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Book Three: Chapter Nine
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Cravings, and Lustful Confessions. Book Four: A Cum-Stained Takeover: Fucking My Step-Family into Obedience
I woke up to the smell of bacon drifting under my door like a taunt. It curled through the crack at the bottom of my door, thick with butter and salt, the kind of smell that used to mean Saturday mornings with my dad. Now it only meant they were already downstairs, eating what was left of my life.I lay there for a minute, staring at the water stain on the ceiling above me. It had spread into the shape of a noose over the last year. I had insistently asked for money to renovate it, but then once again an orphan like me did not deserve such.I reached my hands downward, placing them over my stomach as it growled loud in the silence. I could not remember the last time I had a proper meal. Gianna never thought I was worth it.The only thing in my stomach was last night’s crusts of sandwiches she had left on the counter for me like I was some garbage disposal.I got out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans and a faded black T-shirt that had now turned gray.Fully dressed, I walked out of
Cravings, and Lustful Confessions. Book Three: Chapter Eleven
Perhaps I should have stopped when I saw how shaken up he was. I should have taken my cock out right there and held him in my arms.But I let my greedy self win, the one that had dreamed of this very moment forever, thinking it would never come true.I stayed there, buried fully to the hilt, giving him time to adjust. My hands gripped his hips tighter, feeling the tremors running through him. “So fucking tight, Nicholas. It feels unbelievable,” I rasped.Fuck. Being inside him felt so good. It was a freaking wall of pure clenched heat. He was too tight around my shaft, squeezing my cock so hard my vision blurred. The sensation was intoxicating.Nicholas was shaking, his face buried in the pillow, muffled sobs mixing with ragged breaths.I leaned down, chest pressed to his back, my lips brushing his ear roughly. “Breathe, bunny,” I murmured, my voice rough. “You’re taking me so fucking well.”A broken whimper answered me.I pulled back slow, just an inch, felt the drag of his body tryi
Cravings, and Lustful Confessions. Book Three: Chapter Ten
Content warning: this chapter contains dubious consent / borderline non-consent. The submissive protests right before penetration and is overruled.The ice in my whiskey glass clinked as I took a long, slow sip. The cool, smoky burn slid down my throat, adding to the pleasant buzz already humming through me.I was seated on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other. I was putting on a black suit jacket. It was unbuttoned and the only thing underneath was my bra.The black bra pushed my breasts up gently, and the black suit made it look even sharper. My trousers hugged my hips, the fabric cool against my skin, but underneath it my cock was already hard, pressing against the zipper just from thinking about him.I was holding a glass of cold whiskey in one hand, and I took a sip. Then I let the burn settle in my chest. I felt loose, a little drunk but in a good way.Tonight I had plans, ones that wouldn’t come true without my boyfriend’s ass.“Nicholas,” I called out calmly. “
Cravings, and Lustful Confessions. Book Three: Chapter Nine
"You look so gorgeous in this," I groaned low against his ear, teeth grazing the lobe just enough to make him shiver.My hands slid up his sides, then upwards, cupping his bare chest. Both palms were warm over his skin, fingers spreading wide. I squeezed gently, massaging in small circles, feeling his heart racing under my hands.His nipples were already hard little points, his breath coming in short gasps, and the way his skin trembled under my palms told me more than any moan could."So perfect," I groaned against his skin, then raised my eyes up to meet his in the mirror, watching every tremor on his face while I rolled one nipple between my fingers.His lips parted, a tiny sound slipping out."That's it," I twisted, just enough to sting. "Moan for me, baby."His eyes fluttered, knees almost buckling, but he stayed pressed to the glass, watching me watch him.I smiled at our reflection and twisted the other one the same way, slow and deliberate, never breaking eye contact in the mi
Cravings, and Lustful Confessions. Book Three: Chapter Eight
“I… I want to be your good boy.”The moment he said those words, my eyes widened, my heart swelling so big I couldn’t breathe.He was mine, finally.The thought made something warm bloom in my chest. A slow, deep feeling spreading through me until I couldn’t hold back the small smile pulling at my lips.“Good boy,” I whispered, and right there his lashes fluttered like the praise had hit him harder than any touch I had given him.I caressed his face softly with both my hands. His skin was warm under my palms, and he leaned into the touch without thinking.I brushed the last bit of tears from his beautiful face away, almost reverent. His admission played loud in my head, over and over again.I… I want to be your good boy.I leaned in and kissed him deep, pouring everything into it. My lips pressed hard against his, claiming, thanking, promising. He melted into me, a tiny whimper in his throat.When I pulled back his eyes stayed closed for a second, like he was floating.I brushed my th
Cravings, and Lustful Confessions. Book Three: Chapter Seven
The road back to the hotel was almost empty at this hour. The streetlights flashed across the windshield one after the other, painting Nicholas's face in pale gold each time we passed one.The car's engine was the only sound, cutting through the suffocating silence. My fingers were tight on the steering wheel, my gaze flicking from the road to Nicholas in the passenger seat.Every time I glanced over, every time I looked, Nicholas was the same: his shoulders were curved in, seatbelt cutting across his chest, and his eyes fixed on nothing. He hadn't said a word since we left the parking lot, since I spilled myself down his throat. He just stared out the window, looking so lifeless.Guilt ate its way upwards in me, growing bigger with each passing second.I had gone too far. Way too far.I saw the panic in his eyes at the club, the raw terror when I called him a cockslut, and still, still I fucking pushed him.I used his fear, his confusion, to force a truth out of him he wasn't ready t
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