เข้าสู่ระบบWe froze.James was still buried inside me, cock twitching as the last of his load leaked out around him. Daddy’s cum was still on my tongue and chin. The open shirt hung off one shoulder. The couch was a mess of us.Mom’s footsteps came closer down the hall.“Anyone home? Dinah! Honey! ” she called again, voice tired.Daddy moved first. He yanked his pants up, tucking his still-hard cock away like nothing had happened. James pulled out of me fast, the wet sound loud in the sudden silence, and scrambled for his jeans. I yanked the shirt closed, fingers shaking, and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. The taste of Daddy was still thick on my tongue.James threw a blanket over the wet spot on the couch just as Mom stepped into the living room.She looked exhausted and was still on her scrubs, hair pulled back, eyes half-lidded. She didn’t notice the way the three of us were breathing too hard, or the way James’s zipper was only halfway up, or the shiny mess still drying on my ch
Daddy finally pulled out of me with a slow, wet drag that made both of us hiss. I felt everything spill out of me—his cum, James’s earlier load, the mess sliding down my thighs onto the couch. James was right there, eyes locked on it, and without a word he leaned in and licked a long, filthy stripe through the mess, tongue flat and greedy.“Jesus Christ,” I breathed, thighs twitching.Daddy's hand slid into my hair, tilting my head back so I had to look at him. “You like watching him clean you up?” “Yes.”“Tell him.”I looked down at James, whose mouth was already shiny with both of them. “Lick it all up, brother. Don’t waste a drop.”James groaned against me and went harder—sucking, tongue fucking into me, scooping their cum out of my pussy like he was starving for it. Francis kept my head tilted, watching his stepson eat the mess he’d left inside me.“Good girl,” Francis murmured. “Look how hungry he is for your cunt.”James pulled back just long enough to spit a thick string of
James stayed inside me a little longer, breathing hard against my stomach, before he finally pulled out. I felt the warm slide of him leaving, and the slow trickle that followed. He sat back on his heels, looking at the mess he’d left between my legs with that quiet, satisfied expression he always got.Daddy’s hand was still moving slowly up and down my side. I could feel how hard he was against my lower back—he hadn’t touched himself once the whole time James was inside me.“Your turn,” James said, voice rough. He didn’t move away. Just stayed right there between my legs, watching. “She’s still dripping.”Daddy shifted behind me. I heard the sound of his belt, then the soft drag of his zipper. He didn’t make me change positions. Just lifted my hips a little with one arm, lined himself up, and pushed the thick head against me.I sucked in a breath the second I felt how wide he was.“Fuck...Daddy...”He pushed in slow—one long, deep thrust that stretched me open around him. He was thic
Dinah POV Daddy’s mouth was locked on my clit, his tongue working that steady pressure that always wrecked me, two fingers buried deep and curling. My stepbrother was over me, his shirt already off, his mouth on my tit—sucking hard, his teeth grazing the nipple just enough to make me arch. His hand was on the other one, squeezing, his thumb rubbing in circles while his father’s tongue kept me shaking.I gripped the back of James’s neck with one hand and tangled the other in Daddy’s hair, my hips rolling against his face without meaning to.“Fuck... don’t stop...”The words came out broken. Francis hummed against me like he liked the sound.James lifted his head just long enough to look down at me, his eyes dark, his mouth shiny from my skin.“You’re so fucking loud,” he muttered, then went right back to my chest.——————Two weeks.That was all it had been. Two weeks since everything I'd built my life around came crashing down.Three years with Alex. Three years of believing we
Monday Morning,Stephanie was stretched out on the couch in nothing but my shirt, phone in her hand, acting like the last two days hadn’t happened. She kept her legs crossed, scrolling like she was bored, but I could see the faint marks I’d left on her thighs.I sat in the armchair across from her and just watched.After a few minutes she glanced up. “What?”“You’re quiet.”“I’m fine.”“You don’t look fine.”She rolled her eyes and went back to her phone. “Don’t start.”I stood up and walked over. She tracked me the whole way but didn’t move. When I stopped in front of her, she tilted her chin up, still trying to look unimpressed.“Take the shirt off.”“No.”I reached down, grabbed the hem, and pulled it up myself. She lifted her arms at the last second so it wouldn’t tear, then dropped them like she was annoyed. Nipples already tight. A faint flush on her chest.“Happy?” she muttered.I pushed her knees apart and slid two fingers between her legs. She was already wet.Stephanie’s b
She pulled off just long enough to glare up at me, lips shiny. “Don’t say my name like that.”Then she went right back down, taking me deeper until I hit the back of her throat. She gagged softly but didn’t stop. One hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t take; the other braced on my thigh. The wet sounds filled the room. Every time she came up for air she looked pissed off and turned on at the same time.I let her work for a while, watching her lips stretch around me, before I sat up and pulled her off with a wet pop.“Enough.”“I wasn’t done.”“Get on your back.”She hesitated for half a second—pride still fighting—then lay back and spread her legs. I didn’t bother with more foreplay. I lined up and pushed into her in one long thrust. Stephanie’s back arched off the bed and a broken sound left her throat.I fucked her deep and steady, one hand braced by her head, the other squeezing her tit while I sucked on the opposite nipple again. Every time I drove in she moaned louder. The brat
.........Ronan stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock still pulsing as my pussy fluttered around him. His hot cum was already leaking out around his shaft, dripping down my thighs. But the look in his eyes told me he was far from finished.He slowly pulled out, making me whimper at the sudde
TRIGGER WARNING:THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES.Late Night Training"RILEY'S POV"The gym was completely empty at 10:17 PM. Just the low
I was a nervous wreck waiting for Victor.I had spent the entire day replaying what happened on my couch yesterday— his mouth between my legs, the way he made me come so hard I saw stars, the tender way he held me afterwards. My body ached for more. My heart was already in dangerous territory.At e
THE WRONG SEND"Lena's pov"I stood in front of my full-length mirror, heart racing with nervous excitement as I took the photos.Completely naked, I squeezed my heavy breasts together, pinching my nipples until they stood hard and aching. I turned slightly, arching my back to capture the curve of







