All Chapters of DADDY'S BEST FRIENDS: Filthy Short Erotica Collections : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11Kane didn’t stop moving even after I came all over him. He kept grinding slow and deep, dragging out every twitch of my pussy like he wanted to milk me dry. My whole body felt loose and shaky, like I’d been hit by a truck but in the best fucking way.“Jesus, she’s still squeezing me,” he muttered. His hands gripped my hips tighter, thumbs digging in hard enough I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow.Mike pulled his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop and I gasped for air, strings of spit connecting my lips to him. I could taste myself on him a little from where he’d been fingering me earlier. Gross and hot but I didn’t even care.Jax let go of my nipples and I whimpered at the sudden rush of blood back into them. They throbbed like hell. He leaned down close to my ear, breath hot against the side of my face. “You came without permission, Sammy. Bad fucking girl.”Before I could even try to say sorry, they flipped me again. This time I landed on my side, one leg hooked up hi

Chapter 1I'm not a church person. Never have been. I don't believe in priests. I don't believe in God, or the lie that any man alive can fix the mess James spent three years leaving behind. But Aunt Clara cried on the phone until I felt like a complete asshole, and Demi wouldn't stop calling my phone until my head ached, so here I am—standing in a lobby that smells like nothing but old wood and the heavy sweetness of melted wax. The receptionist gives me a soft, practiced smile that makes my teeth grind before she leads me down a narrow hallway. She knocks on a heavy door and disappears, leaving me standing there like an idiot.I'm already heading for the exit when he opens the door.The man who opens the door looks entirely wrong for the collar. He was nothing like what I expected. He is tall, his shoulders broad enough to pull the black fabric of his shirt tight, with dark hair, a sharp jaw, and eyes that seem to change from grey to green depending on how the afternoon shadow h

Chapter 2I spent the entire week haunted by the memory of his voice. I tried to lie to myself, claiming I was analyzing his advice or dissecting his words, but the truth was much worse...it was just the raw sound of it. The way it had settled into the quiet spaces of my apartment, making my skin feel entirely too tight. When Demi cornered me by the kitchen counter on Thursday night to ask how the first meeting went, I just stared at the floor and told her he was fine, a professional, but she didn't buy the flat delivery for a single second.This time, when the heavy door of the office closed behind me, he wasn't sitting at his desk. He was standing by the high window. The late afternoon had shifted into a dark gold, pouring through the glass and catching the edge of his shoulder. He turned at the sound of my steps, and for a fleeting second, an expression crossed his face that I forced myself to look away from. He looked like a man who had spent his entire week trapped in the e

Chapter 4 The heat of his hands burned right through my shirt, pinning me to the floor. I wasn't thinking about the hard ground or James anymore. The past didn't exist. There was only him, his chest heaving, his breath coming just as fast and hard as mine.All his talk about boundaries, all the strict rules we were supposed to follow, the line between us hadn't just gone blurry. It was entirely gone."Father."I meant it to be a wake up call, reminder to force him back into being a priest. Instead, it came out like a plea, dark and heavy, hanging in the tiny space between our lips.His jaw clenched, a sharp muscle twitching in his throat. For a second, I thought he was going to pull away, apologize, and slide back into his safe, professional chair. Instead, his hand shifted from my shoulder. His thumb traced a slow, heavy line up the side of my neck until it rested right beneath my chin, forcing me to keep looking at him."Don't call me that." His voice was lower than I'd ever hear

Chapter 6When his fingers finally reached my pussy, he rested them there, cupping me through my panties. The heat of his big hand made my clit throb.“Hmmm…” I moaned softly, pushing back against his touch. The pressure felt so good I could barely stay still. His hands withdrew, then one big palm came down on my ass with a sharp smack. The sound cracked through the quiet office, followed by a hot sting that spread across my skin.“Ah!” I yelped and moaned, my body jerking forward from the sudden burn.Before I could catch my breath, his other hand worked on my panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down slowly, one side first, then the other. The soft fabric dragged over my sensitive skin until they pooled at my ankles. I stepped out of them on shaky legs, the cool air now brushing directly against my wet fold.His hands moved up again. This time they slid under my blouse from behind, reaching around to grab my breasts through my bra. He squeezed them