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The DILF (18+ Only) [COMPLETED]

The DILF

By: KanyeInterruptedMe

14 parts/Complete

[The Dad I'd Like to F*ck: Follow to Read the First 8 Chapters BEFORE You Add to Your Reading List] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery."

"So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly.

To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit."

Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue."

A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me."

She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

The VIP

By: KanyeInterruptedMe

14 parts/Complete

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.]

There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place – Mikhail's wedding.

"You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear.

Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her.

"Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me."

"Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear.

Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included.

Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear.

"Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control.

"Only this time, it will be my name you scream."