Glenn Close Dungeons And Daddies

"Fuck, I am going to cum inside your tight pussy, Daisy" "I am close too. Want me to cum on your pretty face?" "Yes. Yes, daddies." * The Drakton brothers have never agreed on anything in years. Two rivals, deep hatred. They are hellbent on never agreeing on anything and sharing a woman? It was the last thing any of the brothers would have ever imagined. The last thing until I came through. I wanted them both. They both wanted me. None wanted to give me up and I didn't want to give any up. And for the first time since I knew my father's two friends, they both agreed on one thing. To fuck me. To share me. And I wanted it more than anything. It was wrong. Desiring, wanting or lusting after one of them was wrong but wanting both? Nothing could be more wrong, more forbidden and yet nothing could feel more right and hotter.

"Choke on my dick, baby girl," Daddy growled, fisting my hair as he shoved his cock down my throat. "This what you wanted?" he growled. "Your uncle's cock inside you? Fucking you while your parents sleep upstairs?" • She’s young, dripping wet, and utterly fucked the moment they lay eyes on her. In YOURS, DADDIES, one insatiable woman gets claimed hard and without mercy by older, dominant men who know exactly how to break her open and make her beg. These aren’t gentle lovers—they’re rough, experienced daddies who growl “Mine” while pinning her down, stretching her tight holes with thick cocks, and filling her until she’s leaking their cum and screaming their names. From the ruthless CEO who bends her over his desk, spanking her ass red before fucking her throat raw and calling her his perfect little slut… to the tattooed brothers who take turns pounding her in every position, double-penetrating her until she’s a trembling, cum-drenched mess, sobbing “Yes, Daddy, harder.” Every story is packed with filthy daddy kink: choking grips on her throat, praise mixed with degradation (“Such a good girl taking two cocks like a whore”), rough breeding fantasies, light bondage, and group scenes where multiple alphas use her body like their personal toy—edging her, denying her orgasms, then ruining her with explosive releases. No vanilla bullshit here. Just raw, sweat-soaked, pussy-pounding obsession. She gets marked, owned, and ruined in the dirtiest ways possible—left gaping, bruised, and addicted to being their fucktoy. If you can’t handle getting soaked just reading the warnings… walk away now. But if you crave being utterly destroyed by possessive daddies who won’t stop until you’re theirs forever—open wide, baby girl. They’re coming for every hole.

Damian’s c^ck slammed deeper into my throat while Zavian thrust his fingers harder into my dripping cunt, forcing me to take every inch like the bad girl I was becoming. My toes curled, body thrashing, while I cursed myself for loving it…Yet, I am still taking them both like the bad girl they have made me. * It should have ended the night I met Damian. But he walked back into my life as my stepbrother… this time, he didn’t come alone. He brought his most hated brother. My mother has just married her high school lover after thirty years apart. I shouldn’t be with her, but it was the only way to bring my dreams to life. Damian and Zavian were two worlds apart—one cold, hot, and brooding; the other sweet enough to melt any heart with just words. Amidst all of this, we were supposed to be nothing more than siblings. But the Delgado brothers were dangerous, and everything I couldn’t resist. They fought and competed for everything—and my poor, broken self was no exception. For the first time in their lives, they finally agreed on something and it was to share and unravel me while fighting to win my heart. I shouldn't want one, let alone the two…But why choose… when I could have both Delgado brothers? * High sexual content. Rated 18+. If you live for smut…. then you have found a home.

"Little mouse thought she could run from us, but look at her now—spread open, begging, taking every inch like she was made for it." My toes curled as Caspian's deep octave sent shockwaves through my body, pussy dripping with every brutal thrust he made deeper into my cunt. My back arched off the bed, and my lips parted… body trembling as every stroke pushed me closer to shattering completely. Zavian's hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to steal my breath. "Tell him how good it feels, pet. Tell him who owns this body now." *** I didn't mean to surrender to them, but I did. And one night of reckless abandon,born from heartbreak and humiliation, suddenly became my new addiction. It should have been nothing but a drunken mistake… but what happens when your biggest mistake refuses to let you go? When the men who once made you cry now make you scream their names in every hidden corner of the city… right under your ex-fiancé's nose? I should not crave them. I should not melt when Zavian's fingers dig into my hips while Caspian's mouth does sinful things between my thighs. I should not ache for the way they unravel me completely, turning me into a desperate, trembling mess who can't remember why she ever tried to resist… but I do. And they've made damn sure I understand that my body doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to them.

⚠️Book Contains Explicit Content🔞 Gage didn’t make a habit of denying himself anything. If he wanted something… anything, he’d claw his way to get it, consequences be damned. But her? Thea? She was the only goddamn exception. Off-limits. Untouchable. A tempting little toy he had no right to shatter, yet that only made him itch to wrap his hands around her and play until she begged. For months, he’d fought the urge, keeping his distance but fate, the-smug-bastard, threw her to him and he, being the despicable-asshole he was, couldn’t say no. She’d walked into his life on his son’s arm, but that wasn’t an issue. Because he’d take her anyway. Steal her. Ruin her for anyone else. And keep her pinned beneath him for as long as it took to satisfy the hunger that’d been gnawing at him for months.  THEA ~ I kept hoping my boyfriend would look at me. Just once. Just enough to feel like I still mattered. But he never did. So I went looking for attention elsewhere… and somehow, “elsewhere” turned out to be his father. Gage. The man I should’ve stayed the hell away from. Gage wasn’t gentle, and he sure wasn’t safe, but he saw me and looked at me the way his son never did. And the moment I stepped toward him instead of away, I knew I’d crossed a line I couldn’t come back from. It was wrong. Forbidden. A disaster begging to happen. And yet… standing there in front of him, lonely and stupidly hopeful, I lean into the warmth he gave so easily, the attention he offered like it cost him nothing. I should’ve walked away. But I didn’t. And neither did he.

I was just a married woman trying to survive my husband’s debts. But when I took the job as a maid for three powerful, controlling, dominant men. I walked into something far darker than dusty shelves and dishes in the sink. They don’t just want their floors spotless. No, they want me bound and bent over on their bed. They say I’m too pretty to be stuck with a loser and too sweet for plain sex and too soft to resist them. And they’ll stop at nothing until they ruin my marriage, break me open and make me theirs. Even if it means dragging me into a world where dominance is law, and obedience is survival.

Gene and Trini's 24 years of friendship started when they were just 5 years old... They treat each other so special that people around them thought they were lovers. As a result, no other men approached Trini and asked her out. She never had a boyfriend. Trini got so frustrated that when she turned 29, she persuaded Gene to just give her a child. His own flesh and blood. She wanted him to father her child, and she was serious about it. Ang tanong... papayag ba si Gene na maging sperm donor?

“If I had to choose again, I’d still choose our story. I would still choose you.” These were one of lines he read as his tears came out without warning. As he traveled in the Philippines, he found himself on a tropical island in the province of Palawan, where a certain incident led him to a woman who has something from her past that connects them. Looks, money, fame? He thought he had it all. Until one day, he found himself right outside her house. Jace Park, one of the famous Kpop idols, is ready to risk everything just to win her woman back.

“Hold her mouth open, she’s too polite to ask for it.” A firm hand grips my jaw, keeping it wide, as another man groans above me, thick and pulsing, his cock sliding against my tongue with punishing rhythm. She was supposed to be a transaction. One night. A girl forced to sell herself for money, and three men who could offer more than she’d ever dreamed, for a price. But Harper isn’t like the others. When she steps into that hotel suite, fragile and brave all at once, she isn’t just agreeing to pleasure. She’s agreeing to surrender. And something about her, about the way she flinches, the way she obeys, the way she doesn’t ask for more, makes them all pause. They own a club built on power, discipline, and unshakable rules. But she doesn’t know any of that yet. All she knows is what it feels like to be touched like she matters, just once. When they ask if she wants more, she says the wrong thing. “I’d have to ask Mark.” What should’ve been a second arrangement turns into a revelation. Because they know what Mark is. And now they know what he’s been doing to her. Two days later, they offer her another night. Same price. Only this time… they don’t plan on letting her go back. “Good girls take it. All of it. Even when it hurts.” I scream into the pillow as one thrusts deeper, harder, while the other presses his weight against my back, whispering filth into my ear and slapping my thigh until I shake.

"You slept here?" George asked. "Yes, I…um,” Irene gulped, licking her lips and making a quick calculation in her mind on what to say, “I um…I was feeling hot when reading, so I decided to take a shower and might have fallen asleep after it. You just woke me up, have-have you been standing here? Um what's up, are you ready for work?” She asked while getting up to put on her nightwear. George watched her then sighed, “Irene, can I ask you something?” His eyes was burning red, and he was bitterly angry which was showing on his face “Why did you do this to me, what have I done to deserve the betrayal from you, What haven’t I done for you, what else do you need from a man i’ve not given to, why didn’t you tell me you want to be a model, why do you chose to let me know this way, do you want a divorce?” Irene and George had met in school and fallen in love, then their relationship had led into a beautiful marriage where she had been most happy until she had miscarried two pregnancies. Down and broken, George had decided to make her better by hiring a cook who would bring all her online delicacies to their dining table for her. But who would have expected that her one night of mistake would not only change her but would fill her beautiful marriage with lies? How is she to avoid her sins despite knowing it was wrong and still craving for it? How would she face her darling husband and tell him her darkest secret? But even though the sin was addictive, she had no idea what other secrets lies between, waiting to shatter her heart.