Tits-Out Teenage Terror Totty

spread those legs for daddy I was supposed to call him Daddy out of respect. Now I scream it while he uses me like his personal fuck toy. After my mother’s sudden death, my wealthy, devastatingly handsome stepfather Alexander Voss took me in. What began as care quickly turned filthy the night he caught me with a toy and claimed every hole as his own. “You’re Daddy’s sex toy now, babygirl,” he growled, choking me as he fucked me raw. “Every hole belongs to me.” Twice my age and dangerously possessive, he keeps me collared, trains me with vibrating plugs in public, and fucks me on his desk during business calls. I know it’s wrong. I know I should run. But his degradation, praise, and cum have become my addiction. Now on his private island, Alexander gives me one final ultimatum: fully submit, spread my legs, and carry Daddy’s baby… or face the consequences. Will I become his forever breeding toy? Warning: Extremely explicit. Heavy daddy kink, age gap, taboo, breeding, degradation & free-use. 18+ only.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. ----------------------- "Now, let's discuss your shorts." A big hand slips under the blanket and glides down my knees to my innermost thighs, a finger finding my pussy, and sinking in. "You are a naughty, naughty girl. Did you wear this to torture me? Answer me." "Yes," I manage after two gulped breaths. "I wore it for you." With no panties. Everything bare. "You want me that bad, Theresa? You want me worked up, right? Feral, agitated, hopelessly turned on, huh?" My lips part as he shifts the stethoscope, listening to my heart pound as I answer. "Y-yes." "Say it. I want to hear every word." "I wore shorts to turn you on, Dr Storm. Every time." Excitement flourishes in my stomach, and I ride it like a tidal wave. "I wore it so you could..." He waits, bristling with impatience as I trail off. A muscle leaps in his jaw, and his whole sculpted body is tense beneath me. "So I could what, Theresa? So I could what?" The silence is so loud, the tension so thick, his eyes so intense, so needy to hear the words, I feel my toes curl. "So, you could put your hand up there, Dr Storm. So, you could touch me."

“Kneel, Little thing,” he orders, his breath running down my neck. I find myself kneeling. It’s not like I have a choice. He’s going to hurt me if I don’t. And I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’ll enjoy every bit of it. My core throbs, and my mouth water hungrily as he frees his cock from his briefs. “You want it, don’t you?” He fists himself and my eyes follow the movement. I can feel the wetness dripping down my legs despite my position. The room is dark, and there’s no means of escape for me. Not that I want to. “Yes,” I whisper, my face coloring in shame. “Louder, Little thing. Don’t you hate me? Don’t you want to kill me—the man who killed your only brother?” He taunts. I don’t reply. The next moment, he grips my hair hard, and I gasp. “I want to.” I force myself to say. His face lifts up in a mocking smirk. “Good girl. Now, suck my cock like my pretty little toy.” He demands, slamming himself into my mouth and stealing my breath with one hard thrust. * Her life faces a brutal turn when a cruel Mafia Don breaks into her home, demanding the stash of diamonds that her brother supposedly stole. She tries to pick herself up and avenge her brother’s death, but falls instead into the trap Don Luca set for her. What is meant to be vengeance changes into something irresistible. Something dangerous. Something that might kill her if she gives in…

She only came for one day. Leah Heather, 21, put on her mother’s maid uniform and stepped into the Kane mansion to keep the job alive. She never expected the 45-year-old Alpha who owned it to freeze the second her scent hit the air. Dominic Kane had spent fifteen years suppressing every instinct. One breath of her and the control shattered. Her rare condition activated on contact- milk leaking through her uniform, slick soaking her thighs and the exact chemical that turns a powerful Alpha feral. He didn’t ask her to stay. He locked the gates. Put a collar on her throat. And growled the only rule that mattered: “You’re not leaving this house, little one. Daddy’s finally found what he’s been craving… and he’s never giving it back.” One day. One scent. One Insane Alpha who will burn the world before he lets her walk away.

Good….. I want to see you play with yourself and unless you have my permission, you can't fucking cum" "Yes, Daddy" I thought I had a problem being aroused. My ex boyfriend broke up with me for being insensitive to his touches and I thought I really had a problem with myself until I met him, Mark Arthur, my late father's best friend. He could make me wet just by staring at me and his slightest touches could make the 'insensitive' me shudder and cum. Yet, he wanted boundaries, he wanted to be a father figure to me but I didn't want him as a father. I wanted him. I wanted him to be my daddy. I wanted to be his little submissive slut and I was going to break his boundaries until I became Daddy's Little plaything.

Warning!!! ⚠️🔞🔞 This book contains explicit content and themes that may be unsettling to some readers, proceed at your own risk!... Barbara Adams was supposed to become collateral... A broken girl traded to a Gangster in exchange for her stepfather’s gambling debts. But on the night before her wedding, Barbara sneaks out, desperate to lose her virginity on her own terms before being handed over to a stranger, she sneaks into the most dangerous nightclub in the city and finds herself inside the infamous 'Pleasure Den', where elite wealthy men buy fantasies and girls wear jeweled collars around their throats and there she meets him... Ronan Velasquez. A ruthless devil with cold eyes and blood on his hands, the most feared Mafia king in the city. Their encounter is explosive, reckless and unforgettable but when Ronan discovers Barbara is a virgin and the same girl haunting him from his past, he throws her out in horror... The next morning Barbara is dragged to the altar anyway until the church doors burst open. “I object!” Ronan claims her as payment for her fiancé's debts and drags her back into his world of violence, obsession, and bloodshed. He puts a collar on her neck and calls her His Little Barbie Doll. Now Barbara has been claimed by the Devil himself and is thrown directly into Ronan's chaotic war... The Vega cartel wants Barbara back... The Voss cartel wants Ronan dead. And Love may be the deadliest weakness of all...