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Sixty-nine ways to make you sin. Sixty-nine positions to leave you soaked, dripping, trembling, begging for more until your bellies are bloated with hot loads of cum. These daddies do not hand you candies. They want your mouth wrapped around their dirty, hungry cocks. This is not romance. This is not gentle bedtime stories. This is pure, filthy desire, grown men with hungry mouths, ruthless hands, and cocks that know exactly how to make you cum undone. Neighbors with dark smiles. Daddies who do not ask, only take. Stepbrothers who turn one look into a night you will never forget. From late-night encounters that start with a knock and end with your legs shaking, to a therapist giving you private sessions that blur the line between control and surrender, every story drags you deeper. Tongues that do not stop. Fingers that find every weak spot. Bodies locked together in positions designed to break you open and keep you wet. These innocent virgins are adults with secrets they are ready to unleash, craving dominance, chasing the edge, surrendering to pleasure that leaves them gasping. And wet. And dripping for these daddies. Each story pushes them into new positions, new sins, and orgasms they cannot take back. No rules. No apologies. Just sweat-slick skin, whispered commands, and climaxes that hit hard and do not let go. If you want sweet, close the book. If you want dirty, and your sheets soaked; if you need your pussy throbbing, your thighs slick, and your thoughts twisted, step into this wet dream. This is your dirty fix to get your lips swollen, panties ruined, your new wet obsession. Note: A few stories contain incest. Welcome to 69 Positions: Make Me Cum Daddy.

On our tenth anniversary, Evan Rodger and I decided to tattoo each other's names on our chests. After the tattoo session, I woke up with my head still feeling groggy. To my dismay, I found the words "Old Crone" tattooed in a bold font across my chest. Upon noticing the way my expression dropped, Isabel Hawthorn, who was the tattooist, snickered, "You’ve been dating Evan for a decade, but he still hasn’t registered your marriage together. What does that make you if not an old crone?" I smashed the mirror on the spot, which spewed broken shards in her direction. Evan practically threw himself in her direction and pulled her into his arms to protect her. He snapped at me with a ferocious scowl, "She’s just a young, naive girl who was trying to make a joke. Why are you picking on her?" I stared intently at the parted collar of his shirt. What was supposed to be my name tattooed on his chest had been replaced with "Isabel Hawthorn, My Only Love". Isabel wrapped her arms around Evan. She expertly played the victim and appealed dearly to him, "Evan said he liked my name last time, so I was only trying to make a joke. You wouldn’t be upset at me, would you, Claire?"

On Children's Day, the most popular social media post is about me. The caption is: "Mr. Shane Norton spends his birthday with his son David Norton and his first love, Ruth Feynman. Has he finally decided to divorce Ayla Sanderson?" I quietly press the "like" button. When my phone rings, I'm in the midst of taking down the balloons I put up for our wedding anniversary. "Honey." My husband sounds anxious as he tries to explain himself. "David suddenly insisted that we go to a theme park, so I—" In the background, I hear David laughing. "Dad, Ruthie says that I can sleep with her tonight!" I look at the mess in the house. The balloons are drooping, and the cream on the cake is congealed. "You don't have to explain," I hear myself say. "I understand." It's just that this time, I don't want you or David any longer, Shane.

Ava St. James has walked down the aisle four times—and buried every “forever” along the way. At seventy, she’s traded vows for vintage champagne and decided love looks best from a distance. Then along comes Marcus du Prée—handsome, grounded, and far too young to be interested. A gardener, he says. Except the roses he tends belong to his estate, and the dirt under his nails hides a fortune he’d rather forget. When Ava’s flamboyant New Orleans clan crashes into Marcus’s refined Pasadena world, sparks fly, secrets bloom, and one improbable romance dares to take root. For the Fifth Vow is a sparkling romantic comedy about late love, Southern pride, and the kind of courage it takes to say “I do” when everyone else says you shouldn’t. Witty, wise, and full of heart, it reminds us that some vows aren’t meant to end—they’re just waiting for the right season to begin.

Summary Charlotte Green already knew what it was like to replace her sister; her relationship with her, which lasted more than ten years, was a perfect example. Unable to have Cecilia, her twin, he opted for the next best thing. After years of leading her on, he dumped her on their anniversary, confessing that he could never forget Cecilia. Her parents were now wondering how to do it again, except that she would have to marry this man. Hayden Maxwell, a man said to have the Midas gift. He built himself from nothing by making calculated and often lucrative choices for his business, which generated profits and made him a billionaire by his thirties. He was also Cecilia's one-night stand, who became engaged, at least before he lost his sight in a terrible accident. Cecilia no longer wanted to go ahead with the marriage, all eyes in the Green family were on Charlotte, disabled or not, Hayden Maxwell was still one of the most powerful men in town, they couldn't call off the wedding a week later, so there was only one option left.

Rita got the opportunity to study in Picaremore University and find herself entagled with the movers and shakers of that society. As she journeyed through the series of event in a bid to find her identity and love, she became a prey for the wounded mafia lord and as she strives to get her freedom, things became more complicated as a steamy romance ensued.

Ivy was auctioned into marriage by her greedy uncle to arrogant billionaire Cyrus Wray as settlement for a debt. Cyrus treated the marriage as a joke — a signature on paper, nothing more. When Ivy discovered she was pregnant, Cyrus laughed. "Prove it's mine." She walked out that same night and never looked back. Five years later, Cyrus is dying. His kidneys are failing and no donor match exists anywhere. His doctors deliver one final truth — only a direct blood relative can save him. A mutual person betrays Ivy's location for money and Cyrus arrives at her small town door — pale, weakened and humbled. But what destroys him isn't seeing Ivy. It's the five year old boy standing behind her — wearing his exact face and his exact eyes. Ivy smiles slowly. "You wanted proof. Here he is. Now beg."

This isn't a fairytale. Mirror Mirror on the wall. A fairytale that became her fall. “Over my dead body will I let a man whore father my child. You're in every way incapable, irresponsible and definitely incompetent of becoming a father.” She said with a smile. "Stop acting like a saint, you're not one. You're only pregnant because you're a slut yourself, so what exactly is the difference between you and me?” She stepped up to him with a mocking smile. “Maybe, I'll show him pictures.” Anger flared up inside him. Who the fuck does she think she is? “Show him pictures!?" His fingers grabbed her throat. His eyes held hers. She didn't flinch, instead, a small smile played on her lips. Crazy ass bitch. He isn't used to being challenged. “I don't need to beg you for anything.” He growled. "You have no other option.” She scoffed. "I have a lot of options, Kim.” He continued. "I can take him away from you after birth,” “I want to see you try.” The smile on his face told her otherwise. “What will you do? Take me to court? Fight for custody?” He chuckled. “I can bribe the whole fucking court.” Her heart skipped a beat. No. "You don't get to decide.” He lit a cigarette. "Everything will go my way.” "It'll not!” “Maybe I'll show him your pictures. Or let you visit him once a week, who knows?" He shrugged. “This is my child!" She screamed, tears welled up in her eyes. “So it's either you do as I say, or I'll do as I please." “What do you want?" Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. “Where I come, illegitimate children aren't accepted in the family." “I'm not marrying you!" “I'll never marry you!" She screamed. "You have no choice..”

She died betrayed. Woke up claimed. Taylor Carson never thought in a second that a few minutes after handing divorce papers, the next minute, she was entangled by three Alphas. The Wolfric Pack calls her their Luna. But she knows one truth. That could ruin her life. Everyone watches her; she isn't the bride. But a soul that could change everything. She was brought here for something darker. Taylor was left to choose between being someone's pawn or following her feelings in the dark game.

Ayase Nakamura, a dreamy and aspirant girl, has her heart shattered when she catches her boyfriend with her sister and learns the reality of her life. Devastated, she leaves everything and goes after her dream of being a photographer. She then meets Sebastian Nascimento who offers her to be his girlfriend. This is the tale of Ayase, Sebastian, and Ayato on their path to happiness.