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A Forbidden Taste with My Stepfather (Steamy Short Stories) Book 2: Chapter 4
"An insect climbed up on Lena. Don't worry." Daddy scowled, took hold of my waist, and pulled my hips toward him. I felt my toes curling up when Daddy's cock instantly filled me up. It was as if this were my punishment for disobeying him."YESSS! I - I'm fine, Mom." I was just adapting your husband's swollen dick. It was incredibly arousing to think that my pussy was possibly being torn apart by Daddy's hot dick.Neither of us moved. Once my fluids covered Daddy's glans, he started thrusting more forcefully and quickly."Mm..." I bit my lip tightly, but a low moan slipped out anyway.Daddy threw my bra on his phone, trying to cover up our sinful act from Mom's discovery. "Is this comfortable? Does it feel good when I fuck you?" Daddy held onto my waist, slapped my buttocks, and stared at the wanton expression on my face."YES, FUCK!" Feeling daddy's thick shape again, I was still shocked, even unsure who I was even talking to. I moaned, pushing my hips back against his dick."Lena? Th
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I gasped when I put his heat and the hardness of his huge dick slide between my folds. Daddy let out a loud grunt and rubbed his shaft down my moist lips, pushing his dick deeper. This was what I wanted. I started to grind it back and forth. My pussy gave in to daddy's fat dick, and water kept flowing.Daddy's erection rubbed hard against my entry from the glans to the bottom as he jerked his hips forward to match my rhythm. We rubbed against each other, the sound growing louder and wetter. The ground was getting stained by my juice seeping into the earth."Look how wet you've gotten. You could water the flowers." Daddy said and spanked my ass hard.I let out a low gasp, like something was driving me. "Let me water your glans, daddy."Daddy breathed unevenly, "Your mother is photographing us. She'll find out.""No, she would feel that everything is her material." I exposed my black bra by pushing my T-shirt up to my neck. "I bought this for you, Daddy. Only you can take it off. Come o
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The phone rang just after the shoot. She came back into the room and told us, "They want new photos," she said. "Today."Daddy looked up from the bar. "That fast?" He wiped the rum off his lips with his thumb."They loved the test shots," she replied, already opening her laptop. "But the editor says the cover needs something stronger. More intimacy. Maybe something with your bare back."I swallowed hard. Was he going to take his clothes off?"They need them by tonight," she added. "If we miss this window, they'll move on. Let's go."She didn't ask. She never did when work reached this stage. She chose Adrian's garden—a lavender garden."Long focus," she said. "They don't need details. They need the feeling." From where she stood, we were shapes. Lines. Movement.Daddy and I were left among the lavender hedge, about 300 feet away from my mother.From that distance, whatever happened between us would register as shape and shadow, nothing more.My top was thin. Every shift of my shoulder
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Introduction:He dragged my bra off with his other hand while bowing his waist like a rutting deer."No, no. My body and my hips are all yours!" To prove what I said, I raise my crotch high to press on him, "It's wet because of you."Every part of my body seemed to burn as he touched it.***"Lena, don't move. Turn your chin toward Adrian."My mother's voice echoed through the loft she called her studio. Light stood crowded in the corners, cords snaked across the floor, and the air felt heavy with expectation.I adjusted my posture, trying not to tense. It was hard because Adrian, my stepfather, was standing bright next to me, sooo close I could almost kiss him. If I leaned forward even slightly, our lips would... just in front of my mother. The thought came uninvited, reckless, and sudden.My stepfather didn't pose like someone trying to be seen. He never had. He carried himself with an ease that drew attention without demanding it—straight postu
A Forbidden Taste with My Stepfather (Steamy Short Stories) Book 1: Chapter 5 f*cking her in silence
I crossed the carpet without a sound and sat beside him, not too close at first then closer until my thigh pressed against his.Mom didn't stir."Out cold," he murmured, and I nodded my head."She won't hear a thing." I added as I reached over slowly, fingers brushing the front of his pants. He was already hardening again thick and insistent, straining against the soft cotton. I palmed him through the fabric, slow circles, feeling him twitch and swell under my touch. His jaw clenched; a muscle jumped in his cheek but he stayed perfectly still otherwise.I tugged the waistband down just enough, quiet, careful and freed him. Hot skin met cool air and I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking once, twice, long, deliberate pulls that made his abs tighten and his breath hitch almost inaudibly.He shifted barely spreading his thighs a fraction wider, giving me room. His hand came to the back of my neck, not gripping, just resting there, thumb stroking the sensitive skin behind my ear like
A Forbidden Taste with My Stepfather (Steamy Short Stories) Book 1: Chapter 4 Blow job
“Fuck,” he exhaled, more air than sound. His hand was already at my waist, fingers digging in just hard enough to say I heard you, I want to hear it again. But he didn’t move closer. Not yet.He looked toward the doorway, then back at me. Pupils blown wide. Jaw tight. The same war playing across his face that I felt twisting low in my stomach: we shouldn’t crashing headlong into I don’t care.“You’re gonna get us both killed,” he murmured, voice gravel-rough, but his thumb had already started slow, circles over the drawstring at his waist.“Then we better be quick.”I reached between us, bold and shaking, and palmed him through his pants. He sucked in a sharp breath, forehead dropping to mine. “Jesus, fuck don’t.” But he didn’t pull away.Instead his hips jerked into my hand once, twice, helpless little thrusts that made heat flood between my legs. I didn’t wait for permission.I shoved his hand aside and yanked the pants down in one rough tug.They pooled at his ankles and his cock
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