Tas Make Up Kecil

“You’ve been imagining me doing this to you, huh, toy? Making you scream and cum?” he taunted, his fingers fucking me harder, his grip unrelenting. They shouldn’t want it. They shouldn’t do it. But they always do. This collection dives deep into the dirtiest corners of desire, obsession, control, and the thrill of being caught. Every story pushes boundaries, blurring lines between danger and ecstasy, pain and pleasure, power and surrender. The women in this book want to be fucked in every hole to cum relentlessly and fucked till they have cum dripping down their legs. Make Me Wet is dark, explicit, and unapologetically filthy, a forbidden fantasy you’ll wish was real. So sit back, relax and of course get wet!

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.

My husband, a regiment commander, once promised me he'd only accompany his depressed first love ninety-nine times. But when I finally reached that ninety-ninth tally, I saw the two of them locked in a tight embrace. After that, I stopped crying and begging him not to go to her. I only asked him for a safety locket—a small blessing for our soon-to-be-born child. At the mention of the baby, his expression softened. "When I get back," he said gently, "I'll go with you to the hospital for the checkup." I nodded obediently. I didn't tell him that ten days earlier, I had already filed for divorce. Now, our divorce was final.

Setelah kakakku kehilangan kewarasannya, perjanjian pernikahan dengan Keluarga Zony pun jatuh ke tanganku. Aku dengan bahagia menikahi pemuda yang selama ini kusukai, namun pada malam pertama pernikahan, aku justru tidur sendirian. Aku menjadi bahan tertawaan seluruh kota Dumai. Kemudian, karena aku mengetahui rahasia kakakku, dia menabrakku dengan mobil hingga mati dan membuang jenazahku ke hutan. Saat membuka mata kembali, aku kembali ke hari di mana perjanjian pernikahan itu ditukar. Zony sedang memeluk kakakku yang kehilangan kewarasannya dan mencium jemari tangannya dengan penuh ketulusan. “Lina, tak peduli kau jadi seperti apa, kamu tetaplah wanita yang paling kucintai.” Aku pun berbalik tanpa ragu dan menerima lamaran dari Gunawan, CEO yang tak bisa punya keturunan. Namun kali ini justru Zony menangis tersedu-sedu dan memohon agar aku kembali padanya.

WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. NOT FOR PERSONS UNDER THE AGE OF 18. CONTAINS EROTIC AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. "F*ck!" A moan tore out of my wet lips as Jordan plunged deep into my hole. "Tell me, lil sister, do you love it?" Casper whispered, his hot breath caressing my ear as he drew kisses along my tilted neck. "Hmm," I whimpered, throwing my head to the side. But as I did, Jaden trapped my lips in a kiss while Casper grabbed my boobs and wrapped his lips around my erect buds. ***** Kaylee was meant to be their sister. She was their sister until a drunken night ruined it all. When the Rovers brothers woke up naked with their little stepsister trapped between the three of them, their somewhat happy family crashed. They had promised to stay away, but every moment they tried to pull away drew them even closer to her, until they lost it all. Fuck family. Fuck relations. They were going to have her– even if that means committing a taboo.

My name is Ivy Lawson. At 3:00 am, I get a call from Christina McSpire, a parent of one of my students. "Hello, Ms. Lawson, I noticed Zoe only spent five dollars on her meal yesterday. Did she not eat any meat?" she asks. Pushing through my exhaustion, I reply, "Don't worry, Mrs. Street. I'll check on it tomorrow." Another half hour goes by, and she calls again. "It's supposed to rain tomorrow. Can you remind Zoe to bring an umbrella?" I can hardly keep my eyes open. "Got it," I reply absentmindedly. A few minutes later, my phone rings once more. "Please make sure Zoe brushes her teeth for three minutes. It's also important that she scrubs each side of her face at least three times." Suppressing my frustration, I calmly respond, "Zoe is in her senior year of high school. I'm sure she's capable of taking care of herself." I expect that to be the end of it, but when I wake up, my silenced phone shows over a hundred missed calls.

Katherine Willow gave up everything for love — her dreams, her family, even her freedom. But when betrayal cuts deeper than any wound, she realizes the man she sacrificed it all for only ever saw her as a convenience. Cast aside for another woman carrying the child she couldn’t give him, Katherine finds herself alone, humiliated, and broken. Yet from the ashes of heartbreak, she rises stronger, determined to reclaim her life. A fierce divorce, a fiery encounter with a stranger, and the first step back into a world she thought she had lost — Katherine’s journey is only just beginning. In a world that tried to silence her, Katherine is about to roar.

The day my husband left the country on a business trip with his assistant, I learned—by sheer accident—that his archenemy was plotting revenge overseas. Without a second thought, I raced to the airport and stopped him from boarding the plane. But his assistant went ahead, alone. And over there, she was killed brutally. Not a trace of her remains was ever found. When my husband received the news, he fell apart. Wracked with guilt, eaten alive by remorse, he spiraled into a relentless, violent mania. In the past three years, I'd been in and out of hospitals more times than I could count because of him. And this time, he pushed me so far—I lost our child. Then I overheard a conversation between him and his secretary. "Sir, Casey is still alive. Why keep pretending you're sick? Aren't you afraid your wife will find out and leave you?" "Leave me? What right does she have to be angry?" He laughed coldly. "If she hadn't stopped me from going abroad, Casey would've never been lured away by that bastard. Everything Linda's suffering now—she brought it on herself."

Captured by Alpha Raven, Knight the rogue seemed to be enjoying the time spent in the cell more than anyone, and on that same night, Alpha Raven was poisoned with a strong drug? Beaten up, Knight was the one on the mission of taming the Alpha. (Dark romance warning)

Waking up hungover next to my arch-nemesis – the city's most notorious fuckboy? Worst. Morning. Ever. I handled the walk of shame with icy dignity, but fate had a bigger curveball: one month later, two pink lines. My baby. My rules. His involvement? Zero. My flawless plan hit a snag when morning sickness ambushed me in the office restroom. He walked in. His eyes locked onto my still-flat stomach, darkening with something dangerous. Before I could blink, he had me pinned against the cold tile wall. "Who's the father?" he growled. I met his glare with a frosty smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know? Definitely not you." Then it happened: a hot tear hit my neck. His voice cracked, raw and desperate. "Don't... don't leave me. Please." Me: ...Dude. Seriously? THIS IS YOURS!