บททั้งหมดของ Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Chapter 2: Locked on His Knot I don’t know how long we stayed locked together over the kitchen table. Kael’s knot was huge inside me, stretching my pussy wide and pulsing with every slow throb of his cock. Every time it twitched, another thick spurt of his cum flooded deeper into my womb. I could feel it — hot, heavy, claiming. My belly already felt slightly swollen from how much he had pumped into me. He stayed draped over my back, one arm wrapped around my waist, the other braced on the table. His breathing was rough against my neck. Every few minutes he would grind his hips in slow circles, rubbing that swollen knot against my g-spot and making me whimper. “You’re taking it so well,” he murmured, voice low and rough with satisfaction. “My perfect little mate. Your body knows exactly what it needs. It’s drinking down every drop like it’s starving for it.” I moaned softly, pushing back against him as much as the knot would allow. “It feels so full,” I whispered. “I can feel it

Chapter 4: Carrying the Alpha’s Heir Three weeks later, I knew before the test even confirmed it. My body had changed in ways I couldn’t explain to a human doctor. My breasts were heavier, more sensitive. The scent of Kael on my skin made me wet the second he walked into a room. And deep in my belly, I could feel something new — a warm, steady pulse that wasn’t just my own heartbeat anymore. I was pregnant. Carrying the Alpha’s pup. Kael had known before I did. He told me he could smell the shift in my scent the morning after the pack claiming. He had been extra possessive ever since — keeping me close, growling at any wolf who got too near, and knotting me every single night until I passed out with his cum still leaking out of me. Tonight, the full moon was rising again. I stood in the middle of our new cabin — the one Kael had built deeper in the woods just for us — completely naked. My hands rested on my still-flat stomach as I looked out the window at the rising moon. The

Craving My Best Friend’s Forbidden Daddy The heavy bass from the club speakers pulsed through the crowded dance floor like a second heartbeat, but all I could feel was the heat of his stare burning into me from across the VIP section. Elena’s dad. Mr. fucking Voss. The man I’d secretly touched myself thinking about for the last two years while pretending to be the perfect best friend to his daughter. Tonight, Elena had dragged me here for her birthday, her tight red dress already riding up as she grinded against some random guy. I laughed along, sipping my vodka cranberry, but my eyes kept sliding back to him. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Parents didn’t crash their kids’ club nights. Yet there he was, leaning against the velvet rope in a black button-down that stretched across his broad chest, sleeves rolled up to reveal those thick, veined forearms. Salt-and-pepper hair, sharp jaw, and eyes so dark they looked black under the flashing lights. Forty-five years old and built like h

Craving My Best Friend’s Forbidden Daddy Chapter 3 I stayed on my knees on the thick carpet of his office, staring up at Damian Voss with my lips already parted and wet. His thick cock hung heavy in front of my face, veins pulsing along the shaft, the swollen head glistening with precum. It looked even bigger up close, intimidating and delicious. My pussy was still fluttering from the orgasm he had forced out of me with his tongue, but I needed more. I needed him. He gripped the base of his cock and tapped it against my cheek, then my lips. “Open wider, Mia. Show Daddy how much you want this.” I obeyed instantly, sticking my tongue out and licking the underside from balls to tip in one long, slow stroke. He tasted salty and masculine, addictive. A deep groan rumbled from his chest as I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked him in, hollowing my cheeks. He was so thick my jaw stretched wide, but I pushed forward, taking more of him until he hit the back of my throat. “Fuck yes

Chapter 1I stood outside the penthouse door at exactly midnight, the black envelope still clutched in my fist. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. The hallway was silent except for the soft hum of the building’s expensive air conditioning. I had thirty seconds left before I lost my nerve completely.The note inside the envelope had been simple. No name. No explanation. Just an address, a time, and one sentence: Come alone. Wear something you can take off quickly.I had almost thrown it away. Almost. Then I looked at the stack of final notices on my kitchen counter and the text from the hospital about my mother’s next round of treatment that insurance wouldn’t cover. Desperation has a way of making impossible choices feel simple.I knocked.The door opened before my hand dropped. He filled the doorway like he had been waiting right there. Tall. Broad shoulders in a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up. Dark hair. Eyes the color of expensive whiskey and just