LOGINMy step brother’s cock part 3
Elena Pov
“Mum is back… fuck,” I muttered as I jumped to my feet and quickly pulled on my dress, my fingers fumbling as I tried to fix it. My hands were shaking, and my heart was beating too fast, like it was trying to jump out of my chest.
“Elena, Elena, where are you?” Mum called, her voice getting closer as I heard her footsteps on the stairs.
“Hmm…” I breathed out, brushing my hair back with unsteady hands. My chest rose and fell quickly. “She’s coming here, quick hide,” I whispered, panic creeping into my voice.
“Where?” Jeremy asked, his eyes moving around the room fast.
“The wardrobe, get inside,” I said quickly, grabbing his arm and pulling him toward it. My body felt tense, my breath uneven. His hand brushed against my thigh, and a quick shiver ran through me before he stepped inside.
I shut the wardrobe fast, my fingers holding the handle for a second as my pulse pounded loudly in my ears.
The door opened and my mum stepped in.
“Who were you talking to?” she asked, her eyes scanning the room carefully.
My stomach tightened, and I forced myself to stand still even though my legs felt weak.
“Talking? No one. I was talking to myself,” I replied, trying to keep my voice calm, but it came out a little shaky.
She stepped closer.
“Why are you shaking so much? Are you okay, Elena?” she asked, looking at me closely.
“I’m okay, Mum. It’s just the heat,” I said quickly, swallowing hard. I could feel sweat forming at the back of my neck.
She frowned slightly.
“If you say so. Come downstairs for dinner.”
“Okay,” I answered softly.
She turned and walked out.
The moment the door closed, I rushed to lock it, my fingers still trembling. I leaned against the door, letting out a shaky breath, my chest still rising fast.
Then I turned.
I walked to the wardrobe and opened it.
Jeremy stepped out, his eyes already on me.
“Fucking hell, your wardrobe is so stuffy,” he muttered, running his hand through his hair.
I forced a small smile, though my body hadn’t calmed down. “Go downstairs. Mum is calling us for dinner.”
He smirked at me, his hand moved to my ass and squeezed it tightly before walking out of the room.
I dropped onto the bed, letting out a deep sigh. My body felt weak, my hands still shaking slightly.
I almost got caught.
I quickly stood up again, freshened up, and changed into a blue gown. My movements were fast, nervous, like I was still trying to catch my breath.
Then I walked out.
Everyone was already seated at the dining table, including Jeremy.
“Elena, take a seat,” my stepfather said.
I nodded and sat down beside Jeremy, my back straight, my fingers curling slightly on my lap. I tried not to look at him, but I could feel his presence too close.
I glanced at him.
He was smiling.
Why was he smiling? Was it because of what we did?
My mum served the food, placing plates in front of us, but Jeremy didn’t stop. He leaned closer to me, his shoulder brushing mine slightly, his breath warm against my ear.
My body tensed immediately.
“I want to see how long you can stay without moaning out loud,” he whispered.
My breath caught.
I turned my head slightly, looking at him, my heart racing again.
What does he mean by that?
Before I could think, his hand rested on my thigh.
My body froze.
His fingers moved slowly upward, and a sharp shiver ran through me. My grip tightened on my dress, my breathing turning uneven as I tried to stay still.
The contact sent a sharp shiver down my spine. I held my breath, biting down on my lower lip so I wouldn’t make a sound.
His hand brushed against my thigh again, and my back stiffened as I grabbed the edge of the table. The table shook slightly.
My mum looked up at me.
“Are you okay, Elena?” she asked.
“I’m perfectly fine, Mum,” I replied quickly, forcing my voice to stay steady even though my fingers were trembling under the table.
Jeremy’s hand didn’t stop.
It moved slowly, teasing, making my body react against my will. My legs tensed, my breath catching in my throat as I tried to stay still.
A small smirk formed on his face.
“I’m not hungry,” he muttered, pushing his chair back.
The sound made me flinch slightly.
He stood up and walked away.
“I’m full already,” I added quickly, standing up too fast. My chair scraped the floor, and my legs felt weak as I followed after him.
I moved through the hallway, my steps unsteady as I tried to figure out which room he went into.
Then suddenly, a hand grabbed mine.
I gasped softly as I was pulled into a room.
Before I could react, my back hit the door.
“You’re already this affected, Elena…” he murmured close to my ear.
My breath hitched.
My body reacted instantly, a shiver running through me as his presence closed in around me. My hands pressed against the door behind me, my fingers curling slightly.
“I—” I tried to speak, but my voice failed.
He didn’t give me time to think.
His grip tightened slightly, holding me in place. My chest rose and fell faster, my heartbeat loud in my ears. Every small movement from him made my body tense, then soften.
“Jeremy…” I whispered, my voice shaky.
My legs felt weak again, like they couldn’t hold me properly. My back stayed pressed against the door, my body reacting before I could control it.
A soft sound slipped from my lips as I tried to hold it in.
“Don’t…” I started, but my words broke.
My breathing turned uneven, my fingers pressing harder against the door as I tried to stay quiet. My body moved slightly with every shift, my control slipping little by little.
“Please…” I breathed, barely audible.
But he didn’t stop.
The pressure built inside me again, stronger this time, making my chest rise quickly and my lips part as I struggled to stay silent.
My head fell back slightly against the door, my eyes closing as I tried to steady myself.
“I can’t…” I whispered weakly.
My body trembled, my legs shaking slightly as everything became too much to handle.
“Fuck.." he moaned as I felt him explode in me ,he removed his flaccid cock. I let out a deep sigh as I slid down the back of the door knowing I just had the best sex of my life.
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walking in on stepdad naked prt 2Nora's pov The house felt too quiet after Mom left for her weekend trip. Just me and Ryan, alone again like that first night I walked in on him naked. My skin tingled at the memory, his thick cock swinging free, eyes locking on mine with that hungry spark. The movie night had been torture, his hand on my thigh, breath hot on my neck, but we hadn't crossed the line. Not yet. Tonight, I planned to push it. I waited until evening, when the sun dipped low. Dressed in a thin crop top that barely covered my tits and a short skirt with nothing underneath. My nipples hardened against the fabric, pussy already damp thinking about him. I found him in the living room, flipping channels on the TV, wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans that hugged his bulge. "Hey, Ryan." I sauntered in, hips swaying, and dropped onto the couch beside him, closer than necessary. My thigh brushed his, sending a jolt through me. He glanced over, eyes flicking to my exposed midriff, t
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My Boss big dick prt 2 Mira's pov My heart hammered as I knocked on Evans' office door that evening, the building emptying out around us. The city lights twinkled through the windows, casting shadows that made everything feel dirtier, more forbidden. My pussy still throbbed from all day of edging, panties soaked through, clit hypersensitive. I'd obeyed—no cumming, just teasing myself in the bathroom twice, fingers slick with my juices, imagining his cock stretching me. "Get in here, slut," his voice barked through the wood, rough and impatient. I pushed the door open, and there he was jacket off, shirt unbuttoned halfway, showing that chiseled chest dusted with dark hair. His eyes devoured me, arrogant smirk twisting his lips, "Lock it." My hands shook as I turned the bolt, the click echoing loud in the quiet office. The air smelled like leather, his cologne, and something primal arousal. "Evans... you said overtime." He stood, stalking toward me like a predator,







