All Chapters of FILTHY C*MSLUT COLLECTIONS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 1Ava’s POV“Dad, you really don’t have to worry so much,” I said as the elevator doors slid open straight into Jax’s massive penthouse, my voice coming out a little too high and nervous even though I tried to sound chill.My father chuckled and clapped a hand on my shoulder, steering me forward with that overprotective grip he always used. “Ava, this is two whole weeks. I know you’re nineteen now but you’re still my little girl. Jax here is like family, so behave yourself. No parties, no sneaking out, and definitely no boys hanging around while I’m gone.”Jax stood there in the wide open living room, tall as hell at six foot four, wearing a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show those thick forearms covered in a light dusting of dark hair. He looked every bit the successful businessman at thirty-nine, sharp jaw, dark eyes that always seemed to see too much. He gave my dad a firm handshake and shot me that easy, familiar smile he had used since I was a kid cal

Chapter 3Ava’s POVMy whole body locked up the second Jax stepped into the light. My fingers were still slick and buried between my spread legs, my pussy still twitching from the orgasm that had just ripped through me while I moaned his name like a desperate slut. My tank top was pushed up, one tit hanging out with the nipple hard and red from how hard I had been pinching it. I felt the heat of shame flood my face so fast it made my ears burn.“Oh my god,” I gasped, yanking my hand away from my cunt like it had burned me. My legs snapped shut but it was too late. He had seen everything. The way I was rubbing my virgin clit, the way my juices coated my fingers, the way I had whispered “Uncle Jax” right as I came. I scrambled to pull my tank top down and yank my shorts back up my thighs, my hands shaking so bad I could barely grip the fabric. “Uncle Jax… I… fuck, I didn’t know you were there. Please, I’m so sorry, I—”He didn’t look mad. He didn’t even look surprised. He just s

Chapter 5Ava’s POV“Daddy… that was so much,” I whispered, still breathing hard as I sat on the kitchen counter with my legs spread wide and my pussy still pulsing around his fingers. My juices had made a wet mess on the marble and my thighs felt sticky and shaky. I looked up at him, my face flushed and my eyes glassy from how hard I had just cum for him.Jax pulled his fingers out slow, making me whimper at the empty feeling. He brought them to my lips and I opened my mouth without thinking, tasting myself on him as he pushed them inside. “Clean them up, baby girl. Good girls lick Daddy’s fingers after they make a mess.”I sucked them clean, tongue swirling around his thick digits while my clit throbbed again just from the taste and the way he watched me. He finally helped me down off the counter, my legs so weak I almost stumbled. His hand stayed on my lower back as he walked me out of the kitchen and into the big living room.The lights were low but the floor-to-ceiling wind

Chapter 7Ava’s POV“Daddy he’s coming home tonight but I still need you one more time,” I whispered as I stood in the living room wearing nothing but a short pleated skirt and a thin tank top, my nipples already hard and my pussy throbbing under the fabric because the plug had been in me all morning keeping Jax’s earlier load trapped deep. My voice shook with how badly I wanted it even though my real dad would walk through that door in a few hours.Jax didn’t say anything at first. He just grabbed me by the waist and marched me straight to the big leather couch where my father always sat when he visited, the same spot he would relax in tonight with a beer and stories about his trip. Jax bent me over the back of it roughly, flipping my skirt up over my ass and yanking the plug out so fast I gasped as a thick trickle of his old cum leaked down my thigh.“Last time before he gets back and you’re still begging for Daddy’s cock,” he growled, lining up his thick bare shaft and slamming

Chapter 2Riley’s POV“Fuck this, I’m not rushing for that controlling bastard.”I deliberately took my sweet time crossing campus, letting my hips sway extra slow in the short denim skirt that barely covered the bottom of my ass cheeks. My thighs still ached a little from kneeling last time, but the real ache was deeper, that persistent throb between my legs I couldn’t ignore no matter how much I told myself I hated him. By the time I pushed open the door to his office it was fifteen minutes past the hour, and I didn’t even knock.Professor Kane was already seated behind the desk, tie loosened, shirt sleeves rolled up again, those thick forearms resting on the wood like he had all the patience in the world. His eyes lifted slowly when I walked in, locking onto me with that same calm stare that made my stomach flip and my pussy clench at the same time.“You’re late,” he said, his voice flat.“Yeah, well traffic was a bitch,” I shot back, dropping my bag on the floor with a thud and