Sinfully yours
‼️🔞WARNING: Readers advisory.
Sex, Smut, Cravings, Cock, Temptation all packed in one erotic adventure!!
I have always imagined my 34-year old stepdad behind me fucking me, kissing the nape of my neck slowly, deliciously, hands gripping on my waist pulling my flush to him.
I arched my back for more pressing my butt cheeks on his erection. Fuck.
I could feel the way the buldge press against my butt, making my pussy swollen and aching for more, instinctively I moved my hips grinding slowly to ease the painful desire I felt.
Wanted him to reach for my nipple, squeeze and pinch until a small moan escaped my lips, slowly let his tongue slid down from my neck to my breast.
Craved for him to stop then gave a wicked smile and suddenly grab my nipple in his mouth sucking and biting it.
My body trembled.
Not from fear.
But want.
Pleasure.
My thighs glistened, stained from sheer arousal.
Who says love can't draw you to the forbidden one. Olivia has always been obsessed with her stepfather- Lucian. A 34 year old with a cock that would rip her into pieces, But still she yearns for him, Craves for him.
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Chapter: Thirty- three.~Olivia~ Diane insisted I get out of the house. “You’ve been cooped up all day,” she said, standing in my doorway with her arms crossed, already dressed like she’d made the decision for both of us. “You need air. And I need company.” I wanted to say no. My body still felt wrong—heavy, sensitive, like it hadn’t caught up with time yet. Walking was easier than it had been in the morning, but not effortless. Every movement reminded me of yesterday in ways I didn’t want to unpack. Still, staying inside felt worse. “Fine,” I said finally. “But nothing crowded.” Diane smiled like she’d won something. “Deal.” We ended up a few streets away, at a small open café near the edge of town. It wasn’t busy—just a handful of tables, the hum of distant traffic, music playing low enough to be ignored. The sun was warm but not harsh, and for the first time all day, my shoulders loosened a fraction. Diane talked. About school. About people I barely knew. About nothing that mattered. I let her.
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-01-13
Chapter: Thirty-three.~Olivia~I noticed it the moment I tried to stand.Not pain exactly—nothing sharp or dramatic—but a deep, persistent soreness that lived along my thighs, inside my hips, like my body had been pushed past something it hadn’t been ready for. The friction of movement made me wince. My legs felt heavy, overused, sensitive in a way that made every step deliberate.I stayed still for a moment, sitting on the edge of my bed, letting the room breathe around me.Morning hadn’t fully decided what it wanted to be yet. The light filtering through the curtains was thin, pale, almost apologetic. Dust hung in the air like it had secrets of its own. My room looked exactly the same as it always did—posters slightly crooked, books stacked in uneven piles, the chair by the desk still holding yesterday’s clothes—but it didn’t feel the same.It felt watched.I flexed my toes, then my calves. The soreness answered back immediately, a quiet reminder I didn’t ask for. I swallowed and stood anyway, gripping t
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-01-06
Chapter: Thirty-one.~Olivia~ “It's your turn.” I gluped nothing, just staring—staring at the juicy head of his cock...mouth watering and pussy stinging with need. Slowly I got on my knees, and leaned in forward covering my mouth on his cock. I could hear Rowan curse, a very long one at that. “Come on, Olivia. Show me what you've got” he groaned. I smiled with slowly bobbing my head forward and backward, gagging as his cock hit my throat but I kept going...seeing how Rowan easily melted under my touch, how his hands racked around my head steadying me for support. “That's it.. Am going to cum in this sweet mouth of yours.” he grunted, moving his hips forward... slamming harder into my mouth. Tears prickled the corner of my eyes, saliva slipping down from my lips—he looked at me, eyes burning with undeniable hunger. Still fucking my mouth. I wanted him now. Buried fucking deep in me. I tried to pull away but he held me tighter. “Am not letting go of your fucking mouth without filling it with my
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-01-04
Chapter: Thirty.~Olivia~That was the first thing I noticed when the sky began to lighten—not exhaustion, not dreams, but the way my thoughts had been pacing all night like something trapped.Lucian’s words still clung to me.The letter.The silence.My room felt unfamiliar, like it had shifted slightly when I wasn’t looking. The curtains stirred with the breeze from the open window, moonlight thinning into early dawn.I should have closed it.I knew that the moment I heard it.A sound—not loud, not sudden. Just… wrong.Fabric brushing against brick.A careful inhale that wasn’t mine.My body froze before my mind caught up.Someone was in my room.I sat up slowly, heart slamming so hard it hurt, my gaze snapping to the window just as a shadow detached itself from the dark.“Don’t scream,” a voice whispered.I sucked in a breath anyway.Rowan.He crouched on the windowsill like he’d done this a hundred times before, one hand gripping the frame, the other raised in a placating gesture. His hair was mes
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-01-01
Chapter: Chapter-Nine.~Olivia~The house doesn’t settle after truths come out.I go out after sunset.Not to escape—but to remember.The air is cooler near the old café by the river. It’s where I used to come before everything became layered and sharp and complicated. Before I learned that silence could bruise worse than words.I don’t expect to see Rowan.That’s a lie.I always expect him.He’s leaning against his car like he hasn’t aged a day—hands in pockets, posture casual, smile already forming like he’s been waiting for this exact moment. Like time paused just long enough for him to step back into my life without consequence.“Still walk like you’re arguing with the ground,” he says.I stop short. “Still talk like you’re entitled to my attention?”He grins. Same grin. Dangerous because it knows me.“Missed you too.”I should leave.Instead, I cross my arms. “What do you want, Rowan?”He straightens, expression shifting—not serious, but quieter. “To see if you’re real.”I scoff. “That’s pathetic.”“Ye
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-12-30
Chapter: Twenty-Eight.~Lucian~There are some silences that rot.They don’t scream, don’t shatter glass or slam doors. They sit. They breathe. They wait—until you forget they’re there, until one day you realize they’ve eaten through everything you were trying to protect.That was how the house felt after the letter went missing.Quiet in a way that was wrong.I noticed it the morning after Olivia had been in my study.Not because anything was disturbed—she was careful, she always had been—but because the drawer didn’t feel right when I opened it. There’s a difference between a drawer opened by time and one searched by intent.The folder was still there.The envelope was still there.But it had been touched.My chest tightened, sharp and irrational, the way it always did when I realized she’d been closer to the truth than I’d allowed. Closer to me.I stood there longer than necessary, fingers resting against the edge of the desk, eyes fixed on the cream-colored envelope as if it might open itself and confes
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-12-28
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