The Longest Ride Novel

On our sixth wedding anniversary, I felt a seam split open in my skull. Not from pain, but from truth. “Ethan, that new assistant… how does she taste?” Marcus’s thought, slick as oil. Ethan's reply slithered through my veins: "Young. Tender. Like summer berries." His lips shaped a lie. His hand shielded me from the crowd, even as his fingers pressed a blood-red cocktail into my palm. "Don't let Lena find out,"he thought, the words clear as speech. "I’d in a big trouble." Laughter swirled. Champagne clinked.their mind. Nobody knew I could hear every thought ,the ability to read minds awakened in me last night. . Nobody knew I had already known about his betrayal long ago. There were no tears, no screams I just replied “yes” to Professor Johnson’s encrypted call-the path I should have chosen six years ago. In three days, I would vanish. Not running from him. Running back to who I was at twenty—the rising star of virus research.

I woke up at midnight to find my husband out of bed. I called his number, but there was no answer. I searched everywhere and realized he wasn't around. The young nanny had disappeared as well. I barely reached the garage when I heard muffled wanton noises inside. I stormed over, trying to catch the infidel pair in the act. When I opened the door, my husband was standing there with a surgical kit. He was about to head out in his car. He explained, "Honey, I need to catch a flight to Silverport. A patient there needs immediate surgery. You should go to bed without me." I sighed in relief, feeling ridiculous to have doubted him. Suddenly, a few comments rolled before my eyes. "That was so close! They almost got caught! Luckily, Ava had cleverly hidden in the trunk. That bitch will find nothing once Ethan drives away." "My heart is swelling just from watching them! A stoic, genius doctor and a cheery, adorable nanny are a perfect match! Tonya stands no chance against Ava!" I glanced at the shut trunk and slid into the driver's seat with a smile, offering, "Honey, why don't I give you a ride to the airport?"

An accident five years ago led to her becoming pregnant with his child, forcing her to drop out of school and leave her home. She has been wandering the city like a ghost with her daughter while working as a cab driver ever since.Five years later, nothing changed, but she was a completely different person. He got into her cab, yet he was just another stranger to her.Alone in the city, with her soulmate in the same car. ‘Will I finally meet you one day after traveling around the whole city?’

I had supported Lauren Geller through seven years of competitive cycling. After she defended her championship title, I handed her the divorce papers myself. Her shining career ended there and then. I had been able to carry her to the summit, and I could just as easily lift someone else in her place. It was not until I appeared before her with my girlfriend that she finally understood. It had never been Lauren who abandoned me; I was the one who chose to walk away.

TITLE: RIDE ME MORE, DADDY BLURB: 18+ | Filthy Forbidden Rides for the Terminally Depraved ‼️ Enter Only If You’re Ready to Sin ‼️ This collection drags you into dark, addictive fantasies where innocent young women discover the thrill of straddling power, control, and raw obsession. Every story drips with massive age gaps, possessive older men who demand total submission, and desperate girls who learn they were born to ride their Daddy until they break. Expect intense breeding obsession, creamy creampies that overflow, risky public rides, dominant dirty talk, and “good girls” turned into cock hungry riders who can’t stop bouncing on the one man they should fear. No slow vanilla bullshit just thick cocks, soaked thighs, and young fertile bodies claimed hard in every forbidden position. These are full filthy multi chapter rides: shy college girls learning to ride reverse cowgirl in luxury cars, curious step nieces sneaking onto Daddy’s lap during family trips, spoiled brats broken on ranch saddles, and innocent runaways turned into eager little riders in penthouse suites. They all end up addicted, begging “Ride me more, Daddy… fill me deeper” while their bellies swell with the consequences. Open only if you want to get wet, guilty, and completely ruined.

"Stop… please stop… There are too many of you. You'll break me." On the bus back to the village, three rugged men from my hometown spread my legs apart and tore a hole right through the middle of my stockings. Steve Axwell, who lived opposite, said lecherously. "Kendall, I've watched you grow up. Let me check if you've started growing hair down there yet." Under the gaze of those big, strong men, I felt a mix of ache and itch. I couldn't stop myself from getting wet. "You're this soaked, and you've never been with a man? Don't worry—today, we're going to satisfy you real good."