All Chapters of DADDY'S BEST FRIENDS: Filthy Short Erotica Collections : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter OneThere are three things I hated in this world: going to the dentist, calling my mother, and watching Cole Sterling with another woman. Right now, as the heavy bass of a generic pop song vibrated through the sticky floorboards of The Rusty Anchor, I was stuck dealing with the absolute worst one.I leaned against the scratched mahogany bar, my fingers tightly wrapped around a plastic cup filled with a cheap vodka cranberry that tasted mostly like rubbing alcohol and artificial food coloring. The bar was suffocatingly crowded, packed to the brim with college students and locals shouting over the music, but my world had narrowed down to a single, agonizing point on the dance floor.Cole.He was wearing a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the dark, intricate geometric tattoos that wrapped around his thick forearms. He was broader than any guy in the room, standing a full head taller than the crowd, looking entirely too dangerous for a

Chapter 2I looked back toward the dance floor, but the space where Cole and Tiffany had been stood empty. A sudden, cold prickle of awareness washed over my skin."Speak of the devil," Alex muttered, straightening up and adjusting his posture as a massive shadow fell over our corner of the bar."Your Uber is outside, man," a deep, rough voice cut through the thumping noise of the music.It was Cole. His voice was low, and it hit my nerve endings like a direct electric current, sending a shiver straight down my spine. I instantly clamped down on my emotions, forcing my face into an expression of total, unbothered boredom before I turned around to face him.Cole was standing there alone now, having finally left Tiffany somewhere in the crowd. Up close, his presence was completely suffocating. He had a faint shadow of dark stubble along his sharp, aristocratic jawline, and his dark eyes were hooded, looking incredibly tired but intensely sharp as they swept over the two of us. He sme

Chapter 5By Saturday afternoon, the air inside our apartment felt too thick to breathe. Ever since I tripped and Cole caught me on Friday morning, everything had changed. We were both walking around like we were afraid to make a sound.I sat at the small dining table, staring at my laptop screen. I was supposed to be working on some store numbers for the boutique, but I couldn't focus at all. My eyes kept drifting toward the living room rug.Cole was sitting on the floor next to the coffee table. He was surrounded by massive sheets of building plans, a yellow notepad, and a bunch of pens. He worked as a designer for a big building company. He was a guy who liked rules, math, and straight lines. Everything in his life had to be perfect.Right now, he was wearing a simple grey t-shirt and jeans. He had black glasses on—the ones he only used when he was studying his work papers. He looked so focused. His jaw was tight as he used a metal ruler to draw a line on a huge piece of paper.I

Chapter 7Cole set me down on the big armchair like I weighed nothing. The soft cushion dipped under my weight. Before I could catch my breath he was already on his knees in front of me, hands spreading my thighs wide.He looked up at me once, dark eyes almost black, then yanked my shorts and underwear down in one rough pull. The cool air hit my soaked pussy and I shivered hard.“Fuck,” he breathed, staring straight at me. “Look at you. Dripping all over the chair already.”His big hands gripped the insides of my thighs, holding me open. He leaned in and dragged his tongue through my slit in one long, slow stroke, from bottom to top, ending with a firm lick over my clit.I cried out, hips jerking. “Cole...oh my god...”He didn’t give me time to recover. He sealed his mouth over me and ate me like a man who’d been starving for years. Broad, hungry strokes of his tongue, then tight circles around my clit, then sucking hard enough that my back arched off the chair. The wet, filthy sou

Chapter 9The forbidden thrill of it burned through me. I was on my hands and knees in Alex’s old bedroom, the taste of myself still on both our tongues, about to take his best friend’s cock in my mouth.I rose up between his thighs, kissed him once more, slow and open this time, then trailed my lips down his chest, over the hard planes of his stomach, and wrapped my hand around his cock.I licked a long, slow stripe from the base to the tip, tasting the precum already beading there. Then I opened my mouth and sank down.He was thick and heavy on my tongue. I took him as deep as I could, cheeks hollowing, then pulled back with a wet slide. Spit followed. I repeated it again, slower, savoring every inch. My tongue worked the underside. My hand stroked what I couldn’t fit, twisting gently on the upstroke. The wet, filthy sounds of my mouth on him filled the room that used to belong to my brother.Cole’s ha