เข้าสู่ระบบThen he pushed lower.Over the shorts. Between my legs. The heel of his hand pressed where I was already soaked. I jerked. A sound ripped out of me, small and ugly and real.Mom’s chair scraped in the kitchen.Matteo froze with his hand on my pussy.We both looked at the doorway.Her shadow moved. Did not enter. The phone call kept going. She was pacing.He did not take the hand away.He pressed once, slow, and felt exactly how wet the cotton had gone. A curse left him, barely sound. His cock kicked against my ass.“Fuck,” he whispered. “Nora.”“Please.” I did not know if I meant stop or don’t.“Not with her in the next room.” His mouth was on my ear now. Not a kiss. Worse than a kiss. “You understand me? If I keep this hand here I’m going to put it inside the shorts. If I do that, I don’t stop.”I pushed back into him anyway. Stupid. Hungry. His breath broke.He dragged his hand up like it burned him and grabbed my hip instead, hard enough to leave a print. The other hand was still o
Not all the way hard, but getting there. I bit the inside of my cheek.“Stay soft,” he said.“That’s nicer,” Mom said, eyes on the little screen. “The last take she looked like she wanted to run. This one looks like she wants to stay. Keep going. I need to take this call.”She stood, phone already at her ear, and walked toward the kitchen. She did not close the door all the way. The camera was still recording. The red light on the tripod was a tiny, stupid pulse. I could see a sliver of her through the doorway. Her shoulder. The side of her head. If she turned, she would see us.Matteo didn’t step back.His stomach rose against my back. I tried to copy it. Every breath pressed my ass into him. I felt his dick through his jeans. He was thick. A sound tried to leave my mouth but I swallowe it.“Good,” he said, “that's just standing. The camera will need more than that.”His right hand stayed on my stomach. Then the left one moved up slowly. Over my ribs. I knew where it was going and I
Later that day…My stepfather's thumbs dragged over my nipple through my shirt…and I was already so wet.Mom looked up from the script in her lap and smiled like I had finally done the homework. She'd asked him to do this. To teach me how to audition for an adult movie role.This was the part I kept repeating in my head so I would not make a sound I wasn't supposed to…She wanted me ready for the camera. She wanted me famous. She wanted her famous husband to walk me through the scenes that I was too scared to shoot with a stranger.“That’s it. That’s the sound. Matteo, whatever you just did, keep it.” my mother said.His hand was still on my waist. Warn and heavy. We were in the living room with the curtains pulled and a phone on a tripod because Mom wanted to see the frame. I had on a thin white shirt and sleep shorts. Matteo stood behind me in a dark shirt, sleeves rolled, the same body I had watched across our breakfast bar for six years.He did not look at her. He looked at the pl
I shut my eyes….He waited long enough and then the shadow left.I slid down the door and sat on the floor with my knees pulled up. Fuck, I could still see him. The open jeans. The wet shine on his cock. The way he looked at the screen instead of her face, like the shot mattered more than the woman under him. I put one hand over my mouth and shoved the other into my shorts, and I was so slick it was disgusting. I rubbed myself the way I had in the dark for years, only now I had the picture, and I came so hard my thighs shook and a sound still tried to get past my palm. I hated myself for it. I did it again anyway, slower, chasing the part where he told her not to go quiet, until I was empty and worse than when I started.I am Nora. I'm eighteen. Six years ago, Matteo married my mother and moved his film star life into our house and I've wanted him since I got old enough to understand what that was.He has been careful with me since then. Coffee. Rides. Hallway goodnights. A hand on m
1NORA“Harder, Matteo…Harder…”The sound hit me in the hallway before I saw anything. I had only come down for water. The house was dark except for the flicker under the TV room door, and I thought Mom had fallen asleep in front of a cut the way she did after wrap days. I should have turned around, but instead, I pushed the door a finger’s width instead.Mom’s old streaming film was playing on the screen. The girl on the bed had her face, younger, hair longer, a man buried between her thighs while the camera sat on her open mouth. The same thing was happening in the room.Matteo, her husband and my stepdad had her bent over the arm of the couch. His jeans were shoved down just far enough. Her dress was rucked to her waist. One of his hands was fisted in her hair and the other was locked on her hip, and he was watching the screen while he fucked her like the clip was a set of notes.“Fuck! Take it,” he said, low and sure, the same voice he used on a set. “Just like that. Let them he
The way her tight ring stretched around my cockhead, that delicious resistance before she opened up and swallowed me whole. The heat. The pressure. The way she pushed back against me even when it hurt. I felt like a god watching my cum leak from her pussy while I destroyed her asshole. She was my toy, my secret, my obsession—and she loved every brutal second of it.Out by the pool, under the open sky where anyone could’ve seen us, I lost the last shred of restraint. Fucking her throat while eating her sloppy, cum-filled cunt. Then railing her ass again while she screamed loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. Filling her up over and over until she was shaking, leaking, and still begging for more with those desperate eyes.Now, hours later, she’s curled up against my chest in my bed, fast asleep. Her body is covered in my marks—hickeys on her tits, fingerprints on her hips and ass, her lips swollen from sucking my cock. Cum is still slowly dripping out of both her holes onto m







