روايات وقصص ضمن One Direction Preferences Dirty

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

Get on your knees, remember you are on a tight collar, and beg for my piss. The taboo word sent a shiver through me, nasty and dirty in exactly the way I craved. This dom pulled something deeper out of me, proving again that he matched every one of my darker wants. I stroked myself slowly, building myself back up again. DomCraver: I’m kneeling now, Dom, with the collar in mind. Please, mark me with your piss.

“Sweet and filthy.” Her hands gripped the table edge. Her body shook. “I’m close—don’t stop—please, don’t” His fingers slid inside her, fast and deep, curling up to hit her spot with ruthless precision. The sloppy sound of her pussy sucking his fingers filled the kitchen. Muffled moans. Heavy breath. Wet, wet, wet. The stairs creaked upstairs. Sariah’s eyes widened. “Oh my God—stop—they’ll hear” “Let them,” Keon growled.

“Now, I believe you have a spanking to receive.” “Yes Daddy, I’ve been a real bad girl.” “Go to the sofa and bend over the arm of it. Thigh spread for Daddy.” Oh my God! I don’t argue or give him any sass. Now, I’m bent over the sofa. Just the thought of getting spanked has me wet already. I hear the metal from the buckle of his belt and him taking it off. He pulls my skirt up over my ass and murmurs. “Pink cotton panties, Daddy’s favorite.”

He pulls me to my feet, with his rock-hard member between us. "Are you ready to be fucked, Veronica?" Ezra asks, taking my mouth and pressing his cock against me. "YES!" I moan loudly. He spins me around so that he can have me from behind. I feel his fingers rubbing my soaked pussy and probing inside hard. I feel as though I’ll burst at the seams at any minute, and then his fingers are gone and back in my hair, this time at the base of my neck. SMACK! Ezra smacks me on the ass hard. "Do you like that, kitten?" Ezra asks me.

It was deep, possessive, tongue fucking my mouth, tasting of salt and sin and us. When he pulled back, his eyes were still dark, but the predatory edge had softened into something else. Something just as dangerous—obsession. “Cleanup in aisle five,” I mumbled, my voice hoarse from screaming, a weak attempt at humor through the haze. A genuine laugh, low and surprised, rumbled in his chest. “You’re unbelievable, TatiaDonovan. My perfect, filthy mess.” He took my hand, his fingers lacing with mine, sticky with our fluids.

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.