Daddy's Naughty Girl

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica.This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you.Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin.----------“I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”As she says the words, her pussy performs the actions until I’m panting into the space between us, shudders wracking my body. “FUCK,” I growl, sparks blinking in front of my vision. “You’re going to get it now, little girl.”All I can do after that is make her lose her mind.That’s the only way to define it.I shove her legs open on the bed and do exactly as I threaten. I rail her like a dog, slamming my cock in and out of her wet blonde cunt. She screams and claws at me, begging me not to stop, rocking her hips up to meet my hectic drives, my grun

“Lia...” he swallows hard, looking anywhere else but my face. I detect the stern warning in his tone, but I pay it no mind. “W-What are you doing?”“What does it look like I'm doing, hm?” I hum, grunting as I successfully take his tie off, then bat my lashes as I trail the silk down between my breasts, finally, finally getting his eyes there. I feel the heat emanating off him, a muscle jumping in his cheek when I arch my back a little. “I'm just having fun, Daddy,” I whisper seductively, dropping the tie and flattening my palm, riding it up the front of his perfumed, well-pressed suit. “You work so hard. You should burn steam sometimes. It'll be good for your health...make you less grumpy.”To God, I'm not lying. At all.Tristan spends six out of the seven days of the week working his arse off. The last day, Sunday, he spends it with Eric — and it's for a few hours only. Afterwards, he locks himself in his private office for the rest of the day, while Eric is left with no option than

Legs shaking, and teeth grinding hard, I stare at the crumpled pile of white lace on the counter.No one has to know, Big Daddy. I can be your cute, little secret. Your guilty pleasure.Fucking fantastic.Lia has absolutely no idea how long I've been in torment, thinking about it. I've been counting the days until she finally leaves home for college, relief and fear whirling inside my chest. With her gone, everything would truly be normal for once. I wouldn't have to come home every night, worried I might break underneath the tension she's placed me. Finally drag her perky, sweet arse upstairs to my bedroom, shut the door, and fuck the living daylights out of her until she loses her breath.With each visit, each day came a new temptation. One that drives me further and further away from logical reasoning, pushing me towards the steep end. The way she prattles into the kitchen each time, in various revealing outfits, her eyes gleaming with mischief, her hands getting more and more brav

I exhale as I step out of the black SUV, smoothing the ruffles on my sky-blue, high-waist, school-girl skirt. I flip my hair as I look up at the black onyx building emblazoned with the words Hemsworth Holdings. I whip out a small mirror I always carry about with me and check my mascara, making sure my French-braided pigtails don't have any hair sticking out, and nod, satisfied with it."I can't thank you enough for the ride," I call out to the driver as he pulls away. When there's a pedestrian break, I walk across the sidewalk toward the tall, imposing building. Where my presence has been gruffly requested.Of course I have an idea why.It's the email I sent from that burner account.I can't believe my insane luck. Tristan really clicked on that link. I know him to be the strict disciplinarian who didn't trust the unknown, nor had any time for these little shenanigans no matter what. I was busy in the spa, thinking up a million other ways to get the website in his radar, when he calle

I pace the floor of the hotel suite, stopping at the window and looking out over the bright lights of the city skyline. I’ve always been an honorable man. As decent as one can possibly be while maintaining his success in the world of finance. I don’t gamble, drink heavily or womanize and I keep my word. Yet here I am, waiting for an eighteen-year-old girl to arrive so I can pay her for sex.Looking at my reflection in the window, I know damn well that paying Lia is the only way I’d ever get the privilege of having her beneath me. We’re old and young. Big and small. Coarse and smooth. Because of that, there is something comforting about the fact that I’ll be compensating her. When she arrives, I plan to outline our agreement in a clear, concise manner and that will help, too. Having a detailed understanding. A mutually beneficial venture is something I understand. Maybe after we’ve met privately a few times, I’ll stop feeling this sweaty, horny shame for wanting to ride a girl twenty-s