All Chapters of Claim Me, Daddies : A Spicy Erotica Collection: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

This story is intended for adults aged 18 and older and contains explicit sexual content and mature themes. Readers should be aware that it includes depictions of gay sexual activity, oral sex, anal sex, rimming, cruising, public sexual encounters, power-exchange and submissive/dominant dynamics, explicit sexual language, and descriptions of consensual sexual acts between adults.All characters depicted in sexual situations are adults. This work is presented as fiction and is intended solely for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.•••When I was in college, at a large state university in the South, I haunted the johns looking to service other students. In those days, when gay liberation had not arrived in the South, most of the homosexual activity at the college involved sucking off straight guys in the johns.But there was also some activity in the then rather small town, which boasted a cruising area around the train station. It was there that I encountered "Golden Boy,"

Screwed Again (2)I really hadn't looked closely at her until now because, honestly, I'd been more interested in getting drunk and forgetting how pissed off I was.That statement, however, definitely made me take a long look.She had shoulder-length dark hair, a pretty face, a nice smile, and a figure that was neither fat nor thin.Until that moment, I hadn't even noticed she was wearing a tank top that showed off a firm chest and a hint of her belly.I’d had a few beers but nowhere near enough to lose interest in séx.With a smile, I took her hands and simply said, "Sure!"She grinned back at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.I fired up the phone and ordered an Uber while we walked toward the bar entrance.When the car was almost there, I got up to pay the tab.I slipped an arm around her as we stood, pulling her close for a kiss.She seemed surprised at first, then pressed her lips to mine, our tongues greeting each other eagerly.I slid a hand down her back and cupped her áss,

Dear Sir, Ruin Me. (2)I sent him my number that night and told him I was thinking over his questions. I waited for him to text, but he didn't until almost a day later, and thank God he did. I was getting stupid again because Matt had sent me a message on Facebook that I was trying not to read."I hate to be cliché, but this won't work unless you're hot," he texted.I laughed and immediately sent him a picture of my body. It wasn't the first anonymous man I'd sent pictures to, and normally I'd even include my face. Only because there was a chance it was Matt's Adam, I left it at just my body."Had to reverse image search that. Holy shit, dude, awesome body."Well. That was nice of him to notice."Sir, I might be a sub, but I also have standards."Super cheeky, but it wasn't like I was invested in this anyway. He sent back a picture so fast he must have been taking it before I asked.Oh shit. That was totally Adam.He'd left his face out as well, but I recognized the bathroom wallpaper

Dear Sir, Ruin Me (4)I sat down, discarded my jacket, and looked at Adam properly. I thought he'd come straight from work.He was usually clean-shaven, but he had a bit of stubble. He looked tired.His short hair was a little messed up, as though he'd been running his fingers through it. I felt a tiny bit embarrassed about how long I'd taken to get ready, getting my hair right, showering, shaving, and all of that."So I heard funding was cut to the AAP. Did you want to talk about it, or was there enough of that at work?" I asked. Adam worked for several nonprofits that promoted emerging talent in Auckland and Aotearoa at large. He looked at me, slightly surprised by my question. "You don't want to get me started on that," Adam said."Yes, I do," I replied.I smiled and almost reached across the table, but I stopped myself and blushed.I don't know if Adam noticed, but shortly after, he started to rant about his day, pausing briefly as a waiter appeared to take our order.I tuned ou

Dear Sir, Ruin Me (6)On Friday, a little over a week since I'd seen Adam, David, our choreographer, pulled me aside and asked if I could stay a little later.I blushed. Dammit. My weeks of losing sleep over Matt had obviously put me behind. I'd known it probably would.I agreed. The sooner we ripped off that bandage, the better.I said goodbye to the guys, and David started teaching me some new choreography. He wasn't really talking to me, which suited me because I wasn't looking forward to the inevitable get-your-shit-together conversation."You mind if I get Karen in?" David asked.I swallowed.Karen was the director of the company.Dammit.I really, really hoped I wasn't about to lose my job.I nodded, and David called her down from the office above the studio.He had me repeat the choreography. Karen and David watched me in silence, exchanging a look over my head.I didn't like it."Well, I'd like to try it with Rebecca, but that's promising," Karen said, glancing at David.He no