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MY JEALOUS STEP BROTHER 2

BELLY

“Kane,” I whispered, my voice trembling, guilt and heat tangled together.

Jack’s arm tightened around me. “Don’t say his name,” he growled into my ear, fucking into me harder, on purpose.

My cry split the air — not just from Jack’s thrust, but from the fire in Kane’s eyes as he watched. His gaze lingered on where Jack was buried inside me, and it made my stomach flip, my pussy clench.

I locked my gaze onto his, pleading. "Kane please."

Jack can't find out what h
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    NANCY'S POV 5The tent air felt thicker than blood. The moonlight had faded to pre-dawn gray, but neither of us had slept. Eric’s body was a furnace behind me, his chest to my back, his thighs cradling mine, his cock still half-hard and slick from earlier, nestled hot against the cleft of my ass.My nightgown was useless now, twisted around my waist, my pajama bottoms shoved down just enough to bare me from the hips down.His hand had been between my legs for what felt like hours, slow, merciless circles on my clit, his fingers dipping inside only to pull out before I could tip over the edge. I was shaking, drenched, every nerve screaming.Then he shifted.One large hand gripped my hip, angling me forward onto my knees while keeping my upper body low. The blanket stayed draped over us like a thin, useless veil. His other hand guided himself, thick head nudging my entrance, parting swollen folds.“Quiet,” he breathed against my ear, his voice gravel and a command. “Not one fucking soun

  • PLEASE DADDY: A Sinner's Diary    MY STEP FATHER 4

    NANCY'S POV 4The tent was thick with heat, our shared body heat, the lingering champagne haze, the suffocating weight of everything we weren’t supposed to want. Mom’s soft snores had become background static, unreliable now. I lay on my side, facing away from Eric, my nightgown rucked up to my waist, my bare ass pressed back against his hips. His arm was still locked around me, possessive, unyielding.His fingers moved first.Slow. Deliberate.They slipped beneath the loose waistband of my pajama bottoms, ones I’d pulled on over the nightgown earlier just for the illusion of modesty. The elastic gave way easily. His callused fingertips grazed the sensitive skin below my navel, then lower, tracing the crease where the thigh met the hip.I sucked in a silent breath.He didn’t rush.One finger dipped between my folds, slick, swollen, embarrassingly ready, and circled my clit once, lazy and light.My hips jerked involuntarily.“Shhh,” he breathed against my ear, so quiet it was more vibr

  • PLEASE DADDY: A Sinner's Diary    MY STEP FATHER 3

    NANCY'S POV 3The tent was dark except for faint silver moonlight seeping through the mesh ceiling. Mom’s soft snores had become a steady, distant rhythm on the far side. I woke slowly, too warm, too aware, realizing Eric’s arm was locked around my waist like iron. His chest was molded to my back, thighs tucked behind mine, every hard inch of him pressed flush against me.He was asleep. He had to be.His breathing was deep, even… until it wasn’t.I stayed perfectly still for one long heartbeat, then, slowly, deliberately, I arched my spine just enough to press my ass back against him. The thick ridge of his erection was unmistakable through his jeans and my thin nightgown. Hot. Rigid. Throbbing faintly in time with his pulse.A shiver ripped through me. My core clenched hard around nothing.I did it again, subtler this time, a slow roll of my hips, dragging myself along the length of him. The friction was torture through layers of fabric. My clit pulsed in response, already swollen a

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