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Blurb. Daddy’s Dirty Secrets is a collection of stories where temptation never knocks—it walks straight in. Every tale explores the thrill of forbidden attraction, dangerous choices, hidden affairs, and desires too powerful to ignore. Here, love isn’t always innocent, heroes aren’t always good, and the lines between right and wrong blur with every stolen moment. Whether it’s a ruthless billionaire guarding more than his fortune, a mafia king with a dangerous obsession, an alpha who refuses to let go, or strangers whose lives collide at exactly the wrong time, every story offers a new escape into a world where passion and consequences go hand in hand. No two stories are alike, but th

My thighs press together instinctively. “Ten,” he states. “Ten what?” I ask, batting my lashes up at him. “Strokes. You’ll take every single one tonight. And you’ll thank me for each of them.” My breath catches. I’m already soaked, the silk between my thighs growing slick. This is exactly what I wanted—the delicious push and pull, the unyielding control. I’ve played with softer Doms before, the kind who caved the moment I pouted. Damien won’t. I can already feel it in my bones.

I almost swiped my tongue over my screen because I'm such a fucking whore for a man. “Baby…” He moaned as he stroked further, my eyes locked on my screen for dear life as my fingers hovered around my aching, swollen clit. “Yes Daddy?” I batted my lashes at him. No matter how many times we fuck, I could never get tired. “Say my name. Moan my name.” “Daneee….” I moaned, because I really wanted to, because I touched my clit and a sensation hit me, as though he was the one touching it.

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”

He bent one of her legs up at the knee as he knelt behind her and pushed his cock into her, hitting her pussy in a whole new way. She looked back at him as he bent down to grab hold of one of her breasts. Her body was shaking again now, sliding onto the bed. This was good but she wanted more. She raised herself onto her hands and knees again and now Dan was fucking her from behind in much the same way as Mark had. He was going hard a fast now and she wondered how much longer he would last now. She didn’t think that she had ever seen him in such a frenzy. Their sex life had always been amazing but this seemed to

He whispers in my ear while his hand slides down my panties, "I will ask again, did you fantasize that I fucked you on this desk?" "Yes, Daddy, since we started dating, I often fantasize about it!" Damn, my mouth spills everything. "Very well then; I will gladly make your fantasy come true." "Wait, Daddy. I actually came here to tell you my wishes." "Later, sweetheart." Dominic starts to lap my pussy. Fuck... This is way too good to be true. Every single touch hits my nervous system. Dominic doesn't lock the door. I'm scared someone will find out, but I can't hide my moan either.

“Who is in control?” I gasp and moan at the fiery pleasure-pain as another orgasm rolls through my body. “You,” I say, not recognizing the sound of my own voice. “You’re in charge. Ohh…” “Daddy. Say, ‘you’re in charge, Daddy.’” My pussy clenches around his fingers at the taboo command. I’ve read my fair share of sexy books, and secretly love BDSM books. I may be a virgin but I’m far from naïve. One of my favorite independent authors writes books with daddy doms and I’ve always been intrigued. I often imagine myself in the heroine’s shoes… now is my chance to live out one of my most secret fantasies.

I’ve had the same guilty pleasure for almost three years now. His performer name is “Dominant Daddy Rex.” Early forties, tall, built like he spends half his life in the gym, salt-and-pepper hair always perfectly messy, deep voice that could melt steel. Every video is pure older-man fantasy: rough, possessive, filthy breeding talk that makes me come harder than anything else on the site. I’ve subscribed to his premium page since I turned eighteen, bought every PPV, left thirsty comments under a fake username he’s actually replied to a few times. Pathetic? Maybe. But nobody knows. It’s my secret escape.

Chapter 27 - Stella dreams of two cocks Stella's POV "Daddy, master, shoot your cum inside your dirty girl. I've been bad, fuck my ass and pussy till I can't think, punish me," I scream, as the two monsters plunge their rods in my pussy and ass simultaneously. No mercy. But that's how I like it. "I love it when you take me roughly like that. Make me forget my name, make me cum all my juices and squeeze your pleasure rods for you. I'm your cum dump, use me."

This man wasn't giving me chance to catch my breath, and I was feeling drowned by his powerful touches —he's amazing just like his son! "Yes, daddy!" I gasped sharply when he slash the kiss, and we both gazed at each other piercingly. Mr. Reagan's traveled to my thighs and he slipped into my pant, he flicked his fingers as he sorted for my pussy. Before I could say a word; he thrust his two strong fingers into my pussy. "Ow!" I moaned, my hands settling on his broad shoulders as he molested my pussy. Causing a series of emotions mixed with sensation to flush through my veins, the adrenaline was too much!