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Dad's Best friend III

Author: Uj Kay
last update publish date: 2026-09-14 00:03:14

He came hard. Thick ropes of cum spilled over his fist and onto his stomach while he groaned my name one last time. The sound was raw and deep and so full of need that my own orgasm almost followed. I pressed my fingers hard against my clit and bit my lip until it hurt, forcing the moan to stay trapped in my throat. My legs shook. My pussy clenched around nothing.

I pulled my hand free while he was still breathing hard and wiped my wet fingers on the inside of my dress. Then I moved as quietly
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  • FORBIDDEN STORIES    Stepbrother’s Price X

    Dominic leaned close, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.“Come with me.”The quiet command sent a fresh pulse of heat through my still-sensitive body. I did not ask where. I simply rose when he did and followed him out of the dark theater into the carpeted hallway. My legs felt unsteady. The wetness from the orgasm he had given me in the seat had soaked through the thin fabric of my underwear and made every step a slick, intimate reminder.He led me past the concession stand and down a quieter corridor to the restrooms. The women’s room was empty when he pushed the door open. Fluorescent light hummed overhead. Tiled walls. A row of mirrors above white sinks. Dominic locked the main door behind us with a soft, decisive click. The sound sealed us in.“Face the mirror,” he said.My heart slammed against my ribs. I stepped up to the long mirror and stared at my own flushed reflection. Behind me Dominic’s dark figure filled the glass. He pressed against my back, one hand reaching aroun

  • FORBIDDEN STORIES    Stepbrother’s Price IX

    Dominic returned just after six, the cold of the city still clinging to his coat. I was sitting near the windows with a book I had not truly been reading when the elevator doors opened. He looked at me for a long moment, the same quiet intensity in his eyes that always made my pulse stumble, then crossed the room and stopped in front of my chair.“I want to take you out tonight,” he said. “Somewhere public. Where would you like to go?”The question caught me off guard. For days the penthouse had been the entire world he allowed me. The idea of leaving it, even under his control, sent a strange flutter through my chest.“The cinema,” I answered after a pause. It felt like the safest choice. Dark. Quiet. A place where I could disappear into someone else’s story for a few hours.Dominic nodded once, as if he had expected something simple. “Then dress up. Nothing too formal. I’ll wait.”I showered and stood in front of the closet he had filled for me. I chose black tailored trousers that

  • FORBIDDEN STORIES     Stepbrother’s Price VIII

    Morning light spilled across the bed in pale gold stripes. I woke slowly, body heavy and sore in places that still felt newly claimed. Dominic’s arm rested over my waist, solid and warm. For a few disoriented seconds, I simply lay there listening to the quiet rhythm of his breathing and the distant hum of the city far below the glass.The night before lived in my skin. The careful way he had opened me. The slow, relentless pleasure. The heat of him finishing inside me while soft words of praise fell against my mouth. I should have felt only anger or shame. Instead, a complicated ache sat low in my chest, tangled with the physical tenderness between my legs.Dominic stirred. His hand flexed once on my hip before he spoke, voice still rough with sleep.“You’re awake.”“Yes.”He pressed a slow kiss to the back of my shoulder, then another higher, near the curve of my neck. The simple contact made my pulse jump. I hated how easily my body responded to him now.“How do you feel?” he asked.

  • FORBIDDEN STORIES    Stepbrother’s Price VII

    I sat, then lay back against the dark sheets. He followed, still fully clothed, and settled beside me. One hand stroked from my collarbone down between my breasts, over my stomach, and lower, until his fingers rested just above the place where I ached most.“I’m going to touch you first,” he said. “I’m going to make sure this body is ready for me. You’ve never done this. I won’t hurt you more than necessary.”His fingers slipped between my thighs and found me already slick. The first direct stroke over my clit made my hips jerk. A small, startled sound escaped me. Dominic watched my face as he explored, learning the pressure and rhythm that made my breathing stutter. He circled the swollen bud slowly, then slid one finger lower and pressed carefully at my entrance.“Breathe,” he murmured. “Let me in.”The single finger sank into me with exquisite care. The stretch was ne

  • FORBIDDEN STORIES    Stepbrother’s Price VI

    Evening settled over the city in slow layers of violet and silver. I had spent the entire day moving through the penthouse like a guest who already knew she would never leave. I tried to read. I tried to eat. I tried not to replay the kiss from the morning—the controlled heat of his mouth, the way my body had answered before my mind could stop it. By the time the sky outside the glass walls turned fully dark, my nerves were pulled tight enough to snap.Dominic returned just after seven. He found me standing near the windows in the same cream sweater and black leggings he had left for me. He had changed into a black shirt with the sleeves rolled once and dark trousers. For a moment he simply looked at me across the wide space, the same calm intensity in his eyes that had followed me for years.“Come here, Ava.”My bare feet were quiet on the floor as I crossed him. He did not reach for me immediately. He studied my face as if measuring how much of the morning’s kiss still lived under my

  • FORBIDDEN STORIES    Stepbrother’s Price V

    I woke to the low sound of rain against the glass and the realization that I was no longer in my own bed.For a few disoriented seconds, I stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, at the soft gray light filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows, at the expensive quiet of a room that did not belong to me. Then everything returned in a single heavy rush. My mother’s voice. The debt. Dominic was standing in the living room of our old apartment telling me I was his.I sat up slowly. Someone had left a folded set of clothes at the foot of the bed: soft black leggings, a thin cashmere sweater the color of cream, underwear still in tissue paper. Everything is my size. The thought made my stomach tighten.I showered in the stone bathroom, dressed, and forced myself to open the door.Dominic was in the main living area, seated in a low armchair near the windows with a cup of black coffee and a tablet. He looked up when I entered. He had changed into a dark sweater and black trousers. The same calm,

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