"Fuck," I snap, unzipping her jeans skirt and tearing the thing down her legs, throwing it over my shoulder. "You've driven me to the edge, little girl. It was hard enough having you wiggle that tight ass around in my lap without coming. Then I see other males looking at you?" I yank down her panties and discard them in the foot well. "For that, I'm going to pump so deep, you'll see stars." "Yes," she gasps, spreading her legs wider as I go down and take a long, sweet whiff of her pink pussy. "I'd like that very much, Daddy. Please me. Please, Daddy...fuck..." I take the first lick, my fingers digging into her laps as she moans out in pleasure. "Oh, fuck! Oh. Oh my God." One more lick and her pussy starts to quiver, her legs stiffening where I've rested them on my shoulders. "Damien." I close my lips lightly around her clit and apply careful suction, increasing the pressure until she's crying out. "What do you really want from me, little girl?" "Go faster, Daddy. Please me harder. Please me..." ------------- Warning: This book is intended for 18+ audiences. It is an erotic boxset, containing seventeen original erotic short stories. Steamy, fun, and fulfilling, just how ya'll like it.
Lihat lebih banyakSeconds after he’s gone, I hear a voice behind me, “Well, that was awkward.”I turn to see Anastasia emerge, completely naked, from behind the couch, biting her lower lip and wiggling her hips.“How long were you there?” I ask, shocked.“Pretty much the whole time,” she giggles. “I snuck down behind you, trying to surprise you by being all sexy and naked, but then that happened, and well…”Smiling, I go over to her and scoop her up into my arms. I kiss her and feel instantly better. It’s not like Emerson has that much of an effect on me, but he is obnoxious, and pressing my lips to Anastasia’s makes me forget all about him.“Did he seriously want you to buy him a Porsche?”“He seriously did,” I laugh. “And there was a time when I might have, just so I wouldn’t have to get into a conversation with my father. But not after what he did to you.”Anastasia plumps up her lower lip and makes sincere puppy-dog eyes at me.“You’re too sweet to me.”“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, gorgeous,” I rep
I wake up with a smile on my face for the first time in years. I’m smiling because I know that when I open my eyes and glance over to the normally vacant side of my bed, I’m going to see the most beautiful girl in the world lying naked next to me. But instead of doing that right away, I wait. I deny myself the immediate pleasure and instead, I keep my eyes closed and replay the incredible events of last night.I think about our first kiss and how incredible it was. I remember how it felt when I first reached out and touched her there on the couch at her parents’ house after wanting to for so long. I raise my lip up to my nose and inhale the scent of her pussy from when I had my face buried between her legs last night and I had my tongue pressed against her clit, lapping away like a hungry dog, looking up at those two mounds rising up from her chest as her body shook and her orgasm took her.Christ, what a fucking moment. I could do that to her for hours. As a matter of fact, I could w
Nate continues tugging, and my pants continue moving down until they pass their sticking point on my hips and fall to the floor, leaving me completely naked before him. My chest rises with a sharp intake of breath. I feel as though I’m on the verge of something incredible, and when I look up into Nate’s eyes, I know I’m right.“Look at you,” he muses as he slips two fingers between my legs. I nearly jump at the sensation. “Perfect lips, no wonder you have a gorgeous little pussy too.”He takes my hand and guides it to the very obvious bulge in his pants, and I feel it – his cock, so hard and swollen, like a bat tucked down against his leg. I may never have touched a man like this before, but I’m aware enough to know that Nate has something serious going on down there.“I can’t take it any longer, Anastasia,” he says as he unbuckles his belt and begins to drop his pants. “I have to be inside you.”“Nate, I—”I want to explain to him that I’m a virgin, that this will be my first time an
I’m speechless as we pull up to Nate’s Malibu home and the gate opens to reveal the most spectacular house I’ve ever seen overlooking the Pacific Ocean. I can see him glance over at me out of the corner of my eye, but I can’t even look back at him. Not yet. I’m doing my best to process everything that’s happening, and all I can do right now is keep my eyes forward and focus on what’s in front of me.“And I bet you thought Emerson’s apartment was nice,” he remarks as he pulls down the driveway to the enormous front door made from some exotic, dark wood.“I…yeah,” I mutter, in absolute awe. The house is modern and white, but not cold and foreboding like many I’ve seen when doing wish-I-lived-here tours of Beverly Hills and Malibu. It’s tasteful and welcoming and gives off a rich, beachy vibe like somewhere you’d spend a perpetual vacation.“Come inside,” Nate says. “I’ll give you the tour.”“I-okay,” I reply, managing to turn to him and smile. He smiles back, gets out of the car, and go
Halting at the doorway to calm my racing heart, I stop and stare at him. God really took his time with him. He's so fucking hot — an absolute vision of masculinity; big hands, well-proportioned body, devilishly handsome facial features, sitting there in his suit like he owns the place, my laptop on his lap, and his gorgeous emerald-green eyes scanning the screen as he goes over my blog. Just being this close to him has my body on fire, and my mind shuffling through a host of filthy, filthy fantasies I'd give anything to have him act out with me.Have him teach me passion. Every touch. Every word. Every taste.As quietly as I can do as not to distract his reading, I tiptoe over to the couch, set his glass of water down in front of him, and plop down in place beside him again. He looks up at me briefly with a smile, then goes back to his reading. I'm a bundle of nerves, but I do my best to remain calm as he finishes up reading. I don't know if he read deeper. My blog is three years old,
I race back into my bedroom, burning up. I can't think straight, and my mind is a jumbled mess. Every inch of my body is on fire as I rummage through my cupboards for my laptop. I hid it because I know Dad would try to find it and either throw it in the bin or hide it in a place I'll never be able to find it again. Looking up suddenly, I stare at my reflection in the mirror. God, a mess is an understatement. I look like an ogre. Like a tornado picked me off my feet and threw me down a mountain, and I crawled my way back through the door before Nate arrived.Which is strange because I looked decent before going out with Emerson this evening. As fast as I can, I run my fingers through my curls to straighten them, and swapped the tank top I'm wearing for a black, hairy, comfortable cardigan, grab the laptop, and get back to the living room where a waiting Nate is relaxed on the couch, his sexy thighs parted, looking like a male model on the front cover of a Vogue magazine."First things
I try not to shit myself in joy as I step aside to let Nate in, his familiar scent of musk, Nivea aftershave, and vanilla engulfing my senses. This is the first time he’s stepping foot into my house, and it almost doesn’t feel real. In fact, I pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. That the popular, hottest, most talked about and one of the richest billionaires in all of Los Angeles is right here in my house, looking devastatingly dashing.He takes a few steps into the sitting room, and his presence fills the entire place up. But unlike his snotty, self-besotted asshole of a son Emerson, nothing reeked of arrogance or an over-bloated sense of importance in Nate’s demeanor. He assesses the place carefully. “You have a beautiful place. Your parents are phenomenal.”“Well, thank you,” I say happily. The way he speaks will never not impress me. So calm, so soothing, so...manly. And I love the fact that every word that comes out of his mouth feels genuine. There’s nothing in my heart
Hurt unlike any I’ve ever felt before floods my chest. I clasp a hand above it, heaving. Emerson notices and frowns.“Are you okay, Anna?”“W-Why do you have a girl’s panties on your settee?”For a split second, he blanks out. As he struggles to recover, I see the guilt pooling in the depths of his eyes. “Um,” he glances at the panties, then back at me. “Listen... it’s not what you think.”“I can’t believe this,” I croak, close to tears. “You’ve been cheating? Behind me? After everything...”“No, you don’t understand. Those...those are not...they belong to Daniel’s girl. The, um, the girl he banged last night...hey, where are you going?”I tuck my purse underneath my armpit and fix him a glare. “Save your excuses. I’m not five.” And with that, I sashay towards the door.“What the fuck...where are you... Anastasia!” he calls after me but doesn’t move an inch from the couch.For some sick, twisted reason, I expect him to come after me. To apologize. To promise to make it up to me, but h
“Nosy bastard,” Emerson cusses under his breath as he fires up the ignition and backs out of the driveway. “There’s really no cogent reason he has for following me this evening. He just wants to be a dick. Too nice for his own damn good.”“He’s still your father, Emerson. Do you have any idea where he’s headed?”He shrugs. “Don’t know. Don’t care. And you shouldn’t either. He’s a grown man. He knows how to handle himself.”“Of course.”“Guess what, baby?” Emerson is suddenly bright-eyed, excitement wafting off him. I push the thought of Nate to the back of my mind, and muster the best smile I can. “O’ve got my own place.”“What?” I shake my head in disbelief. “Stop messing with me.”“It’s true,” he laughs. “It’s right at the heart of town. You’ll love it.”“I can’t believe Nate let you,” I poke his arm. “Congratulations.”His smile fades, and he exhales, dragging a palm down his face. “Why do you have to be such a killjoy.”I’m taken aback. “I’m sorry, what? What did I do wrong?”“Sto
Anastasia Sturm has never felt more wanted by any man until she met him.Nate Jackson.Hot. Empathetic. Kind. With a sweet tongue to boot. He tells her he's beautiful, protects her when he needs to, praises her to high heavens too. He lifts her spirits. Makes her feel wanted, and fills in the void in her heart no one else can fill.If she could marry Nate, she would.But Nate is forbidden.Why? He's her boyfriend's father.-------------------1 - Anastasia.“What have you got there, Anna?”I look up late to see Mom entering the room, and Dad trailing behind her. Quickly, with the speed of light, I snap my laptop shut and give them an awkward grin, which makes Mom snort, and Dad’s brows knit tightly together. “Have you been updating that gossip column of yours again?”I suppress an eye-roll. “Um...”“Don’t lie to us, Anastasia,” Dad says gruffly, his hands folded across his chest as he frowns at me deeply. I wasn’t expecting him to come to check up on me tonight. He rarely steps into m...
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