his name into my pillow as I came, imagining his strong hands on me, his body claiming mine. But this? Thi

CHAPTER 3: RUIN ME FOR YOUR FATHER CAMILA "Wider," he ordered, stroking his cock lazily as he stood before me, his tattooed body a vision of masculine perfection. " Let Daddy see that pretty pussy you've been teasing me with. Show me exactly how you do it when you're thinking of my fat cock pounding you." I leaned back on one elbow, my other hand trailing down my body, over my heaving breasts and flat stomach, until my fingers reached my slick folds. I was soaking wet, my arousal coating my thighs. Slowly, I circled my clit, gasping at the spark of pleasure. "Oh, Alex... Daddy," I moaned, slipping one finger inside myself, feeling the tight walls clench around it. "That's it," he encouraged, his hand moving faster on his shaft. "Add another finger. Pretend it's my cock stretching you. Tell me what you're thinking about." I obeyed, pushing a second finger in, thrusting them slowly at first, building the rhythm. The sight of him stroking his huge cock—thick, veined, the hea

CHAPTER 1: I HATED I FUCKING NEEDED HIM ARIANA "Your husband said you’re a good slut,” Dante said, his voice a dangerous purr that slithered down my spine like ice and fire twisted together. “I want to see how far you can take my cock… and still survive.” His other hand slid up my throat, fingers curling around it, not tight enough to choke me this time, but enough to make me acutely aware of how little pressure it would take. Like he was testing, measuring, deciding just how far he could go before cutting off my breath. My pulse hammered against his palm, and I hated the way my nipples tightened at the threat. Dante Rossi was no ordinary man. He was the cold-hearted, ruthless king of the Rossi crime family, a name whispered in fear across every dark corner of the city. They said he’d slit a man’s throat for looking at him wrong, that he’d burned entire empires to ash just to prove a point. No mercy. Just power, control, and the kind of violence that left bodies cold and f

CHAPTER 3: BEGGING FOR MOREARIANA One of his large hands slid up my inner thigh, fingers spreading my pussy lips wide open while the other held the cigarette, inhaling deep. “See? Your pussy’s fucking dripping for me, kitten,” he murmured, exhaling a thick cloud of warm smoke directly over my bare, aching heat. The smoky warmth curled over my clit, making me jolt and moan loudly. My wrists strained against the ropes, my legs shaking violently in their bindings, but I couldn’t close them. Couldn’t escape the delicious torment.“You have no idea,” he continued, his voice thick with lust and menace, “how much I want to ruin this greedy cunt. Stretch it open on my cock until you’re sobbing my name. Fill you up with so much cum you’ll be leaking me for days.”The sound that left me was somewhere between a moan and a whimper—pleasure and fear clawing at me in equal measure. Shame and raw want twisted through my veins as his fingers teased my entrance again, circling my clit with maddenin