Squidward Begging Novels & Stories

Hot, explicit and completely unfiltered. It's got steamy scenes that will have you holding your breath. Dive into these standalone stories where insatiable women get wrecked by the cocks they've been craving. Clits sucked swollen, asses spanked red, tight holes stretched wide until they're begging for more. No vanilla bullshit just pure, pussy-clenching filth. Grab it, get wet, and fuck your way through the dirtiest fantasies you never admitted you needed. 🔞 18+ ONLY 🔞 This book is for mature readers. There's explicit language and mature themes throughout. Obsession, jealousy and morally grey characters🥵 💦 If you can’t handle heat… don’t open this. ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK 💋

This is a raw, hardcore LGBTQ+ erotica collection, packed full with relentless power play and savage BDSM scenes. There will be dirty, aching scenes, so explicit that they will leave your hot sex throbbing, begging and desperate for more. This collection of forbidden MxM stories delivers merciless dominance, dark intense obsession, brutal and intense BDSM. Not to forget the hardcore smut so wicked and explicit they will cause you to blush and beg all at the same time. Scenes which will push every single limit deep inside of you until the lines between pleasure and guilt blur into pure sin. Expect double the filth in this dark, taboo MxM tale with no limits, no mercy—just pure, sinful and chaotic indulgence. Prepare to ache, prepare to sin—because sin has never tasted this good.

On Halloween night, an accident struck the haunted house attraction. The children and I were trapped in a pitch-black room, while the staff outside spoke without the slightest urgency. “At this hour, the repair workers have already gone home. If you want them to come back, you’ll have to pay an extra thirty thousand in overtime. “If you’re unwilling, then stay inside for the night.” I begged them to call the repair worker first. We had been in the sealed space for too long, and one boy with heart issues was struggling to breathe. But the staff member only scoffed. “That’s got nothing to do with me. He’s not my kid. Either pay, or sit quietly.” Yet later, outside the emergency room, that same woman knelt on the floor in tears, begging the doctors to save her own child…

At the year-end company meeting, I was announcing the bonuses when a new employee suddenly raised her hand. "Over at the other company, they handed out two boxes of imported cherries at their annual party," she said, shaking her phone. "And we only get performance bonuses?" The video, maliciously edited, went viral online and hit the trending list the very next day. I had the finance department cancel all the year-end bonus transfers. "If cherries are what really count as a gesture of goodwill," I said, "then this year's year-end benefit will be cherries—fifty boxes per person." When they saw the mountain of cherries piling up before them, the employees who had once joined in mocking me panicked instantly. One by one, they cried and apologized, begging me to reconsider.

Rebecca Sally decided to move to the street at the age of sixteen, after being thrown around foster homes. She lived her daily life begging for arms and constantly hiding from the police, until the day she met Jake. A nineteen years old boy who didn't have any money to give her but was willing to share his dinner. They soon became friends, a friendship that would soon develop into something special. Rebecca soon discovers that she is the only successor to her father's throne far away in London, a position that comes with lots of responsibilities, one of which is that she must marry only an heir. Will their paths ever cross again and when it does, will their love be able to conquer all their obstacle, or will their new responsibility and status drive them further apart? Find out in the romance theme story Homeless Heiress”

Some wounds never heal. Some betrayals can't be forgiven. He chose her best friend. She lost everything. Now she's back—more powerful, more determined, and with an empire at her fingertips. — Elizabeth Stone had loved one man, Crimson Phoenix. But after six blissful years together, he walked out of her life. Within months, he was engaged to her best friend. Now, four years later, Elizabeth thought she had escaped the scandal that had made her the most hated woman in Flintstone City. However, she is back as the heiress to a vast chain of resorts and hotels. Her ex-husband returns, begging for her forgiveness. But can she truly forgive the man who was the reason she lost her baby?

The night before our Mating Ceremony, my fated mate, Alpha Ryker of the Howling Moon Pack, ordered me to give him the Moon Soul Crystal—the very thing that protected my pack, the Willow Creek Pack. He said he needed it to power up the Howling Moon Pack's Blood Moon Altar. He also promised he'd keep me and my people safe. But he didn't know that we, the healers of the Willow Creek Pack, can only create one Moon Soul Crystal in our entire lives. Making one takes a crazy amount of moon energy. It's the treasure that keeps our pack alive. My mother, worried about me using up my moon energy while I was pregnant, gave up her own Moon Soul Crystal instead. But just three months after Ryker and I were mated, she got sick, fast. She was dying. I knelt in front of Ryker, crying, begging him for the Silverleaf Herb from the Howling Moon's forbidden grounds. It was the only thing that could save my mom. But he just looked at me, his eyes full of disappointment, and kicked me away. "I asked for the Moon Soul Crystal to test you," he snarled. "And just as I thought, you married me for our pack's treasures! Your mother's not sick. You're making it all up!" "You don't deserve to be the Luna of the Howling Moon Pack!" It wasn't until after my mother died, when he was arguing with me, trying to kick me out of the pack, that my mother's things fell and scattered everywhere. Her Soul Stone, the symbol of a wolf's spirit, shattered. That's when he finally realized he was wrong. He fell to his knees, begging me not to leave, crying for me to forgive him.

Indulge in a thrilling tale of deception, redemption, and unexpected passion in "Letters to a Dangerous Billionaire." Leilani, a young woman shackled by neglect and despair, takes a daring leap towards freedom by pouring her frustrations into a final farewell. Little did she know that her letter would reach the hands of a mysterious stranger—an anonymous figure who would ignite a fire in her soul. With each exchange, their connection deepens, and against all odds, they decide to meet. But the shocking truth that awaits Leilani shatters her heart into shards of betrayal. Unveiling the dangerous billionaire criminal behind the letters, she realizes her life will never be the same again. Prepare for a rollercoaster of emotions as one woman's destiny intertwines with a ruthless delinquent billionaire, setting off a chain of events that will leave you breathless and begging for more.

After my secret crush was discovered, my adoptive uncle Kieran, who always loved me, completely became a different person. He no longer smiled at me, and he began to stay far away from me. I tried everything, even stripped naked and stood before him begging him to mark me. All I got in return was his words of rejection: disgusting. Three months later, he even brought my best friend Scarlett home and claimed her as his fiancée. Looking at the deep wariness in his eyes toward me, I suddenly smiled with relief. I agreed to my Alpha grandfather's tentative proposal for an arranged mating. But when I finally gave up him and mated to another Alpha, why did he beg me to come back?

“Last chance to say no or else you’re going to take every inch of my dick and fuck you until your cunt is so swollen and sensitive for the rest of the week ,” He said, voice dark and frayed. I stared at his dick and really failed to say no. He was so thick,  so veiny and his pink head was glistening with a thick bead of pre-cum. This was forbidden , he was step brother but I couldn't say no. Instead I spread my legs wider, letting him see everything. My cunt was a mess. Soaked and embarrassingly drenched. The lips were swollen and parted on their own, flushed dark pink and the entrance itself was fluttering helplessly, clenching around nothing, begging to be filled, to be stretched around that monstrous thickness until I couldn’t think straight.