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“You wear these little skirts… are you trying to seduce me?” His eyes dragged down my body. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about” Before I could finish, his hand slid up my thigh, fingers brushing beneath the edge of my skirt. My breath hitched. He shoved my panties aside and pressed two thick fingers inside me. “Ahh. . . Kelvin. .” My knees buckled against the sink as he started slow, then thrust rougher, stretching me with every push. “You like that, baby girl?” he whispered against my lips. “Yes… oh God, yes.” His mouth hovered over mine, stealing the sound of my moans before he spun me around to face the mirror. My own reflection stared back at me wide eyes, flushed cheeks while Kelvin loomed behind, his heat swallowing me whole. “Watch while I fuck you,” he growled, shoving down his zipper. The heavy length of him slammed into me in one rough stroke, knocking the air from my lungs. “F-fuck!” I cried out, gripping the sink for dear life. He yanked my hair back, forcing me to look at myself as he pounded into me. “Be my slut today.” Dripping Wet is a collection of straight-up filthy stories about raw, no-limits sex. Bodies crashing together in hard fucks. Holes stretched wide, throats used rough, sheets drenched in cum and sweat. Each one dives deep into pure hunger, cocks slamming in deep, pussies taking it hard, asses getting claimed with no mercy. All the taboo stuff you crave, laid out in brutal detail. No romance. No sweet talk. Just hard, wet, pounding sex that leaves you spent. This book isn't about love. It's about need and giving in until you're soaked.

“Yes, daddy, harder.” “Such a good girl taking two cocks like a whore!” Adriano spanked her ass. Michele's hand wrapped around Anny’s throat. "Fuck! I am going to cum inside your tight pussy." "I am close too. Want me to cum on your pretty face?" Anny arched her back, screaming their names. "Yes. Yes, daddies." … Anny Jackson’s forbidden affair with her dangerously seductive step-father and step-uncle was supposed to be a secret. The Carter brothers are twins, but they never agreed on anything and sharing a woman was the last thing they ever imagined. They wanted her and she wanted them both. None wanted to give her up and she didn't want to give anyone up. For the first time, they both agreed on one thing to fuck her, to share her and she wanted it more than anything. It was wrong, desiring or lusting after even one of them, but wanting both? Nothing could be more wrong, more forbidden and yet nothing could feel more right and tempting. Adriano Carter and Michele Carter aren’t gentle lovers, they’re rough, experienced daddies who growl ‘mine’ while stretching her tight holes with thick cocks and filling her until she’s leaking their cum, who know exactly how to break her and make her beg. She gets marked, owned and ruined in the dirtiest ways possible, then left gaping, bruised and addicted to being their fucktoy. They pin her down, bend her over his desk, spank her ass red before fucking her throat raw and calling her their perfect little slut. They take turns pounding her in every position, double-penetrating her until she's trembling and sobbing. The story is packed with filthy daddy kink- choking grips on her throat, praise mixed with degradation, rough breeding fantasies and group scenes.

“I’m s-sorry *hiccup* I won’t try to run again *hiccup*” Kayla pleaded when she saw him coming towards her like a grim reaper. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as he closed the last of the distance between them, backing her into a corner of the room. She closed her eyes and covered them with her palm, unable to endure his dark gaze. He curled his fingers around her arms and pulled them back, but a frown set on his face when he saw that her eyes were still closed. “Look at me Kayla...” he demanded, his voice thick with the need to see her golden-brown orbs. He let go of her hands and cupped her face. “Open your eyes...” he tried a little gently this time. Kayla ever so slowly lifted her eye lids, giving him the sight that he had been deprived of. A rare smile flitted on his lips when his eyes collided with the most stunning pair of pearls that adored the girl that he had become obsessed with. “Will you *hiccup* p-punish me?” she asked. “For what you did, you deserve a punishment. Don’t you think so, Malyshka?” he smirked as he caressed her bottom lip with his thumb. Even even before she could say another word, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, gaining a surprised yelp from her. “W-what are you *hiccup* doing!?” she felt scandalized to be hanging upside down on his muscular torso. “You’ll find out soon enough” he stated coldly and strode towards the bed. And upon reaching it, he transferred her onto the mattress. “And now for the punishment...” he muttered as he leaned onto the bed and hovered above her, sending a cold shiver down her spine.

Her first orgasm was a bet…. ———- “Spread wider for me, Carter." He growled against my throat. My traitorous legs parted. "This doesn't mean I forgive you, Grey." "Fuck—" His fingers pushed inside me. "That only makes me crave you more." "I hate you—" "Hate me all you want, Carter. Just soak me while you do it." --- Lethally hot hockey star and billionaire heir, Lexter Gray, was supposed to hook up with the campus outcast and walk away laughing. One cruel bet with the girl everyone calls Four-eyes. Sloane Carter has spent her whole life hiding behind oversized sweaters and thick glasses. But Lexter didn't expect the kiss to feel real. And Sloane didn't know it was a lie. When she returns to the pool that night to grab her forgotten sweater… she hears everything. The bet. The laughter. The truth. Heartbroken, Sloane nearly drowns in Lexter's pool… saved by the same boy who destroyed her. She swore she'd erase him. But now they're paired together for the project of the season. Forced to face the tension together. She hates that she ever let him touch her. He hates that he can't forget what she tastes like. Then the glasses come off. The oversized sweaters disappear. And everyone at Passion can see what Lexter's been silently craving. When his charming brother starts flirting with Sloane, Lexter begins to lose control. He realizes, too late, that he'd already fallen for his hot nerd. Now he'll do anything to win her back. And Sloane? If he expects her to roll over like his other puck bunnies, he's in for a shock. And what happens when Lexter discovers that his hot nerd didn't just steal his heart. She stole something far worse? ⚠️Not your sweet college romance… Explicit content. Dark themes. Broken people.

Raven Academy claws three primal laws into every shifter's soul: 1. Never deceive an Alpha. 2. Never hunger for an Alpha. 3. Never let Jason Voss inhale your desperate scent. I demolished them all in a fevered rush. One forged assignment, hidden in shadows. His silver gaze pierced through, summoning me to his den. "Exile yourself," he snarled, voice like velvet-wrapped steel, his alpha presence coiling around me, thick with dominance. I collapsed to my knees, pulse thundering, body betraying me with heat. "I'll do anything," I whispered, voice raw, eyes locked on his sculpted form—the godlike alpha every wolf in the academy craved, their fantasies paling against his brutal reality. He didn't smile. He claimed. Now, nights devour me in his sealed lair. His forbidden pupil, spread open for lessons in sin. He unravels me with calloused hands mapping my skin, tongue tracing veins, cock demanding surrender. First lesson: my shattered moans as he pins me to the desk, thrusting mercilessly, his knot swelling to lock us in ecstasy's vise, flooding me until I drip with his essence. Second: the burn of his fangs sinking into my neck mid-fuck, his hips grinding deeper, growling "Mine" like a curse that brands my wolf's core. Third: orgasms ripping through me untouched, his fist twisting my hair, breath hot as he hisses, "My thieving slut, begging for every inch." He etches ownership in flesh: Purple blooms from his grip. Claiming scars pulsing with heat. His release slick between my thighs during sunlit classes, a secret torment that has me aching for more. The pack still worships untouchable Jason Voss from afar, drooling over his lethal beauty. Blind to his mate. Me. Broken. Addicted. Praying this dark bliss never ends. Salvation? I'd claw it apart for one more bite.

"Don't you love this?" Isobel asked, undoing his pants. Cameron raised her up, pushing her ass on the table. He checked the bottom drawer and realised they were out of condoms. Completely mesmerised, he breath. "We can't do this. You don't want to get pregnant." She leaned closer to his body till her braless tits fell on his chest and her lips touched his ears. "I did something." She whispered. "Won't be giving birth for three months." She said. Cameron shifted back, taking his time to look in her eyes. He wanted to be sure she understood what she had done and was ready for it. Isobel smiled, need masqueraded her eyes. "Are you sure?" She nodded. Dipping her hand in his pants. She gasped as her hand fisted his, thick, hard dick. "I want this." "Good." Cameron said, taking his shirt off. "Because I'm going to fuck you." He roared and that instant, her dress ripped open. She enjoyed the sound of the tear. She enjoyed being vulnerable and naked in front of him. Her nipples hardened and his tongue enveloped it. "You're mine. And I'll make you remember that. Every. Damn. Time." "I know." She whispered, unable to think. Her hand roamed around his body till she felt his gun. Isobel gasped. Cameron held her little fingers, reading the look on her face. He stopped and pulled out without taking his eyes off her body. He spread her legs wide for him. She's so beautiful. That pussy is his. Cameron loaded the gun with a bullet and cocked it. Isobel flinched. The mouth of the gun grazed her pussy in ways she enjoyed. She moaned, biting her lips. He was fucking her with his gun. This is her dream come true.

“Shh, little girl,” he growled, teeth catching my bottom lip. I fought the moan, but he circled my clit, my hips jerked helplessly against his hand. Then he pushed my panties aside and sank two thick fingers inside me. I soaked his palm, knees buckling as tremors wracked me. “That’s it, cum for me,” he whispered against my ear. I did. Waves crashed through me while he held me up, stroking gently, murmuring filthy praise that made it sweeter, deeper, more shattering than anything I’d ever felt with a woman. I’m a lesbian. I’ve always known it, claimed it shamelessly. I’ve mapped women’s bodies with my mouth, hands, loving every touch and gasp. My best friend’s tongue between my legs has made me come countless times. The only man I tried, my ex, was awkward, unsatisfying. I swore off them forever. I love women. I love my best friend. So why does this man, her father, the one I should never want make me wetter with one stroke than she ever has? Why am I aching for his cock, pushed inside me, thrusting relentlessly, filling me, ruining me in ways no woman could? Why does bending over his desk for him feel like the right thing to do? One forbidden touch. One devastating truth: I might never want another woman again. When I rejected the vice chancellor's advances, my best friend's obsessive aunt, she threatened expulsion. My friend took me to her father, the college owner. One look at his body and I was lost. That night in their home, hiding in the kitchen while watching him cook, I touched myself, craving what is forbidden. Will my best friend discover my sudden addiction to her father? Will her aunt ever stop wanting me?

He spread her thighs wider with firm hands, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin inches from where she needed him most. “Look at this pretty little pussy,” he said, voice reverent. “So wet for your stepdad. So needy.” Lila moaned, hips lifting toward him instinctively. He pressed one thick finger along her slit—slow, teasing, gathering her wetness without pushing inside. “You’re going to show me again. Put your fingers where mine are.” She obeyed, sliding two fingers down to circle her clit. The touch was electric with him watching. ~~~~~~~~ WARNING: 18+ This book is HOT and very adult-only. It has lots of steamy daddy kink, taboo age-gap stories, "good girl" praise, claiming, punishments that feel good, and explicit scenes. Everyone in the stories is a consenting adult 18+. Pure fantasy fun. If you're under 18, please skip this one. Imagine a big, strong Daddy who can't stop wanting you. He calls you his little pet. He makes you feel so good when you obey. In these 500 hot stories, older men take charge. Strict stepdads, protective guardians, powerful guys—they all claim their sweet, naughty girls. Age gaps make everything hotter. One look is enough to ignite something neither of them can resist. Soft "good girl" words turn into hungry kisses. Punishments feel amazing. He holds you tight, fills you up, and whispers you're his forever. Every story is quick, dirty, and full of that daddy heat—praise that makes you melt, rough hands that feel perfect, nights where you beg for more. All fantasy. All adults saying yes. All so addictive. If you love thinking "Yes, Daddy" and feeling wanted, this huge collection is for you. Start reading... he won't let you stop. 18+ only. Get ready to feel your thighs clench and your pulse race.

The man I'd been with for three years, my fiancé, had promised to leave everything behind in the States and move to Europe to join my family. For our future together, I had quietly arranged a transfer of massive assets in his name. The night I was finally ready to tell him everything, I came back to our safehouse and heard voices I wasn't supposed to hear. "Kane, are you seriously giving up your entire place in the mafia for some ordinary girl?" That was Alicia Holt, the daughter of a small-time mob boss who scraped by at the edges of New York. Kane let out a cold laugh, his voice dripping with contempt and calculation. "Give it all up? For that useless woman? Alicia, you're underestimating me. I'm only playing along to get her to sign over that Manhattan townhouse and her offshore funds into my name." He knew exactly how much I'd sacrificed to be with him. He knew I'd even defied my father. And none of it meant a damn thing to him. He just found me clingy, embarrassing, like a dog he couldn't shake. "That idiot actually thinks she's something. If it weren't for her money, I wouldn't even waste a glance on her." Kane pulled Alicia closer, his voice thick with arrogant contempt. "Once I've drained every last asset, I'm breaking off the engagement. Then it's just you and me, baby." Alicia giggled and playfully swatted at his chest. "What if she finds out?" "Finds out? She's just some sheltered rich girl with no backup and no clue." Kane scoffed like he'd just heard the funniest joke in the world. "What's she going to do?" I stood there and felt my fury turn into something ice-cold and perfectly still. Kane had no idea. For a few scraps of easy money, he'd just thrown away an entire European crime empire.

Ever since her 18th birthday, Mona Lisa hasn’t been the same. What began as innocent curiosity with her college friends—experimenting with vibrators and watching forbidden taboo videos—had awakened something feral inside her. Scenes of powerful alphas claiming their own bloodline only fueled the fire. Now she craved c*ck with a hunger no toy could satisfy. Her wolf was awake, and it was shameless. Every time her strict, commanding Alpha stepfather spoke, her body betrayed her completely. The deep rumble of his voice sent slick heat flooding between her thighs. Her nipples hardened instantly. Her breath hitched, and instead of answering like a proper daughter of the pack, soft, needy whimpers escaped her lips. Her wolf whined inside her chest, tail tucked, begging to submit. She was consumed by one dark fantasy: becoming his secret, messy little breeding doll. She imagined him pinning her down and filling her womb with thick, potent Alpha seed while he growled “Mine” against her neck, marking her permanently. He was her stepfather. The Alpha of their pack. Her mother’s mate. Yet the fated bond thrummed between them, growing stronger with every full moon. Her scent had changed; the entire pack could smell her desperate, fertile need whenever he was near. Mona Lisa knew she faced an impossible choice: surrender to the overwhelming pleasure and let her Alpha stepfather ruin her—body, soul, and wolf—or fight the bond and slowly go mad. Either path would shatter the pack and burn her family. But when his golden eyes locked on hers, her pussy clenched and dripped with raw need. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could stop herself from dropping to her knees, baring her neck, and begging her stepdaddy to knot and breed her like the filthy little pup she truly was.