LOGINSOFEYA'S POV I was now on top of Daddy's face, moaning as he used his tongue to suck my tight clit.Rachel was below, riding his big cock as I moved back and forth, riding his face with my big ass. Daddy spreads out my ass cheeks apart and dips his spits into my tight hole before dipping his tongue inside of me. Making sure to lick me clean.I grabbed his torso and dug my nails into his as I rode him harder. Watching Rachel ride his cock was enough to send me over the edge, but I kept trying to hold it off for as long as possible because it feels so fucking good to have him sucking my clit.“Mmhhh.” I moaned hard as he sucked faster.I watched as his cock swell and then I grind myself against his face faster, desperate to finish so that I can fuck him too.I was needy, I wanted that cock in my holes.“Yes, suck my clit, stepfather,” I whisper breathlessly and all it took was a few more strokes. He moved his tongue up and down my pussy, sucking in my clit, before moving back up to
Explicit graphic content ahead. Rated 18+Theme : Step daughters romance × Daddy's knit × Sexually gray characters.SOFEYA’S POVIt was hot outside today. The sun was glaring at me and my twin sister, Rachel. I was relaxing near the pool. Sweat running down my back and inner thighs. We were at our step father's estate for the Summer because our mother was too busy living her best life with her friends in Paris. And even though Rachel and I had our own plans, it's not so bad hanging out here after all. I glanced over at where our step father. He's sitting on a porch wearing a short sleeve grey shirt with black shorts on. He had newspaper on his hand. And then a glass of wine on the table in front of him.He's been so busy these past weeks even though it was Summer and he was supposed to be having some time off with us.My eyes moved down to his naked torso that was glistening with sweat. His brown hair falls across his forehead and even though he was graying in a few spots, he stil
CHAPTER THREE SOPHIA'S POV He was gone when I woke up. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling and listened to my apartment. There was nothing to listen to, no shower running, no movement in the kitchen, no sound of another person existing anywhere in my space. I sat up slowly and looked at the empty cushion beside me where the indent of him was still there, still warm when I pressed my hand into it. I pulled my hand back and stood up. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and looked at my face in the mirror for a long moment. At the smudged mascara sitting in the hollows under my eyes and the state of my hair. I turned the shower on and stepped in and stood under the water with my palms flat against the tiles and my eyes closed. It was one night, I told myself, feeling the hot water run down my back and the steam fill up the small space around me. I had known that walking in. I had been the one who said come inside and I had been the one who pulled him down toward
BRYAN'S POV Day two started with me sitting across from Kene at the same table, same courtyard, same drinks, and him looking at me like a man who was already mentally spending a thousand dollars that wasn't his yet."The clock is ticking," he said."I know when the clock is ticking Kene.""Just saying." He leaned back. "Because you're sitting here and she's not."Taye laughed into his drink.I didn't respond. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through nothing and thought about the coffee shop floor and the look on her face when she had snatched her hand back and the way she had walked out of there with her chin still up even while she was clearly dying of embarrassment.Sophia did not let things show. That was the thing about her. I put my phone away and stood up."Where are you going?" Taye asked."To be interesting," I said, and left them at the table.I found her at the same coffee shop.She was sitting at a corner table with her ice cream in front of her, one of those small cups
Intro: He made a bet he was going to taste her. He didn't expect her to taste like something he'd want to keep. CHAPTER ONE BRYAN'S POV She walked past the courtyard the same kind of way she always did. Back straight, chin up, the kind of walk that said she knew exactly where she was going and had no interest in anything happening on either side of her path. Her dress was white and fitted, her bag on one shoulder, phone on the other hand. She didn't look at any of us once. She never looked at any of us. "There she goes," Kene said from across the table, leaning back in his chair with his drink in his hand, watching her the way everyone watched Sophia when she walked through a space. Like they couldn't help it and weren't particularly trying to. "Every single day." Taye shook his head slowly. "Every day that woman walks past here like the rest of us are furniture." "Because to her we are," Kene said, and laughed. I watched her turn to a corner and she disappeared. I had be
CHAPTER TWO DAMIEN'S POV She didn't stir up when I parked.I cut the engine and sat there for a moment listening to the quiet, looking at her where she was still slumped against the window, one hand loose in her lap, her breathing slow and even. The mansion security light caught the side of her face and she looked exactly the way she had looked at every red light on the way here. Soft and unbothered. Completely unaware of what she had done to my head in the last forty minutes.I got out and walked around to her side of the car.When I opened the door she tilted slightly with it, and I caught her before she could go anywhere, sliding one arm under her knees and one behind her back and lifting her out of the seat. Her arms were loose at her sides for a moment and then, somewhere between asleep and not, her hands found their way around my neck and stayed there, her fingers light against my collar, her face turned into my shoulder.I stood there for one second longer than I needed t
CHAPTER FIVE The first seven days after Mia left felt like living inside a dream that Lana never wanted to wake from. Every morning she opened her eyes to sunlight pouring through the master bedroom curtains and his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Every night she fell asleep with her head
CHAPTER TWO Lana stood frozen against the bathroom door while the words still echoed in her ears. He had just told her to let him help her finish properly. His knees pressed into the marble floor as he knelt right in front of her. The amber nightlight painted golden stripes across his broad shoul
CHAPTER EIGHT Amara spent the morning weaving through the house to avoid Jace. After breakfast, where her mother’s sharp glance had nearly unraveled their secret, she lingered in the kitchen, scraping crumbs from her barely touched toast into the trash can. Her fingers trembled as she stacked pla
CHAPTER FOUR Lana opened her eyes to the soft chime of Mia’s alarm filtering through the thin wall at exactly seven o’clock in the morning. She rolled onto her back and pressed her face deep into the pillow that still carried his scent from the night before. Her entire body ached with the sweete







