Daddy's secret Obsession
⚠️*WARNING: 18+ Explicit Content
“Come here,” he commanded, voice low and rough.
Her legs moved before her mind could protest. In seconds his mouth was on her breast, hot and demanding, while two thick fingers thrust deep inside her, drawing out a slick, shameful rush of need. He pulled her onto his lap, ripped her panties aside, and drove into her with one savage stroke—stretching, claiming, ruining her in the dark.
Jessy clung to his shoulders, gasping, moaning, breaking apart as pleasure tore through her like fire. He fucked her harder, deeper, whispering filthy praises against her skin until she shattered around him. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and filled her with pulse after pulse of hot cum.
Still joined, his cock twitching inside her, he brushed damp strands of hair from her tear-streaked face and smirked.
“Now tell me your name again… Jessy.”
Footsteps clicked down the marble hallway.
“Jessy? Sweetheart, I’m home.”
Her aunt’s voice—warm, loving, and far too close.
Terror and forbidden desire twisted in Jessy’s chest as she sat there naked, impaled on the man who was never a stranger. His cum was still leaking down her thighs when he flexed his hips, pushing deeper, and whispered hot against her ear,
“Be very quiet, little girl. Wouldn’t want Mommy to discover how hard her precious girl just came on a stranger's cock.”
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Chapter: Chapter 114: Don't you dare stop.**114**The lamplight painted long shadows across Jessy’s bedroom walls. We’d barely made it past the living room couch before clothes started coming off again—my shirt left on the hallway floor, her jeans kicked somewhere near the kitchen doorway, her panties still tangled around one ankle when I lifted her onto the bed.She landed on her back with a soft bounce, hair fanning across the pillow, eyes glittering with the kind of reckless want that had been simmering since the moment she walked into McGreevy’s earlier.I stood at the foot of the bed for a second, just looking.Her chest rose and fell quickly. Thighs parted just enough to show how wet she still was from before—glistening, swollen, marked by me. The sight made my cock twitch against my stomach, already half-hard again despite the fact we’d only finished twenty minutes earlier.“You’re staring,” she said, voice low and teasing.“You’re fucking beautiful.”A slow, wicked smile curved her lips. She bent one knee, letting it
Last Updated: 2026-01-15
Chapter: Chapter 113:Slow dragsMark's povThe pizza box sat forgotten on the coffee table, grease stains blooming across the cardboard like abstract art. The movie credits rolled in silence—neither of us had really watched the last forty minutes anyway. Jessy’s breathing had evened out against my shoulder twenty minutes ago, but I hadn’t moved. I liked the weight of her there, the faint antiseptic-and-citrus scent that still clung to her skin despite the long shower she’d taken before I arrived.Her hand had slipped from my chest to my thigh sometime during the third act. Innocent at first. Then not.She stirred, lashes fluttering, and instead of sitting up properly she turned her face into my neck. Lips brushed skin. Not a kiss, not yet—just the suggestion of one.“You’re still here,” she murmured, voice rough from sleep and twelve hours of trauma bays.“Wasn’t going anywhere.”Her fingers flexed against my thigh, nails dragging the faintest line through denim. “Good.”The single word landed low in my gut.She sh
Last Updated: 2026-01-15
Chapter: Chapter 112:NormalWe ended the call shortly after, and I sat staring at my phone for a long moment. Everyone seemed to be coming around, offering support and congratulations now that the investigation had cleared Jessy of any wrongdoing. It should have felt like vindication, like proof that we'd been right all along.Instead it just felt exhausting—all these people who'd been ready to judge, to question, to suggest we end things for the sake of propriety, now falling over themselves to be supportive now that official approval had been granted.But maybe that was unfair. Maybe they'd just been scared too, worried about careers and reputations and doing the right thing in an ambiguous situation. Maybe fear made everyone a little bit worse, a little bit more willing to choose safety over courage.My phone buzzed again. Jessy this time: About to head in. Wish me luck?You don't need luck. You're brilliant and they all know it. But good luck anyway. I love you.Love you too. Talk later.I spent the evening
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Chapter: Chapter 111:Next DayI woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and the smell of coffee brewing somewhere in the apartment. For a disoriented moment I couldn't place where I was, then Jessy's voice drifted from the kitchen—she was on the phone, speaking in that professional tone she used with colleagues, clipped and efficient."Yes, I'll be in this afternoon for my shift. Four to midnight... No, everything's fine. The investigation concluded yesterday... I appreciate that, Dr. Chen. Thank you."I found her in the kitchen, still in my t-shirt from last night, hair falling loose around her shoulders as she poured coffee into two mugs. She looked up when I appeared in the doorway, and her whole face softened."Morning," she said, sliding one mug across the counter toward me. "I made it strong. Figured you'd need it after last night.""What time is it?""Almost nine. I let you sleep—you looked like you needed it." She took a sip of her own coffee, watching me over the rim. "That was Dr. Chen from
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Chapter: Chapter 110:Best/worst!We barely made it to the bedroom, stumbling through the hallway in a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses, hands fumbling with buttons and zippers like teenagers who'd just discovered what bodies could do together. She pulled my shirt over my head, fingers tracing the scar on my side where everything had started—the wound that had brought us together, changed everything."This," she whispered, pressing her lips to the healed tissue. "This is where it all began.""Best worst night of my life," I said, gasping as her mouth moved lower.We fell onto her bed in a heap, and for a while there was nothing but skin and breath and the sound of our names spoken like prayers. Three days of separation and uncertainty translated into urgency, into a desperate need to reconnect, to prove that we were still here, still together, still choosing each other despite everything trying to pull us apart.Afterward, we lay tangled in sheets that smelled like her—lavender and something clean and indefinably
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Chapter: Chapter 109: Investigation 3I texted Jessy when I got back to my truck, hands shaking slightly as I typed: *Interview done. Went fine. They don't think you did anything wrong.* Three dots appeared almost immediately, disappeared, appeared again. The pause felt endless, each second stretching like taffy. Then: *Thank you for going. Can we talk?* *When?* *Tonight? My place?* *I'll be there at seven.* The hours between felt endless in a different way now—not the hollow dread of the past three days, but something charged with possibility and fear in equal measure. I went home, showered, changed into clean clothes, stood in my kitchen staring at the clock like I could will time to move faster through sheer force of wanting. Part of me wanted to show up early, desperate to see her, to know where we stood, to end this limbo that had been eating me alive. Part of me wanted to make her wait, let her feel a fraction of what the last three days had been like—the silence, the uncertainty, the fear that I'd become
Last Updated: 2026-01-08
The Doctor's Temptation
I couldn’t cum ,not once in two years with him nor with someone.
Then Sophie,my best friend….slid a card across the table. Dr. Vincent Kane; Specialist in women’s sexual dysfunction. The man who could fix what felt permanently broken.
She didn’t mention he was her ex-husband Or that his “program” meant thirty locked days at his private estate. No sterile exam rooms, Just silk-draped suites, candlelit treatment spaces, and a discreet staff who vanished when he entered.
In our first session he asked me to undress behind a screen and i did. When I stepped out in the thin robe, his gaze dragged down my body,slow, deliberate,before snapping back to my face. His throat worked. “Lie back,” he said, voice rougher than the day before.
His gloved fingers parted with me for the exam. Clinical and professional until they lingered, circling my clit with the lightest pressure, testing responses I didn’t know I had.
My hips jerked. A gasp tore from my throat. He froze, knuckles white on the table edge, breathing hard through his nose.
He didn’t stop….Night after night the sessions grew bolder. His mouth replaced fingers, tongue stroking in slow, deliberate circles until my thighs shook and my back bowed off the massage table. When I finally shattered, clenching, crying out, soaking his chin, he pulled back, lips glistening, eyes black with something feral.
He pinned my wrists above my head one evening, cock hard against my thigh through his trousers. “This is still therapy,” he growled, grinding once, twice. “Tell me to stop.” I arched into him instead, nails digging into his shoulders.
My ex is threatening to leak photos, ruin us... Sophie keeps texting: How’s the retreat? He’s helping, right?
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Chapter: Chapter 6I barely slept. The photo stared back at me from my phone every time I closed my eyes—Vincent and me on the piano bench, thighs touching, his face turned toward mine with an expression that looked far too intimate for a doctor and patient. Ethan’s words burned in my mind: You have 24 hours.By five a.m. I gave up pretending. I sat on the edge of the bed, knees drawn to my chest, and tried to think clearly. Telling Vincent meant dragging him deeper into my mess. Telling Sophie meant shattering whatever fragile peace she’d found after her divorce. Ignoring Ethan felt like surrender.I chose the middle path. For now.At seven-fifteen Maya knocked again, cheerful and oblivious. I dragged myself through the motions—shower, soft clothes, the familiar path to the meditation room. Vincent was already there, cross-legged on his cushion, the early light catching the silver threads in his dark hair. He looked composed, centered. The opposite of how I felt.We breathed together in silence. Four c
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Chapter: Chapter 5I woke to soft morning light and a knock on my door."Yes?"The door opened slightly and Maya, the somatic therapist, peeked in."Good morning. Just wanted to let you know breakfast is ready whenever you are. Dr. Kane asked me to show you to the meditation room at eight."I glanced at the clock. Seven fifteen."Thank you. I'll be there."I showered quickly, pulled on yoga pants and a comfortable top, and headed to the dining room. A beautiful spread waited but I was alone. Vincent didn't appear.At seven fifty-five, Maya found me and led me to the meditation room. Vincent sat on a cushion, eyes closed, breathing slowly. He wore simple gray sweats and a white t-shirt. Without his professional clothes, he looked younger. More vulnerable.Maya gestured for me to sit across from him, then quietly left.For several minutes, nothing happened. Vincent just breathed. So I breathed too.Finally, his eyes opened."Good morning.""Morning.""How did you sleep?""Better than I have in weeks."He
Last Updated: 2026-05-20
Chapter: Chapter 4Friday morning arrived wrapped in fog. I stood at my apartment window at eight-thirty, watching the street below, a single suitcase packed and waiting by the door.I'd told my bosses at both jobs I was taking a medical leave. Told my mother I was going to a wellness retreat. The lies felt necessary. How could I explain the truth when I barely understood it myself?Sophie had been the hardest call."A month?" she'd said when I told her I was doing Vincent's intensive program. "That's amazing, Mia. I'm so proud of you for committing to this.""You don't think it's weird? That it's your ex-husband?""Vincent is one of the best doctors I know. If anyone can help you, it's him. And honestly, we've been divorced for three years. I've moved on. You shouldn't feel weird about this."But I did feel weird. Because the flutter in my stomach when I thought about seeing Vincent again had nothing to do with medical treatment and everything to do with the way his eyes had held mine when he'd said, "
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Chapter: chapter 3One week later, I sat in Vincent's office for my second appointment, feeling more nervous than the first time.The week had been brutal. I'd practiced the techniques he'd shown me. Breathing exercises. Mindfulness. But every time I tried to touch myself, I hit the same wall.Now I was back, feeling like a failure."How was your week?" Vincent asked, settling into his chair across from me.I wanted to lie. But something about him made lying impossible."Terrible," I whispered. "I tried everything you said. But I just freeze. Like my body won't let me feel good."He leaned forward."Mia, when did you first start feeling this way? Not when your boyfriend noticed. When you first felt it yourself."I thought about it."Maybe a year ago? I started comparing myself to articles about what women should be doing, feeling, wanting. And I realized I wasn't any of those things.""So you began performing instead of feeling.""I guess so.""And the more you tried to perform, the less your body respo
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Chapter: Chapter 2I barely slept. Around three in the morning, I gave up and just stared at the ceiling.I feel like I'm raping my own girlfriend.The words echoed on an endless loop.Morning came too soon. I heard Ethan before I saw him, already up, making his protein shake like nothing had happened. The blender whirred aggressively.I dragged myself off the couch. I headed to the bedroom to grab clothes, desperate for a shower.That's when I saw it.The laundry basket was overflowing in the corner. I started pulling clothes out and there it was. A smudge of bright red lipstick on the collar of one of his white work shirts.My stomach dropped."Ethan?"I held the shirt like evidence. The blender shut off. His footsteps approached."Yeah, babe?""What the hell is this?" I thrust the shirt at him.His face went blank for a split second. Then he shrugged."Oh, that? Probably from the bar last week. Some girl bumped into me or something.""Bullshit.""Mia, come on. You're overreacting.""We've been fighti
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Chapter: Chapter 1The Doctor's Temptation EmmaWrite I used to love the way Ethan kissed me after a long day. He'd walk through the door, drop his keys on the counter, and I'd meet him halfway, barefoot, still in the little cotton shorts and tank top I wore around the apartment. He used to cup my face with both hands, kissing me softly at first, then deeper, until my knees went weak and I had to hold onto his shoulders to stay upright. There was something about those moments – the way his thumbs would brush across my cheekbones, the way he'd smile against my lips before pulling me closer – that made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. Like I was enough. Tonight was supposed to be like that. He came in smelling like summer air and the faint trace of beer from the gym. I smiled, rose up on my toes, and pressed my lips to his. His hair was still damp from the shower, and when I ran my fingers through it, he made that low sound in his throat that used to make my stomach flip. For one heartbe
Last Updated: 2026-05-04
L’Obsession Secrète de Papa
AVERTISSEMENT : Contenu explicite 18+
La lumière de la lune glissait à travers les lourds rideaux, dessinant des reflets argentés sur le torse nu de l’inconnu. Jessy resta figée dans l’embrasure de la porte du manoir familial, le cœur battant furieusement tandis que son regard suivait les muscles de son abdomen, la puissance de ses cuisses et la forme imposante tendue sous son boxer noir.
Il incarnait le danger à l’état pur.
« Viens ici », ordonna-t-il d’une voix grave et rauque.
Ses jambes avancèrent avant même qu’elle puisse réfléchir. En quelques secondes, ses lèvres brûlantes capturaient sa poitrine tandis que deux doigts puissants s’enfonçaient en elle, arrachant un frisson honteux de désir. Il la tira sur ses genoux, écarta sa culotte et la pénétra d’un seul mouvement brutal, la marquant profondément dans l’obscurité.
Jessy s’accrocha à ses épaules, haletante, perdue dans un plaisir incandescent. Il la prit plus fort encore, murmurant des paroles obscènes contre sa peau jusqu’à ce qu’elle éclate sous lui.
Puis des pas résonnèrent dans le couloir de marbre.
« Jessy ? Ma chérie, je suis rentrée. »
La voix de sa tante était beaucoup trop proche.
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Chapter: Chapitre 10JESSYL’écho de la porte claquée a résonné bien après le départ de Mark. La maison semblait plus grande sans lui — trop grande. Chaque grincement du parquet faisait rater un battement à mon pouls. J’étais assise sur le canapé, les genoux ramenés contre la poitrine, fixant l’endroit où il se tenait quelques minutes plus tôt. Sa chaleur imprégnait encore le cuir, fantôme de ce qui avait failli se passer.Failli.J’ai pressé mes mains contre mon visage, essayant d’effacer ce souvenir — le goût du scotch, sa voix qui flanchait en prononçant mon nom, la façon dont ses mains tremblaient comme s'il se battait contre lui-même. Ça n’était pas censé aller aussi loin. Ça n’était censé aller nulle part du tout.Mais d’un autre côté, rien dans ma vie n’était censé tourner de cette façon.Dehors, le vent hurlait à travers les arbres, faisant vaciller les projecteurs de sécurité. Le téléphone a vibré à côté de moi, me faisant sursauter. Encore un numéro inconnu. J’ai eu la gorge sèche en ouvrant le
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Chapter: Chapitre 9JESSYJ'ai décroché le téléphone à la troisième sonnerie, la main encore un peu tremblante de la visite de l'Oncle Mark. La façon dont il m'avait appelée vilaine fille résonnait dans ma tête, m'envoyant une nouvelle vague de chaleur. Mon Dieu, pourquoi fallait-il qu'il parte comme ça ? J'avais besoin de lui — besoin de cette intensité, de cette façon qu'il avait de faire disparaître tout le reste.Avec Maman partie et ces vagues « ennuis » qu'il avait mentionnés au-dessus de ma tête, je me sentais exposée, vulnérable. Son contact sur mon genou avait été comme une étincelle, et maintenant je restais là à couver, brûlant d'en avoir plus. Mais non, il avait fallu qu'il parte pour une réunion, me laissant ici seule avec mes pensées qui s'emballaient.« Allô, Maman », ai-je dit, essayant d'avoir l'air naturelle, comme si je n'étais pas assise là, le cœur battant à tout rompre et l'esprit rejouant chaque seconde de sa présence dans ma pièce.« Jessy ! Enfin. Ça fait des jours que j'essaie
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Chapter: Chapitre 8MARKLe téléphone a sonné juste au moment où je chargeais le chargeur dans mon Glock, le bruit coupant le silence du bureau comme un mauvais présage. J’ai jeté un coup d’œil à l’écran ; c’était ma sœur.Génial ! Exactement ce dont j’avais besoin en plus de cette tempête de merde avec Joshua et son oncle qui me collaient aux basques. J’ai répondu, gardant ma voix calme. « Ouais ? « Mark, c’est moi », a-t-elle dit, le ton plein d’inquiétude et sans fioritures, celui qu’elle prenait lorsqu’elle faisait les cent pas dans sa cuisine. « Tu as des nouvelles de Jessy ? Elle ne répond pas à mes appels. On s’est parlé il y a deux jours, et maintenant… plus rien. Je suis à ce mariage, coincée ici pour la semaine, et je panique. Tu peux garder un œil sur elle ? Juste vérifier, t’assurer qu’elle va bien ? »Je me suis adossé à ma chaise, le poids de l’arme lourd sur mes cuisses. Deux jours. Ça correspondait — Jessy était restée totalement silencieuse depuis notre dernière… rencontre. Non pas que
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Chapter: Chapitre 7JESSYIl l’a refait… frottant de manière superficielle, allant une fraction plus profondément à chaque fois, mais jamais assez. La frustration grandissait en même temps que le plaisir, mon corps se contractant sur le vide, désespéré d’en avoir plus.Il a claqué sa bite légèrement contre mon clitoris, le bruit humide résonnant dans la pièce, me faisant glapir et gémir.« Tu es tellement putain de trempée », a-t-il murmuré, les yeux sombres de luxure. « Tu dégoulines pour la bite de ton oncle. Dis-le. »« Je dégouline pour toi, Papa », ai-je haleté, écartant encore plus les jambes, orientant mes hanches vers le haut en guise d’invitation. « S’il te plaît, baise-moi… fort. »Il m’a aguichée encore quelques fois, le gland me pénétrant puis se retirant, me faisant monter la tension jusqu’à ce que je ne sois plus qu’un tas de supplications et de gémissements. Mon clitoris palpitait à cause de la friction, chaque nerf était en feu. Finalement, avec un grognement, il a poussé vers l’avant — m
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Chapter: Chapitre 6JESSY Écarte bien les jambes. » Sa voix était grave, autoritaire, le genre de voix qui ne laissait aucune place aux questions — c’était plutôt un ordre que je brûlais d'impatience d'exécuter, teinté de cette rugosité qui faisait toujours s'accélérer mon pouls. Bien sûr, Papa », ai-je chuchoté en retour, écartant les jambes au maximum, mes cuisses tremblant sous son simple regard. La vulnérabilité m'a frappée de plein fouet, ainsi exposée sur le lit, mais cela n'a fait qu'alimenter la chaleur qui montait au bas de mon ventre. Je voulais qu'il voie tout, qu'il prenne tout. Il se tenait là, au pied du lit, sa bite massive, dure comme de la pierre et prête, pointée droit sur moi comme si elle savait exactement à quel endroit elle appartenait. Des veines palpitaient sur toute sa longueur, le gland scintillant légèrement dans la pénombre filtrée par les rideaux. Il n'était que muscles et ombres, ses larges épaules roulant lorsqu'il déplaçait son poids, ses abdos se contractant à chaque r
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Chapter: Chapitre 5MarkLe bureau était plongé dans un silence absolu, seulement troublé par le bourdonnement bas de la climatisation et le craquement des glaçons dans mon verre. Je n’avais pas bu une seule gorgée. Je ne pouvais pas. Mon pouls était encore coincé dans ma gorge depuis la dernière fois où je m’étais enfoui en Jessy — son petit corps serré tremblant, mon nom arraché d’elle comme une prière.Je lui avais dit de partir, mais je sentais encore sa présence…Et me voilà, la bite dure sous le bureau comme un adolescent, en train de rejouer la façon dont elle m’avait sucé jusqu’à la dernière goutte. Les marques de doigts sur ses hanches là où je l’avais agrippée trop fort. La façon dont elle avait *gémis* quand je lui avais tiré les cheveux.Une bouche de pro sur une fille qui rougissait encore quand je disais *baise*.J’étais en train de perdre la tête.Le téléphone burner dans le tiroir n’avait pas vibré depuis des mois. Le vrai téléphone, en revanche — celui-ci s’alluma.« Hey Moretti. Paraît
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