All Chapters of Dripping Wet for Only You, Daddy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Two Daughters, One Daddy (part 6)

Julian carried us up the stairs like we weighed nothing. One arm under my knees, the other under Colette’s ass. I could feel his cock getting hard again against my hip, the heat coming off him as he climbed. My cunt was still throbbing, cum and my own wetness running down my thighs and soaking into his trousers. I didn’t care. I wanted to leave a mess on him. I wanted him marked.He kicked the bedroom door open. It used to be Maman’s room, but he’d made it his, dark blue walls, heavy furniture. He threw us both onto the big bed. The duvet felt cool against my overheated skin. Colette and I landed in a tangle, her thigh pressed right against my cunt, my hand already on her tit. We looked up at him while he stood at the foot of the bed and started taking his clothes off.He didn’t rush. Unbuttoned his shirt slowly, showing the gray hair on his chest and the muscle that was still there under the softness. His hands were steady now. The guilt was gone. What was left looked darker. Hungrie

Last Updated : 2026-09-08

Filthy Little Secret (part 1)

I had been working for Desmond Vane for exactly thirteen days when I realized that watching him work made me feel things I had never signed up for.It was Monday afternoon, the kind of gray October day where the rain came down sideways and the city outside the penthouse windows looked blurry and wet. I sat at my desk near the eastern wall, my laptop open to a calendar full of meetings I still did not fully understand, my knees pressed together beneath a wool skirt that suddenly felt too thin for the cold air in the room.Desmond stood at the window, phone pressed to his ear, speaking in Russian or some other language that sounded like he was bargaining for someone's soul. He did this often, switching between languages like they were nothing, and I had learned to watch his shoulders and his jaw to know if the person on the other end was about to become rich or ruined.I typed notes without looking at the screen, my eyes on his reflection in the glass. He had removed his jacket an hour

Last Updated : 2026-09-08

Filthy Little Secret (part 2)

My hands were shaking at my sides. I should step back. I should leave and never come back."Yes," I breathed, the word escaping like a secret I hadn't meant to tell.Desmond smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. It was a predator's smile, all teeth and waiting, and he let his thumb fall from my lip, leaving me feeling empty and exposed."Good girl," he said, and the praise washed over me like warm water, making my knees weak. "That's very good. Now sit down, Laurel. We have work to do."I sat. My legs folded beneath me with a grace I didn't feel, and I stared up at him with what I knew was a dazed expression, my mind spinning from the sudden shift back to business.Desmond walked back to his desk, picked up a file, began reading like the last five minutes had never happened. "The Morrison acquisition," he said, his voice brisk and normal. "Draft a letter telling him I've decided to consider his proposal for the waterfront property. Use the standard language, but add something about person

Last Updated : 2026-09-08

Filthy Little Secret (part 3)

His fingers paused at the edge of my panties, and I felt every second stretch into an eternity. The rain outside had turned into a storm, droplets lashing against the glass behind me like they were trying to get in, and I could see our reflection in the dark window, him looming over me, his hand disappearing beneath my skirt, me with my head thrown back and my mouth open like I was drowning."Look at me," he said again, and his voice had dropped to something almost gentle, which was worse than the roughness because it made me feel seen in a way I had never been seen before.I forced my eyes open. His face was inches from mine, close enough that I could count his eyelashes, close enough that I could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes and the way his pupils had blown wide with want. He was beautiful in a way that hurt, sharp and cold and perfect, and he was looking at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered in this moment."Tell me to stop," he whispered, his finger

Last Updated : 2026-09-11

Filthy Little Secret (part 4)

Drake's hand swallowed mine whole, his palm rough and hot and twice the size of anything I'd ever touched. He didn't let go as we walked toward the elevator, his fingers threading through mine with a possession that made my already weak knees threaten to buckle completely. I could feel Desmond behind us, his presence like a wall of heat against my back, and the thought of being between them, sandwiched between all that muscle and power and intent, made my pussy clench around nothing, desperate to be filled again.The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and Drake pulled me inside first, his grip tightening just enough to remind me that I wasn't walking anywhere he didn't want me to go. Desmond followed, pressing close behind me until I could feel the hard line of his cock against my lower back, still straining against his trousers, still ready for me."Drake," Desmond said, his voice low and thick with something dangerous. "Hit the stop button."Drake's eyes met his in the reflect

Last Updated : 2026-09-11

Filthy Little Secret (part 5)

He pushed forward, and I felt the head of him against my lips, hot and heavy and leaking, and then he was sliding inside, stretching my mouth, filling it until my jaw ached. He was too big, too thick, but I wanted it, I wanted all of it, and I relaxed my throat and took him deeper, swallowing around him, my tongue flattening against the underside of his shaft."Holy fucking shit," Drake groaned, his hips stuttering, his grip in my hair becoming painful. "Holy fucking shit, her mouth is perfect. So hot and wet and tight. Fuck, Desmond, she's swallowing me. She's taking it like a good little cocksucker.""Of course she is," Desmond said, and I felt him position himself behind me, felt the head of his cock against my entrance, thick and demanding. "She's been waiting for this. Waiting for someone to treat her right. To fuck her like she deserves."He pushed in, and I screamed around Drake's cock, the sound muffled, vibrating against his flesh. Desmond was big, thick, stretching me open i

Last Updated : 2026-09-11

Filthy Little Secret (part 6)

Drake adjusted his grip on me, lifting me higher against his chest like I weighed nothing, and I could feel his heart hammering against my ribs, a steady thunder that matched my own. My legs dangled, my thighs sticky with Desmond's cum and my own wetness, my blouse hanging open, my bra snapped and useless. I should have felt exposed, vulnerable, ruined. Instead, I felt powerful. I felt like a goddess being carried to her altar."The penthouse," Desmond said, pressing the button to release the elevator stop, his voice still thick with satisfaction but already hungry again. "Now. Before I fuck her again in this hallway."Drake finally spoke, his voice rough as broken glass against silk. "She's shaking." He looked down at me, his slate-colored eyes traveling over my face, my swollen lips, the tears still drying on my cheeks. "You cold, baby?"I shook my head, my throat too raw to form words. I wasn't cold. I was burning. I was alive."She's not cold," Desmond said, stepping close enough

Last Updated : 2026-09-14

Filthy Little Secret (part 7)

I climbed onto the bed, my movements clumsy with desire, and lay back against the silk sheets, spreading my legs wide. I was exposed, completely, my pussy red and swollen and dripping with Desmond's earlier release, my thighs sticky, my body marked by their hands and mouths.They stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at me, and I saw the moment they decided, the moment they communicated without words what they were going to do to me."Flip her," Drake said, his voice low and dangerous. "I want that ass. I've been dreaming about that tight little ass since the day she started."Desmond smiled, a predator's smile. "And I'll take her pussy. We'll fill her up, Drake. We'll make her feel us in her throat."They moved like wolves, like hunters, and I gasped as Desmond grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my stomach, pulling me up onto my knees so my ass was in the air, my face pressed against the pillows. I felt Drake's hands on my cheeks, spreading me open, and I whimpered, suddenly ne

Last Updated : 2026-09-14

Filthy Little Secret (part 8)

The door handle turned, and time stopped. I was naked, stuffed full of two men's cum, my hair tangled, my lips swollen, the evidence of what we'd done written all over my body in bruises and bite marks and sticky wetness. Desmond's cock was still inside me, softening but there, claiming me even in his shock. Drake's weight pressed me down, his dick still buried in my ass, and none of us could move, frozen like animals caught in headlights."Desmond?" My stepfather's voice. Martin. On the other side of the door. "I got your message about the waterfront deal. You said to come by tonight. The door's locked—""One moment," Desmond called out, his voice smooth and controlled despite the fact that he was literally inside his business partner's stepdaughter. "I'm in a meeting. Give me five minutes."Footsteps retreated, and I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding, my whole body shaking with a mixture of terror and arousal so intense I thought I might pass out."He's here," I whispe

Last Updated : 2026-09-14

Black Daddies’ Private Collection (part 1)

Raven Ellis had performed in front of cameras since she was twenty. By twenty-four she had her own fan club, a growing list of industry awards, and a reputation for taking cock better than most girls in the business. What she did not have was an invitation to The Obsidian Room.The lounge sat on the top floor of a private high-rise with no public listing. Membership was by sponsorship only. Raven’s sponsor had been anonymous. The message had arrived through her agency: one night, exclusive clientele, extreme discretion, compensation large enough to make her manager stop mid-sentence. She had said yes before the email finished loading.She arrived in a short black dress and heels that clicked against marble. The host checked her name, took her phone, and led her through a set of smoked-glass doors into a space of low light, dark leather, and the quiet clink of crystal. Most of the men were older, well-dressed, and speaking in the low tones of people who never needed to raise their voic

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