All Chapters of CRAVING DIRTY DADDIES: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 1: BE A GOOD SISTER AND KEEP A SECRET PAIGE I'd always watched Ryker Westbrook from behind his office glass door, my thighs squeezed tight together, aching for something I knew I shouldn't want. He was my cold, ruthless, untouchable billionaire boss, and worse my sister's husband. But that didn't stop the fire building inside me every time I saw him. The way his tailored shirt clung to that broad, sculpted chest, the way his sharp jaw flexed when he was pissed off about some deal gone sideways—it drove me insane. And then there were those moments when no one else was around, when his blue eyes would lock onto mine, lingering just a second too long, like he was imagining bending me over his massive mahogany desk and shoving his cock so deep inside my pussy that I'd forget my own name. It wasn't romantic or sweet; it was raw, filthy, primal. And it made my core throb with a need that screamed ownership, even though I knew I could never have him. I was Ryker's secretary,

CHAPTER 1: SUCK IT DEEPER, BABY LILA I couldn't pinpoint exactly when it started, but from the moment my father-in-law, Victor, stepped into our house three weeks ago, something inside me shifted. It wasn’t just his looks. Though God, the man was built like sin. Late forties, broad shoulders, thick arms corded with muscle that flexed every time he reached for anything, salt-and-pepper hair that made him look distinguished and dangerous at the same time. No, it was the way he carried himself. Calm. Confident. Like he knew exactly what he wanted and exactly how to take it. And the way he looked at me… those dark eyes would linger on my breasts and trace the curve of my ass when I walked past him in the house. He never said a word, but I felt it. Heat. Hunger. The same hunger that had been eating me alive every single day since he arrived. My husband Ethan and I had been struggling for over a year. Our sex life had become boring. He’d get half-hard, push inside me for a few minutes

CHAPTER 3: FUCK HER LIKE SHE DESERVES LILA He chuckled darkly, sensing my hesitation melting into desperation. “Look at you, already trembling. You love this, don’t you? Being exposed like the dirty whore you are. Dripping down your thighs like a little slut who can’t get enough.”I nodded frantically, my cheek smashed against the cool pane. “Say it. Tell daddy how much you want this cock.”“I… I want it,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Please, daddy, fuck me. I need it so bad.”His free hand came up to cup my breast, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me yelp. The pain shot straight to my core, mixing with the pleasure in a way that made my knees weak. “Beg for it properly,” he demanded. “Tell me how bad you want your father-in-law’s cock stretching that sweet pussy.”My face burned with shame and arousal. This was wrong... soo fucking wrong. He was my husband’s father, for christ’s sake. But that only made it hotter. “Please, daddy,” I whimpered, pushing my ass back aga

CHAPTER 1: CURE MY HEARTACHE WITH YOUR COCK VIOLET I had just walked in on a man twice my age stroking his thick, veined cock to a half-naked photo of me. He didn’t startle. He didn’t apologize or scramble to cover himself. Instead, he kept his eyes locked on my phone screen and gave himself one last slow pump before tucking his thick cock back into his pants with the calm control of a man who’d merely been interrupted checking his emails. He didn't look embarrassmat all. If anything, a flicker of mild annoyance crossed his rugged face as he zipped up. “You do realize this is men’s restroom, right?” His voice was low, rough, and edged with irritation, as if I were the intruder who had ruined his private moment. My stomach plummeted. I glanced around wildly, my cheeks burning. Of course. Of course. In my desperate haze to find somewhere—anywhere—to cry, I hadn’t even glanced at the sign on the door My mouth opened and closed, but no words came. What could I possibly say?

CHAPTER 3: BEG FOR MY COCK, PRINCESS VIOLET "Tell me the truth, princess" he said, teasing my entrance, dipping just the tip inside before pulling back, making me whimper with frustration. "You like it when you saw me stroking to your picture, didn’t you?" “Yes,” I sobbed, beyond embarrassment now, my voice cracking with need. “Yes, I—” Without warning, he plunged two thick fingers deep inside me. “Oh my God—” The cry ripped out of me as white-hot pleasure exploded behind my eyes. He fucked me with them hard and fast, curling perfectly against that sensitive spot inside with every ruthless stroke. My thighs shook violently. The pressure built at blinding speed it was almost scary. “Beg for it properly,” he demanded, voice rough as gravel, curling his fingers again and hitting that perfect spot over and over. “Tell me exactly how badly you need my cock to ruin you.” “Please,” I whimpered, tears of frustration mixing with pleasure. “Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me r