บททั้งหมดของ Daddy's Secret: A Collection of Forbidden Stories: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

My friend Dessy kept telling me I needed to get out of my shell, socialize with other people especially other men instead of sitting in my room all day yawning about how boring and empty my life felt.So I finally listened. I downloaded the dating app she recommended, TanTan, and set up my profile. It didn't even take five minutes before I got a match.Most of the guys didn't interest me at all, but one stopped me cold. A Chinese guy hot as hell with tattoos covering almost every inch of his visible skin. He looked exactly like the bad-boy gang-star types you read about in novels. dark, intense eyes that felt like they could see right through you, sharp jawline, and a body so ripped and dangerous it made my stomach flip just looking at his pictures. I got instantly wet staring at him.We started texting, and within an hour I was soaked through my panties, thighs pressed together while I read every dirty, teasing message he sent. My mind was racing with all the nasty things I wanted h

Morning light was sneaking through the curtains, soft and gold, hitting the bed where we were still tangled up. I woke up first, body sore in the best way, pussy still puffy and tender from last night. Mhino was behind me, one heavy arm thrown over my waist, his cock already half-hard and pressed against my ass like it knew exactly where it wanted to be.I shifted a little, rubbing back against him slow. He groaned low in his throat, hand sliding up to cup my tit, thumb brushing over my nipple until it got hard again. I felt him thicken fully behind me, hot and thick against my skin.“Morning,” he mumbled, voice rough from sleep, lips brushing my shoulder.I turned my head, kissed him messy and lazy, tongues sliding together while his hand wandered down between my legs. His fingers found me already wet, slipped between my folds, rubbed slow over my clit. I moaned into his mouth, hips rocking back.He pulled away from the kiss, flipped me onto my stomach gentle at first then grabbed

My name is Zara I'm twenty-two years old and daddy's little princess, always got what I wanted without asking twice. The Mercedes was a birthday gift last year shiny white, very fast and expensive. I loved driving it fast through the city, windows down, music loud, feeling untouchable.Until the engine started making this weird whining noise. I ignored it for a week because who has time for car problems? Then it died completely on the highway at 10 p.m. on a Friday No warning lights at all, no nothing. Just silence and the smell of burning rubber. I called roadside assistance, they towed it to the nearest garage that was still open. Some place called "Reyes Auto" on the edge of town. Looked sketchy as hell old brick building, neon sign flickering, chain-link fence around the lot.The guy who came out to meet the tow truck was not what I expected i was expecting an old man but instead Tall Broad shoulders Late thirties maybe. Black hair messy under a backward cap, grease stains on hi

I came back the next night shaking before I even got out of the Uber. My pussy was still sore from the last two times but the ache just made me wetter the whole drive over. I wore what he told me nothing under the dress. Short red one that barely covered my ass thin straps and low neckline so my tits were practically spilling out. No panties no bra just skin and need.The garage door was half open light spilling out onto the dark street. He was inside wiping his hands on a rag looking up the second I walked in. His eyes went dark hungry. He locked the door behind me flipped the sign to closed and turned off the outside lights. Just us now.“You’re late,” he said stepping close enough I could smell the oil on him again.“I couldn’t wait,” I whispered already breathing fast.He didn’t say anything else. Just grabbed me by the waist lifted me up and carried me straight to the back workbench. The one covered in tools and rags. He sat me on the edge spread my legs wide with his knees and s

I step off the plane in Maui feeling like a weight just lifted off my chest. My suitcase wheels rattle behind me as I head straight for the resort shuttle, hair already frizzing from the humidity, sundress sticking to my thighs from the long flight. Twenty-four, freshly single after catching my ex with his "work friend" in our apartment, and I booked this solo trip on a whim with the last of my savings. I had no plans and no expectations. Just sun and ocean, and maybe a few fruity drinks strong enough to make me forget his name.The resort is paradise palm trees swaying, infinity pool overlooking the beach, that salty-sweet air that makes everything feel possible. I check in, drop my bag in my ocean-view room, and change into a bikini that's a little bolder than what I usually wear back home. Red, high-cut, ties at the hips. I catch my reflection and think, yeah, this is the version of me that's finally free.Down at the beach bar by sunset, the place is buzzing but not packed. Ti