Daddy Dearest Book

“Fuck—say my name when I’m inside you,” Drake’s voice was a dark growl against my ear, his hand pinning mine above the headboard. “Drake… oh God, harder—” I cried, my body arching into his relentless thrusts. “Not just Drake. Say what I am to you.” “My ex’s father,” I gasped, shame and desire tangling on my tongue. “That’s right, sweetheart. And now you’re mine.” It was supposed to be a reckless mistake. A reckless sex with a stranger after catching my boyfriend screwing my best friend. But the stranger wasn’t a stranger at all. He was Drake Humphrey. My ex-boyfriend’s father. Older. Filthy rich. Ruthlessly dominant. The man I should have run from. Instead, I let him own me. In his penthouse, on his desk, in his car. I let him ruin me with every touch. But what started as lust has become obsession. Drake doesn’t just want my body. He wants my heart. He wants me under his name, his control, his power. And when our secret erupts, the world around us catches fire. My ex wants revenge. His mother wants blood. His father wants me. And I can’t decide if I’ve been destroyed… or if I’ve finally come alive.

The first time I attended my girlfriend Joyce's friend gathering, after a few rounds of drinks, her male best friend pulled her onto his lap. With a cigarette dangling between his fingers, he grinned. "Call me daddy!" Instead of getting offended, Joyce leaned into him, helpless but indulgent, and said, "Daddy." I froze, scowling, but she waved me off without a care. "It's just a joke! Lucius always never cared for the rules, and everyone knows we have a father-daughter vibe, okay? Don't get it all twisted, Henry! Aren't you a man?" Lucius became even more provocative, throwing a smoke ring at me. "Yo, son-in-law! Aren't you going to bow to me? Come on, kneel and offer me a drink, and your dad's got your back!" Everyone at the table burst into laughter as they waited to see me lose my temper and make a scene. I just smiled, meeting Joyce's impatient gaze with an excited expression. "That's great! I like the way you think, so why don't you call me daddy too?"

"Does my son fuck you this good? No? Then take this dick like the good girl you are." My father-in-law had me bent over the kitchen counter, hand clamped over my mouth to muffle my moans, while his son—my husband—called my name from upstairs... *** You think you know what you're getting into? You don't have a fucking clue. This isn't some tasteful romance where the camera pans away. This is the raw, uncut, NC-17 version of your filthiest 3 AM fantasies—the ones you'd never admit to anyone, not even yourself. We're talking Daddies who don't ask permission because you already gave it with those desperate eyes. Men old enough to be completely off-limits but experienced enough to make you forget your own name. They'll bend you over their desk, fuck you silent at family dinner, and make you call them Daddy while reminding you how young, and tight you are. Trigger warnings? Everything here is designed to trigger you. Age gaps that'll get you disowned. Rough hands leaving fingerprint bruises on your hips. Choking that blurs your vision while he calls you his perfect little slut. Public sex in places you'll never see the same way. Getting passed around because one man isn't enough. These men don't make love—they fuck, claim, own. They'll use every hole like it belongs to them because it does. Degrade and worship you in the same breath. Call you their dirty girl while balls deep making you scream. Now be a good girl, turn the fucking page, and let Daddy show you what you've been missing.

He stared down at me, his dark eyes burning with desire. His touch was electric, sending shivers through my body as his fingers teased me, leaving me breathless and aching for more. "You want this?" he murmured, his voice rough with need. I could barely think, barely speak—all I knew was that I needed him. "Yes..." I gasped, arching against him as his touch grew bolder, more demanding. Every stroke, every whispered word pushed me closer to the edge. I was lost in him, in the way he claimed me without hesitation. "Who are you?" he demanded, his grip tightening.” "I am your dirty little slut." I gasped... A month after her dad died, she moved to L.A.—to live with his best friend. A man rich enough to own the city, and powerful enough to stay untouchable. She thought it’d be awkward. Quiet. Maybe even safe. But then came the night. One mistake. One touch. And everything changed. Now they’re caught in something they can’t control. It’s wrong. It’s dangerous. And it feels way too good to stop. She knows this can’t last. He knows it too. But the more they try to stay away, the harder it gets to breathe without each other. And if anyone finds out— It won’t just break hearts. It’ll ruin lives. This story is rated 18+...

Pinagpalit si Lenie ng kanyang ex-boyfriend na si Dexter kaya naman humingi siya ng tulong sa kaibigang si Alice para lumipat ng trabaho at makapagsimula ulit ng bagong buhay. Pero, pati si Alice ay niloko rin siya dahil iniwan nito ang baby niya kay Lenie at umalis nang walang paalam. Para mabuhay niya si Javi ay nag-apply siya sa kumpanyang pinapasukan ni Alice noon. Nang matanggap naman ay di niya inakalang mamahalin siya ng kanyang boss na si Alexis Ramirez. Hindi nagtagal ay napamahal na rin siya rito. Kaya lang, may isang sikreto siyang hindi sinasabi kay Alexis. Bawal kasi ang empleyadong may anak sa kumpanya ni Alexis. Hindi alam ni Lenie kung paano ipapaliwanag sa kanyang boss ang kanyang sitwsyon. Habang iniisip kung paano ang kanyang magiging solusyon sa problema ay bigla namang bumalik ang kanyang dating kaibigan na si Alice para bawiin ang anak. Dahil ilang taon na rin niyang nakasama si Javi ay sobrang nahirapan siyang isauli ang bata sa tunay nitong ina. Para hindi malayo kay Javi ay humingi na ng tulong si Lenie kay Alexis. Ang hindi alam noong dalawa na sa simpleng pagtulong ni Alexis ay sobra palang dami ang mababago sa relasyon at buhay nila.

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Xoxo. Beg me to take you," he murmured. His voice was rough, reverberating through my bones. "Beg me to bend you over that couch and fuck you." The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Please." He paused. Then, to my everlasting dismay, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants and leaving a wet, cold trail behind. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, turning my knees to pudding. "No," he said. It took a second to register. "What?" I cried. "Why? You asked me to... why?" And he laughed. He laughed at me.

Story of Rose and Josheph steamy love story with taste of betrayal, Suspense and thrill. "I was waiting for this moment Princess" He whispered in my ear giving goosebumps. "D..daddy" I stuttered. "shhhhhh.. baby, you trust me right?" He asked. Mature Content This is a work of fiction. Any names or characters, businesses or places, events or incidents, are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental."

A long way from home and away from the men that broke his heart, Ashton has now slowly adjusted to his new life. He's gained some friends from his new school, and met Harry–a hot and handsome student that he doesn't want to be associated with because rumor has it that he is a gangster, but it looks like destiny loves playing tricks on Ashton because Harry asked him to pretend as his boyfriend. Ashton who's desperate to move on from his past decided to accept the proposal. There is one thing that troubling him though, Harry is always gentle with him and it gives him an odd feeling of discomfort since he's used to men treating him as their slave. The length that Ashton goes to feel the domination he now desire gets him into trouble that he could ever imagine and this time, he doesn't have the charismatic Mendez brothers to rescue him.

Andi Hamsa. Seorang pria tampan, mapan, dan single dengan kehidupan yang nyaris sempurna. Namun, semuanya berubah ketika seorang wanita bernama Nailah yang mengaku sebagai penjaga di salah satu panti asuhan, datang ke rumahnya membawa seorang gadis kecil. "Namanya Yaya, usianya baru tiga tahun dan ini putri Anda." Menikah saja belum dan bagaimana ceritanya bocah berusia tiga tahun ini menjadi putri Andi?

"I'm gay." My eyes grow so big as I stop breathing, but two seconds later I'm bursting with laughter. "Okay funny," I finally tone down my laugh as I bring myself to look at him again. But he is still staring at me like he had been when he told me that joke. "Wait," uhh, "Really?" He nods, "Really." "You like... guys?" "I fuck guys." Oh wow, you really can't have it all can you. When he checks all the boxes, suddenly there's this big box he doesn't. The most important box, the top on the list. "You're gay or bi?" Because there's a big difference between those two. "I'm gay." "You never fuck a woman?" "I've never fucked a woman." "Then why the hell would you want me to be your sugar baby? To watch you fuck another man's butthole?" He smirks despite my little mockery. "Oh now it's funny?" "It is," he is still smirking, "But no. It's the opposite of what I wanna do." I bring my arms across my chest as I reply in my all-business tone, "Enlighten me." *** 22 year old Estelle is one of the best sugar babies the agency has ever had. She has the whole package, no dick ever gone soft seeing how perfect she is, both her body and personality. But can she sway Owen into the heterosexual group? After being in that homo-pool all this while?