I was ten when my stepdad joined the family. He was my best friend and cared for me so much that I became more attached to him than my own mother. ​Everything changed when I turned eighteen. My love for him turned into a craving I couldn't control. For years, I wanted him, but the forbidden line kept us apart. ​Coming home for school break, I found him more attractive than ever. That first night back, I caught my stepdad in his study, watching porn and stroking a dick that made my boyfriend's dick look like a toy. The shock was electric, especially when he moaned my name and cummed on my bikini picture. ​The next morning, during breakfast. Our neighbor had borrowed my chair, so my mom told me to sit on my stepdad’s lap for the breakfast. ​Right there, while my mother ate her food and talked to us, things turned naughty. I let him fuck me, and fill me up with his hot seed right under her nose. Even after all that, I was still not satisfied. I wanted more.

"Does my son fuck you this good? No? Then take this dick like a good girl," my father in-law had me bent over the kitchen counter, hand clamped over my mouth to muffle my moans, while his son ..my husband called my name from upstairs. ** You think you know what you're getting into? You don't have a freaking clue. This isn't some tasteful romance where the camera pans away. This is the raw, uncut NC-17 version of your filthiest 3 am fantasies...the ones you would never admit to anyone, not even yourself. We're talking Daddies who don't ask for permission because you already gave it with those desperate eyes. Men old enough to be completely off limits but experienced enough to make you forget your own name. They'll bend you over their desk, fuck you silent at family dinners and make you call them Daddy, while reminding you how young and tight you are. Trigger warnings? Everything here is designed to trigger you. Age gaps that'll get you disowned. Rough hands leaving fingerprints bruises on your hips. Choking that blurs your vision while he calls you his perfect little slut. Public sex in places around because one man didn't enough. These men don't make love...they fuck, claim, own. They'll use every hole like it belongs to them, because it does. Degrade and worship you on the same breath. Call you their dirty girl while balls deep making you scream. If you need gentle romance, respectful heroes, and fade to black scenes...run. this might traumatize you. But if you're still here, thighs clenched, heartbeat racing, knowing exactly what you want and unafraid to take it.... Be a good girl, turn that page and let Daddy show you what you've been missing.

"Crawl to Daddy on your hands and knees, little whore. I want to see you beg for this dick before I split you open and breed that dripping cunt " * Daddy's Naughty Pet is a collection for readers who are tired of vanilla bullshit and want stories about people who fuck like their lives depend on it. Five chapters each of the raunchiest most depraved scenarios that'll make you wet, hard and wondering what's wrong with you for loving it. The stepmom who accidentally walks in on her stepson jerking off and decided to help. The personal assistant who schedules meetings that are really just fuck sessions on the conference table. The priest who breaks his vows with a parishioner on the confessional. The doctor who gives very hands on examinations. Every character is controlled by their cravings. The married woman sneaking out to get talked by her ex because her husband's dick doesn't satisfy. The college girl who fucks her entire fraternity in one night the business man who keeps a submissive in his penthouse. This collection is shameless, filthy, degenerate smit with zero redeeming qualities. And that's exactly why you'll devour every word. Ready? Now flip that page like that good little girl you are.

My mother might have his wedding vows, but I am his darkest obsession. Ever since that first boundary was crossed on the terrace, our affair thrives on the adrenaline of almost getting caught. We exploit her predictable routines—stealing rushed, filthy encounters in the cramped laundry room while she takes her ten-minute showers, and pushing our luck against the kitchen counter while she listens to podcasts just one room away. But Jacob's demands are growing dangerously bold. To punish me, he forces me to wear a remote-controlled vibrator to a family dinne. In a house built on such reckless lies, our absolute ruin is only a matter of time.

After accidentally witnessing her stepdad, Paul, taking her mother against the hood of his Jeep, something dangerous awakens inside Ivy. And the worst part? Paul knows exactly what she saw—and exactly what it did to her. What begins as stolen touches in a tent, with her mother just inches away, quickly turns into a reckless, secret affair back home. From tense encounters in his home office to risky moments in the kitchen and laundry room, the line between right and wrong disappears. By day, Paul plays the perfect husband. In private, he’s controlling, intense, and impossible to resist. Caught between guilt, adrenaline, and a thrill she can’t deny, Ivy knows she’s crossing every boundary— and she doesn’t want to stop.

Henry was the perfectly composed gentleman who raised me , until that night. Overhearing him ruthlessly claim my mother awakened a monster inside me. I was no longer content being his "princess"; I was dying to be his prey. During a family camping trip, I lured him to a stream. That night, with my mother sleeping mere feet away, he claimed me in the dark. Now, our home has become a labyrinth of secret havens—from the home gym to the dining room table. My mother praises his "renewed devotion," never realizing her husband is obsessed with stretching me to my absolute limit.

Since the day Blake moved in as my mother’s new husband, I’ve been suffocating under a forbidden obsession. I thought it was my secret—until I caught him claiming my mother in a cinema restroom stall, only to realize he had known I was watching the whole time. Later that night at a haunted theme park, the terrifying atmosphere pushed me right into his arms. When a scare actor split our group, Blake dragged me into a cryo pod to hide. Trapped together, my mother stood just inches away, pressing her face directly against the glass to search for us. In that breathless, terrifying silence, Blake and I crossed the line. But the thrill of the risk was a drug, and what started in the shadows was about to consume every corner of my mother's perfect life.

Eric had been the perfect stepdad—protective, caring, and essentially my best friend. But everything changed the night before my eighteenth birthday. I came home to the heavy sounds of him ruthlessly dominating my mother. I shouldn’t have watched. I definitely shouldn’t have slipped my hand between my legs, desperately wishing it was me taking his thick length. The next morning, we left for my milestone birthday camping trip. Thanks to a packing mistake, we were forced to share a single, cramped tent and one mattress. In the pitch-black space, with my mother sleeping just inches away, the forbidden line was completely obliterated. He didn't just touch me; he claimed me right behind her back, burying himself inside me while she slept. And once I tasted the dangerous, suffocating thrill of stealing my mother's perfect husband, I knew I was completely corrupted—and I couldn't wait for more.