Timmy Thick Novels & Stories

Coraline Hart was a typical young woman for those looking at her from the outside. She went to work at a café, paid her bills, and was never seen without a smile on her face. But no one was to know the true horrors of what Coraline was forced to endure behind closed doors. To deal with his pain, her father went to the bottle and spent most of his time off his face with drink to forget his feelings. Due to his alcoholism, he can never hold down a job, and whatever money he does have, he drinks away. Causing Coraline to give him all of hers, knowing the dangers of what he could do if she were to say no. She had accepted this was her life now, going to work and giving all her money to her father, but that was until her saviour, in the form of a man in a very well-pressed suit with slicked-back hair and the thickest Spanish accent, walked into her café. This mysterious man soon becomes infatuated with this woman, who had unknowingly saved him the day they met; to him, it proved she was his and no other person was to cross her. But his infatuation was soon about to turn deadly; any man that he deemed too close to his Coraline soon slipped away without any hassle. When a police officer comes into the café and shreds some light on the man she was seeing, her world comes crumbling down. But for the mysterious man with the thick Spanish accent, he can never let go of his new obsession. Read on to find out how this simple interaction between two complete strangers became deadly.

“Fuck me harder, Daddy… I need you to ruin me.” My broken plea spilled out as Ryan drove into me relentlessly, his thick cock stretching me to the edge of pain, his rough palm cracking against my ass while he yanked my hair back. “That’s my filthy little princess,” he growled against my ear, slamming deeper until I shattered around him. “I’m gonna fuck this sweet pussy raw, choke you till you see stars, breed you till you’re dripping my cum down your thighs. Beg for it louder, baby girl—tell Daddy how much you want to be marked, owned, completely fucking destroyed.” Ava Carter’s carefully ordered world cracked the day she moved back into her dad’s house after college and a soul-crushing year of dead-end jobs. Heart bruised from a toxic ex, confidence shattered after a rejection letter, she accepted the only offer that came—personal assistant to Ryan Hale, her father’s best friend and the dangerously hot architect who’d always been off-limits. One late night at the office turns into forbidden fire. He takes her roughly, whispering dark promises while old threats resurface. Will she surrender everything to the man who protects and possesses her? Or will the scorching taboo finally burn them both? “Good girl. Now swallow every last drop like you were made for it.”

"Look at you," he purred, dragging his knuckles down my stomach. "Trembling... Is it fear... or are you wet for the man who got your nonna killed?" He taunted, his smile mocking. "I'll kill you-" "I can't wait, amore mio [my love]," he growled, and without warning, his hand slid between my legs. I jolted. "Don't-!" Too late. One thick finger pushed inside me, hard. I sobbed, my back bowing off the bed, but he only chuckled, working me open with slow, cruel, torturous strokes. "Devil." He chuckled, low and wicked. "You keep saying that." His fingers slid lower, through my slick, and my breath hitched. "Yet here you are," he murmured, "dripping for the devil." ****** "He came for a debt. Instead, he took a bride." Alina Moretti lost everything in one night-her fiancé, her fortune, her future. Desperate to secure her inheritance, she needs a fake fiancé. When she approaches Milan's most dangerous club, hoping to find a willing stranger, she instead finds herself kidnapped by the devil himself. Valentino Romano, popularly known as The Devil of Milan, is the ruthless heir to Italy's most feared mafia empire. Two years ago, Alina's father borrowed from him, promising a repayment that never came. Now, Val is back, and he's not interested in money. He wants her.

If the idea of the man who should protect you instead pinning you down and claiming every hole makes you squirm, close this book immediately and find something tame. But if your panties are already soaked and your pulse is racing at the thought of forbidden hands on your body… then spread those pages like a good little slut and keep going. This isn’t sweet. This isn’t slow. These stories throw innocent young women straight into the fire—defiant brats broken by the commanding cocks of their dominant stepdads, possessive stepbrothers, hungry step-uncles, dominant fathers-in-law, reclaiming ex-dads, and their father’s best friends. Expect rough throat-fucking that leaves mascara running down flushed cheeks. Expect tight virgin asses stretched wide and pounded mercilessly. Expect fertile little pussies pumped full of thick, risky creampies while they growl filthy promises: “Daddy’s going to knock you up, princess. Fill that womb until you’re carrying my baby.” Sneaking around while Mom sleeps down the hall. Risky quickies that could get them caught any second. Blackmail, power games, and total surrender. These alpha men don’t ask—they take. They train eager mouths, claim every hole, and mark their territory with load after load of hot cum. Breeding. Deepthroat. Anal. Degradation. DDLG. BDSM. Raw, unprotected taboo fucking that leaves trembling thighs sticky and minds completely wrecked. If the thought of being owned, ruined, and bred by the men who raised you makes your cunt clench… welcome home, babygirl. Your men are already hard and waiting.

On the day of the World Rally Championship finals, I pressed the accelerator to the floor, ready for the final dash. The next moment, the engine exploded in a deafening roar, and thick smoke instantly filled the cockpit. Flames spread toward the fuel tank. I yanked at the door, desperate to jump out, but the handle wouldn’t budge, and the brakes felt welded in place. In that instant of despair, my husband’s voice came through the comms. “Attention, all teams, no need to rescue her. My wife is the Iron Racer! “For today’s live broadcast challenge, let’s see if she can drive this burning car across the finish line!” His co-commentator, recently recruited onto the team, chimed in with excitement. “Thomas, the sponsor just confirmed! As long as Jane holds on to the end, they’ll increase investment. I can get a permanent spot!” I understood instantly then that the husband on the commentary platform I had supported for years was using my life to pave the way for his mistress. Smoke clawed at my throat. However, I forced down the dizziness and begged, “For the sake of all our years together…” Only for him to cut me off with irritation. “Save your energy for driving. You’re skilled. Just hold on a little longer. Mandy’s promotion depends entirely on you.” The cockpit had become an inferno; my skin searing with every second. I gripped the blistering wheel, steering through the smoke for the last time. This time, my finish line was the commentary platform where the two of them were huddled together.

She spent six years loving him. Six years planning forever. But on the eve of her dream wedding, Adrianna Rodriguez is forced to watch it all shatter, her groom, Damien Blackwood, is marrying someone else. Not just anyone. Her dying sister. Katherina’s final wish? To wear the dress Adrianna was supposed to wear and to marry the man she thought was hers. It was supposed to be a sacrifice. It felt like betrayal. Offered half of Damien’s empire as compensation, Adrianna is left broken into pieces and silenced. But broken hearts don’t stay quiet forever. What happens when love demands too much? When family guilt disguises cruelty? When forgiveness is no longer an option? In a world of twisted loyalty and secrets buried as sacrifice, Adrianna must choose walk away quietly… or turn heartbreak into revenge. Extract “She wants to marry me,” Damien said, his voice thick with emotion. “It’s her last wish.” Adrianna’s breath caught in her throat. The perfect wedding, the life they had planned, the vows they were going to say all seemed to fall apart in front of her. “My wedding,” she whispered, her voice trembling with heartbreak, “was supposed to be our day.” Damien stepped closer, desperation in his eyes. “I’m offering you half my properties. Two million dollars. I want you to understand… this isn’t just about money. It’s about family.” Her jaw clenched. Anger began to burn inside her like a wildfire. “Compensation? Is that what I am to you? A deal? A consolation prize?”Something you can pay off?”

"Miss Blake, your attire was highly inappropriate for a classroom setting. I have standards to maintain. This conversation is over.” “That’s bullshit,” I shot back, placing my hands on his desk and leaning forward, giving him a clear view down the plunging neckline of my gown. “You stared. You lost focus. You couldn’t even finish your sentence. So don’t pretend this is about ‘standards.’ If my dressing bothers you so much, say it. Be honest for once.” His jaw tightened, but his voice remained cool and controlled. “I will not entertain this. Leave my office.” I opened my mouth to argue further when his pen slipped from his fingers and rolled off the desk. Without thinking, I bent down to pick it up, turning slightly so my ass was pointed toward him. My ass brushed directly against the front of his pants. I felt it. It was thick and hard. Pulsing with heat even through the fabric. I straightened up slowly, pen in hand, cheeks flushed. For a split second, I saw the raw hunger flash across his face before fury took over. Ava Blake is a 23-year-old scholarship Business senior naive in love but invincible in spirit. From the moment the devastatingly handsome and mysteriously cold Professor Damien Vale joined the faculty at the start of her senior year, Ava has been secretly obsessed with him. She daydreams about him constantly, even while struggling under heavy bullying.She's determined to make him hers no matter what it takes.

WARNING: Mature & Explicit Scenes. Her body is the price—his desire, the currency. Selene Vantorel never expected to be auctioned, but with her father's crushing debts and a stepmother who'd rather see her sold off than cared for, she has no choice. The one thing that still ties her to her late mother is on the line—the family estate. And to keep it, she offers herself to the highest bidder, no matter the cost. Mafia boss Raphael Delano is used to power and control, but when he lays eyes on Selene, his world tilts. There’s something familiar about her—something buried in the haze of his lost memory, triggered by the brush of her fingers against his skin. But beneath his curiosity, his desire for her touch burns like wildfire. She’s his, no matter what it takes. But this isn’t just about paying off the debt. She has a plan. She needs him to help her take everything back—her house, her family’s fortune, her revenge. In the darkness of his world, she knows he has the power to tear down her father’s empire. But she has a price of her own.“I want them to pay,” she whispers in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. “Help me get what’s mine, and you'll have my heart as well.”He leans in, brushing his lips against her neck, his voice thick with authority. "You’re already mine, Selene. But for you... I’ll destroy them all."Her enemies are about to become his, and in this dark, twisted game, the price of their love will be blood.

Tate flirts with danger the same way he flirts with men. Recklessly. So when his father’s debts land him in the hands of Enzo Moretti, a cold-blooded mafia boss with a smile as sharp as his threats, Tate should be terrified. Instead, he flirts harder, hiding sharp eyes behind thick glasses like he doesn’t see the monster watching him. But he does. He always did. Enzo is no ordinary criminal. He’s a werewolf with a body built to break, a past soaked in blood, and a temper barely kept in check. Tate is supposed to be collateral—silent, obedient, forgotten. But Tate? He’s loud, shameless, stubborn enough to make Enzo feel. For months, they circle each other—clashing, teasing, burning. Enzo should’ve killed him, but instead, he steals him. Holds him. Breaks him open until their craving for each other twists between punishment and pleasure, until need feels like worship, and pain starts to taste like love. Then, when Tate thinks he’s escaped, when he thinks he’s free—Enzo lets him go. When someone else tries to take what’s already his, Enzo doesn’t hesitate. He drags Tate back, and now the boy wears his name, carries his ring, and sleeps in his bed. Maybe Tate should hate him. But he doesn’t. Because he never wanted gentle. He never wanted safe. He wanted this—blinding, consuming desire. And Enzo? He doesn’t let go. Not when he’s tasted him. Marked him. Owned him. Because monsters like him don’t share. Not even with their own blood.

So she would not die. Lillia echoed in her mind. Not today. Then, something stronger coiled suddenly around her neck, tightening painfully as her voice escaped in a strained sound. “Ame… Lia—please—” Before Lillia could react, a violent force wrenched her away, dragging her into the darkness. Her fingers tore free of Amelia’s grasp, clutching only a ripped fragment of fabric as she was pulled farther and farther away. Lillia watched as Amelia receded into the distance, swallowed by the void, while the coldness and hostility around her deepened, pressing in from all sides. Her body was tossed and dragged as multiple unseen forces fought to claim her. The air grew thick with a foul stench, suffocating her senses as she was pulled deeper into the void, deeper toward a point of no return. But as her strength began to wane, Lillia closed her eyes, her breathing slowing to quiet as she reached inward toward Fenris. Fenris… I know you’re weak. But I know you’re still here. If you would give your last strength to save me, then I will give mine to save her. And if we perish… then we perish together. I cannot exist in a world without you, because you are part of me as I am part of you. Without you, something in me is lost forever. I am nothing without you. For a breathless moment there was nothing but coldness. Then—warmth flickered, then surged deep within, enveloping her as Fenris stirred. A faint whimper echoed in her mind, followed by a quiet voice. “Then… let us kick death in the teeth one last time.” —To be continued. >>>click to read<<<🪄✨