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34. Sex Frat: You Have A Great Dick

Author: Hazeel
last update publish date: 2026-01-31 19:44:28

"You're fucking gorgeous," he said, and the sincerity in his voice made me feel beautiful in a way that had nothing to do with validation and everything to do with being genuinely desired. "You know that?"

Before I could respond, he hooked his fingers in my panties and dragged them down my legs, leaving me completely bare. Then he dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, grabbed my thighs, and pulled me toward his mouth.

"Oh fuck," I gasped as his tongue made contact, licking through my fol
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  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   491.

    My legs felt like jelly as I followed him through the dimly lit hallway, his broad back a wall of muscle moving with predatory grace. Every step made the oversized t-shirt brush against my soaked thighs, reminding me of how dripping wet I already was. *God, what the hell am I doing?* This was Damien—my stepbrother. The man who used to ignore me like I was furniture. Now his cum was still drying on my chin, and my pussy was throbbing so hard it ached with every heartbeat. I should’ve felt ashamed. Instead, all I felt was this burning, shameful need pooling low in my belly, making my clit pulse against the ruined fabric of my panties.He pushed open the door to the guest suite—the one he always used when he stayed here—and the second we were inside, he kicked it shut behind us. The click echoed like a gunshot. Before I could even catch my breath, he spun me around and pinned me against the wall, his massive body caging me in. One thick thigh shoved between my legs, pressing right up aga

  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   490. Bend you over the sink

    Water cascaded down his body like liquid sin. Every inch of him was carved muscle—broad chest, ridged abs glistening, that sharp V-cut leading down to the most obscene cock I’d ever seen. It was thick. Brutally thick. Long enough that he had to use both hands to stroke it properly. The head was swollen, angry red, leaking precum that mixed with the water as he pumped his fist up and down in rough, punishing strokes. Heavy veins pulsed along the shaft. His balls were tight and full, swinging slightly with every brutal tug.His head was thrown back, water streaming over his sharp jaw and down the strong column of his throat. His eyes were closed, brows furrowed in concentration. One hand braced against the glass wall, the other working his massive dick like he was trying to punish it.“Such a tight little virgin pussy,” he rasped, voice thick with lust. “You’d stretch so fucking pretty around me, wouldn’t you, baby? Fuck… look at you watching me.”My knees buckled. I grabbed the doorfr

  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   Fucking my Stepbrother

    Sienna;I was nineteen and stupidly horny for my stepbrother, Damien.The mansion felt too big, too empty with Mom and Dad gone on their month-long honeymoon in the Maldives. Just me, the hum of the air conditioning, and the kind of silence that made every creak of the floorboards sound like a secret. I’d come home from my first year of college two days ago, thinking I’d have the place to myself. Sleep late. Swim naked in the pool. Touch myself without worrying about thin walls.The moment he stepped into the marble foyer, the air shifted.I was halfway down the grand staircase in nothing but an oversized white t-shirt—his old t-shirt from years ago that I’d stolen from the laundry the last time he visited—when I heard the low rumble of his voice cursing at the driver. My bare feet froze on the cool marble. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted out.Damien.Seven years older. Six-foot-four of pure muscle and barely restrained violence. His black button-up was undone at the c

  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   488.

    We paid for the room in cash.Not his name. Not even mine. A motel off the highway with a soda machine that ate my dollar and a clerk who did not look up. Helen was at a conference until Sunday. Dana thought I was home. Grant had told the office he was sick. The lie had three moving parts and all of them held.Room 12. Ground floor. The bedspread was ugly. The AC rattled. I locked the door and the chain and turned around and he was already looking at me like the drive had cost him.“This is different,” I said.“I know.”No clock. No Helen in the next room. No roommate’s key. No movie. Just a bed we had bought for four hours and the sound of trucks on the road.He took his coat off. I took my dress off. We did not rush the way we rushed in bathrooms and cars. He sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled me between his knees and put his mouth on my stomach, then lower, then he laid me back and opened my legs and licked me like he had the time to learn it again.I came with my hand in h

  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   487.

    “Grant.”“I know.”She came again with her forehead on mine, shaking, her nails in my shoulders through the coat I had not taken off. I kept thrusting up into that tightness. I was close. I was past close. I should have pulled out. I had told myself in the driveway I would pull out.I did not.I came inside her with my teeth in her shoulder and my hand spread on her back and a groan I put into her skin. Pulse after pulse. She held me down on her and took it. The car smelled like sex and the pie and the cold.We stayed joined.My phone buzzed in the cup holder. Helen. I did not look.Claire lifted off me slow. I watched myself leave her. I watched it run down her thigh onto my back seat. She pulled her jeans up over it. I fixed my belt. My hands were not steady. Hers were.“Station,” she said.“Yeah.”I climbed back into the front. She did too. I started the engine. The heat came on and made it worse. I drove the rest of the way with both hands on the wheel and her silence in the passe

  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   486. Riding My Dick

    GrantI told Helen I would drive Claire to the station.Thanksgiving had been plates and a game nobody watched and Claire sitting across from me in a sweater that hid the mark I had put on her three weeks ago. She passed the potatoes. She laughed at her mother’s story. Under the table her bare foot found my ankle once and stayed there until I had to shift like a man with a cramp.Helen kissed her at the door. “Text me when you’re on the train.”“I will.”I put her bag in the trunk. I did not look at Helen when I got in the car. If I looked I would have turned the key and taken the long way to the station like a husband.I did not take the long way.I took the service road behind the old mill, the one that dead-ends at a gate and a stand of trees. I killed the engine. The tick of it was loud. Claire sat with her hands in her lap and watched the windshield fog at the edges.“You could have just dropped me,” she said.“I know.”“Helen is going to time the drive.”“I know that too.”I rea

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