LOGINBelle's POV
The house is too quiet without him.Victor left this morning for one of his “business trips”, three days, maybe four, depending on how many necks need stepping on in the next city over.He kissed me goodbye in the foyer like always: firm, possessive, the kind of kiss that reminds me I wear his ring and carry his name.I smiled sweetly, told him to be safe, watched the black SUV disappear down the drive.Then I locked the front door, turned off the security cameras in the east wing, and let the real quiet settle in.I’ve known Julius was watching me for weeks.Not just the accidental glimpses, the way his eyes linger too long when I bend to pick something up, or how his jaw tightens when Victor’s hand rests on the small of my back.No.I’ve felt the weight of his stare like a physical touch.In the kitchen that morning, when Victor had me bent over the counter and I looked up to finMorning comes a bit too slowly.My body is still in yesterday, still craving more of my stepfather, still high off the orgasm he gave me with just his words. It’s nice to know that he wants me like I want him too.My fears were all in my head, maybe if I push a bit harder, he’ll let me have him.All I can think of is the swell of his cock, he probably thinks I didn't notice but I did, it is too hard to pretend I didn't see the very thing that is causing me to get wet first thing in the morning.“God…” I whimper and press my thigh together, everything is torture, the dull ache between my thigh and the wetness seeping out from between my lips is too much.On cue, I hear the shower start down the hallway from my parents’ bathroom and I bite my lips as a thought flashes through my mind.My mom will be gone for the entire day, which means Jason can be mine again…I'm sure he would appreciate the company, right?I want to go in there and let him know that he can have me the way I want to hav
We are both silently daring each other in the dark, he knows just what I want but he doesn’t want to give me.I shudder from the cold air wafting in from the window. “You should go to sleep, Lily. The storm is going to be raging for a long time” Jason says and I ignore him, I don’t more. “I can’t sleep…not with how I feel right now” I say softly but loud enough for him to hear me, it’s between us, professor and student. He lets out a hard breath, and I just know I can give it a try, maybe if he realizes how much I need to learn from him, he will give in to me. Even with just the occasional lightening and moonlight filtering in through the window, I can make out how gorgeous he is.“Jason…I really can’t stop take my mind away from the bathroom” I whisper. The words slide out of my mouth like silk, seductive and calculated. “I have tried on my own many times since that day” I say and
Dinnertime.The only sounds that can be heard is coming from the cutleries and I have my head down to avoid looking at Jason the way I've been doing all day long. I know he's sneaking glances at me just as I have been sneaking glances at him.It's awkward because when I finally decided to be bold and initiate eye contact, he looks away, refusing to look at me.My mom, the woman who has been sick these days is picking at her food. She made it but isn't eating any of it. She's tapping away at her phone even though she's sick with a serious illness, ever a workaholic and never a wife. I notice a lot of things about my parents ever since I got back from my dorm at the campus. Being away from home made me envy my mom for scoring Jason, but now…I despise her for how she treats him. He's too good a man to be ignored and neglected like that. Yet, Jason remains such a good hu
A gift for all my slow romance erotica lovers, a short story from: dividing and conquering the professor I,II,III Lily's POV With my tongue tucked in my cheeks, I press the new toy against my pussy wall and the strong vibration causes my body to shake. “Ahh…” the small whimper that slips out, bounces off the bathroom wall.Biting my lips and pressing my thighs together only makes my moans come out louder.It's been too long since I got fucked, too long that a vibrator feels like paradise to me at the moment.“Oh…fuck” I whisper to myself as the toy presses a spot inside me, I know I'm doing it wrong but I just need to…I just need to cum.I lift my pussy juice stained hand to my left breast and squeeze it softly, the small mound feels extra sensitive today, I tweak the nipples and moan again.“Hmm…please…J-jason” I whine and bite down on my plump lips
Kendall's POVThe room is filled with our heavy breathing and Travis puts on the shower to mute our sounds.Well aware of the staffs that would be outside the door working.I look up at him as he eyes my body, watching jets of warm water cascade down my body, making me even wetter but nothing close to the wetness between my thighs.In no time the shower room is thick with lust and he walks close to me, taking slow steps like a predator.A predator I want to ravish me completely.I don't care that the world outside is going on, nothing matters here between both of us.Step daddy and daughter.I don't care that his wife, my own mom is in the car, probably checking her phone impatiently, waiting for us to hurry up.The thought of her sitting there, oblivious, while we’re in here makes my stomach flip in the best way.She knew nothing about him fucking me in the water and it feels so good.My step daddy hold my chin up and press our lips together for another kiss, this time Travis’s kiss
Kendall's POV“We don't have time, I need to get to work” mom says when we get out of the pool.“Go shower, both of you” she says and my step daddy and I look at each other, already knowing what would happen if we do.“I'll be in the car, okay?“ She says and waves at us, shooing us into the small space and I stumble.Travis places his hand on the small of my back to keep me steady and when we step in, the door to the shower room clicks shut behind us.My breath catches with anticipation at the sound of it shutting, sharp and final in the quiet space.Slowly, I turn around to look at Travis with my cheeks burning red, being in the water feels different from standing here with him.Just us.The room is small and feels even more intimate than it should as I stand there with my bare feet and my wet body.Travis reaches behind him and turns the lock.As the bolt slides into place securely, my heart starts to pound again, not from fear of the water anymore, but from the weight of what we’ve







