HER FORBIDDEN DADDIES: FILTHY ONE SHOTS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

DONOVANShe was a bold one. I knew from the second I set my eyes on her. Pretty, dark, and with boobs that caught my eyes before anything else. And those big brown eyes? Simply erotic. She seduced me with one stubborn glance. I wanted her, and I was going to do any and everything to make sure I got her.She made things really easy for me when she accepted my offer. Who could ever say no to a blank check? Make no mistake, I had every intention to keep my promise. At the same time, I had plans to make sure she worked for it.The first was really easy. It was funny seeing the look on mister Bates face as he almost choked himself into a heart attack. I never liked the man much. He gave me a headache when I tried to take over my father’s company. The old geezer made it his point of duty to breathe down my neck. If tonight was the night he died, it was going to be to my benefit. I had no intention of saving him.When she brought the bottle of water with three buttons open, my dick all but j

ANGE Now, bound to the door restraints, my arms stretched above me, my body bare save for the collar tight around my neck, I felt small. Vulnerable. But I wanted to be. There was no fear—just surrender, a heady mix of anticipation and the deep ache of craving something I couldn’t name. He reached for a drawer I hadn’t seen previously, and took out a whip. How could he see so clearly in the dimly lit room?The cool leather of the flogger trailed down my spine. My breath hitched. The first strike landed fast and sharp, pain licking across my skin, forcing a choked moan past my lips. Another. Then another. The force built with each one, and I found myself screaming.“More! Harder! Yes!”“You like being treated like a fucking slut, don’t you? You want to be degraded,”Whip“Humiliated,”Whip.“Spat on,”Whip.“Fucked in public like a slut, don’t you?”I nodded eagerly. My tears were choking me, making it unable for me to speak, especially with the lace panties in my mouth. I fucking nodd

ELENAHe kisses me.It's nothing like kissing Marcus. There's no tenderness, no slow build. Derrick kisses me like he's claiming territory, his tongue shoving past my lips, thick and demanding, tasting every corner of my mouth. His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back so he can kiss me deeper, harder, until I'm moaning into his mouth and grinding my hips against air.Behind me, I hear Marcus settle back into his chair. Hear the soft clink of ice in a glass as he pours himself a drink. Hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered."That's it, my love," he murmurs. "Let him have you. Show me how beautiful you are when you surrender."Derrick's hands find the hem of my dress and yank it up over my head in one fluid motion. I'm naked now, completely bare, standing between my husband and this stranger who's looking at me like I'm something to be devoured."Fuck," Derrick breathes, his eyes roaming over every inch of my exposed flesh. My breasts are heaving with each rapid b

ELENA I raise my head, meeting Marcus's eyes. His face is flushed, his hand a blur on his cock. There are tears streaming down his cheeks — tears of joy, I know, tears of overwhelming love and arousal."You're so beautiful," he whispers. "The most beautiful woman in the world. I love you so much, Elena. I love watching you take him. I love seeing how much pleasure he gives you.""I love you too," I gasp between thrusts. "I love you. I love this. I love—fuck!"Derrick has reached around to find my clit, his thick fingers rubbing the swollen nub in tight circles while he continues to pound into me. The dual stimulation is too much — I feel another orgasm building, even bigger than the first."She's going to come again," Marcus observes. "I can see it. Her pussy is clenching around you.""Then she's going to come with my cum inside her," Derrick grunts. "Because I'm about to fill this pussy up. Going to pump so much cum into her womb she'll be leaking for days.""Yes," I sob. "Please. C

SOPHIA I watch as the dark-haired man's head falls back, his jaw going slack with pleasure. I can't see exactly what's happening, but I can imagine it — fingers wrapping around hard flesh, stroking slowly, teasing.My thighs press together involuntarily.What the fuck is wrong with me? My marriage just imploded. I should be sobbing into my popcorn, not getting turned on by watching two strangers grope each other in a movie theater.But my body doesn't seem to care about what I should be feeling. Heat is pooling between my legs, my nipples tightening beneath my blouse. I haven't felt this aroused in months — maybe years. Michael and I stopped having passionate sex a long time ago. It became routine, obligatory, something to check off a list before falling asleep.This is passion. This desperate, hungry need playing out in front of me. This is what I've been missing.The longer-haired man slides out of his seat and kneels on the sticky theater floor. I watch, transfixed, as he position