All Chapters of Daddy Said To Stay Away From Girls Like Them: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter One: The Arrangement KAREN “Ohh, yes! Keep swirling that tongue on my hard clit, okay?” Holly let out a low, guttural moan of pure pleasure, her fingers tangling in my husband’s hair to hold him perfectly in place. Through the hidden camera feed glowing in front of me, I watched him lap at her sweetness, suckling and licking with a desperate, ravenous hunger. Damon had always been a master with his tongue. He knew exactly how to break a woman down, which was how I knew Holly wasn’t faking a single gasp. Her eyes rolled back, her head lolling as she struggled to hold his gaze. Across the room, my panties were already soaked. A deep, thrumming ache throbbed between my thighs, so intense I could barely sit without crushing my legs together to soothe it. The heat was relentless. I wanted to join them; I couldn't wait another second. Damon had no idea, but I was the architect of this entire sin. Why? Because he had stopped touching me in bed. He had shut down, locking a

Caught With Pants Down Epsiode 3 KAREN Damon crashed onto the couch—the exact same plush leather I had been sinking into when I first walked in to watch them. His cock went temporarily soft in his grip as he anchored himself to the armrest, desperately trying to drag his mind back to reality, back from the edge where the stars were shattering. But over here, on the tangled sheets, Holly and I had already found our way back to each other. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my throat, cutting off my airways just enough to make my vision blur, forcing me to cling to her for dear life. My nails dug into the smooth skin of her back as she held my chin up, tapping my cheeks with a demanding rhythm. "How long does it take him to get it up?" Holly whispered, her voice a low, raspy purr meant for my ears alone. "A few minutes," I breathed back, not even sparing Damon a glance. "Though I wouldn't be surprised if we completely drained him." I didn’t need to look at him to know hi

Episode 1: The Third Leg’s Offer GEMMA I was about to tap the screen when— “Gem-Gem! Why is the remote on the floor?” Carlos’s voice boomed from downstairs, piercing right through my bedroom door. Too close. Too fucking loud. “Gem-Gem! Answer me!” he barked again. Mom’s muffled voice joined in and they continued complaining about the useless daughter who refused to be their live-in slave. Growing up with a single mother makes people think you share an unbreakable bond. In reality, it just made her my chief antagonist. In elementary school, she always forgot to pack my lunch. In the third grade, the entire cafeteria laughed at me when I opened my bag to find the rotted, moldering remains of a meal she’d forgotten to clean out from the previous year. “I don’t know why she’s so damn lazy,” Mom’s bitter voice drifted up through the floorboards. I’m lazy because I’m your daughter, Mom. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I huffed, rolling over on my mattress, suf

MY MOTHER’S BOYFRIEND SUCKS EVERYWHERE BUT IN BED, Episode 3 GEMMA Whether it was pure, taboo attraction, a desperate need for revenge against my mother, or a toxic mix of both, I was burning alive for him. I sucked in a sharp breath, acutely aware of the ache between my thighs, the heat pooling beneath my skirt. And looking around the quiet, dimly lit diner, I realized I wouldn't even care if someone watched us “How did I…” “Come with me.” Carlos grabbed my hand across the table. My fingers buzzed with raw electricity, a current that forced my brain to finally catch up to the danger. He dragged me straight into the lady’s restroom. The tiles were a dingy, mismatched brown and white, reeking of cheap antiseptic and dishwash. It was clean enough for what he had in mind. Carlos gripped my shoulders and slammed me back against the stall door. “You’re supposed to be home, grounded, you little brat,” he growled directly into my ear, sounding like a man straining against a l

GEMMA My jaw practically cracked from the sheer size of him. My eyes watered, a light buzz humming in my forehead as I took him deep. “How’s that pretty little mouth doing, girl?” Carlos rasped, his breath coming in ragged pants. “It’s so small compared to your fat cock,” I mumbled around him, staring up at him through my lashes, swallowing hard before picking up the pace. “But she’s trying. She never gives up.” “Fuck, just like that, little one,” Carlos murmured. His hand tangled in my hair, violently pinning my head against his pelvis. I held my breath, counting to ten as I swirled my tongue against him. He shivered, his thighs buckling as a raw cry tore from his throat. “Fuck, girl. That’s right. Fuck.” I pulled back for a desperate breath of air, chest heaving, a thin string of saliva connecting us. “Any offers on this place yet, daddy?” I purred, using both hands to stroke the slick wetness coating his length. “A couple,” he choked out. “Any offer you actually w