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Penulis: Lila Monroe Williams
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-10 09:43:26

The knock on my door was too soft to be his.

So picture laying in my wet pool of disappointment, sheets twisted around my legs, replaying the sound of his voice in my head. I recall the low, edgy masculine tone of his voice as he tried to catch his breath while he stroked his dick and orgasmed. I'd touched myself twice already, my fingers sore and slick, but the ache hadn't faded.

"Come in," I called, faking a weak rasp into my voice.

The door swung open and my mother's face appeared, creased w
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  • Sir’s Naughty Girl   32

    The knock on my door was too soft to be his.So picture laying in my wet pool of disappointment, sheets twisted around my legs, replaying the sound of his voice in my head. I recall the low, edgy masculine tone of his voice as he tried to catch his breath while he stroked his dick and orgasmed. I'd touched myself twice already, my fingers sore and slick, but the ache hadn't faded."Come in," I called, faking a weak rasp into my voice.The door swung open and my mother's face appeared, creased with worry, clutching a mug of tea like a lifeline."Sweetheart, how are you feeling?" She crossed to my bedside and pressed her palm to my forehead. "Just tired, Mom. I guess I’m having a hangover from the flight, you know." I keep my eyes closed, playing up the exhaustion card. It wasn't hard—I'd barely slept, too busy burning with fantasies I'd never speak aloud."Did you take your medicine?""Yes," I lied smoothly. "Took it an hour ago."She nodded, satisfied. She perched on the edge of my m

  • Sir’s Naughty Girl   Book 4: Bred by My Hot Stepfather

    Blurb I came home for Christmas and overheard my mother begging my stepfather to impregnate a surrogate. That night, I touched myself to the thought of him. Now the surrogate is coming to our house in January. No names. No familiarity. Just his cock and her womb and a baby that should have been my mother's. But I've already decided. I'm going to take her place. *** I wasn't supposed to be home yet. My flight landed at three, but Mom thought I wasn't coming until midnight. She wanted to surprise me with some big Christmas setup. I wanted to surprise her by showing up early. So when I let myself in through the back door, quiet as a mouse, I heard voices from upstairs. I recognized to the voices to belong to Mom and Albert. I figured they were fighting about something stupid. Decorations. Dinner plans. Whatever married people fight about.But then it was Christmas, who on earth fights in the heat of Christmas? I started climbing the stairs, ready to announce myself, hoping it wo

  • Sir’s Naughty Girl   30

    *It was morning.Nelly was still dead to the world in her room, likely dreaming of the "boys" she’d spent the summer collecting.She was such a deep sleeper.In the master bedroom, the air smelled of sex.Rayah and Brad had gone several rounds.Rayah lay tangled in the sheets, watching Brad.He was standing at the window, staring out at the pool, a towel wrapped around his waist.She always wondered why he always went and stood by the window after fucking her senseless.What was the reason?Oh well she would rather not concern herself but focus on her sore pussy.On the nightstand, the official envelope from the University sat open. He had picked it from the trash where she had tossed it earlier.The scholarship was real. California was calling."You're leaving," Brad said, his voice a low vibration. He didn't turn around."I haven't decided," Rayah lied, her voice raspy.He turned then, his eyes searching hers. He walked to the bed and sat on the edge, his large hand finding her hip

  • Sir’s Naughty Girl   29

    “I want a reason to stay,” she whispered, stepping into his space. She reached out, her fingers tracing the edge of his utility belt. “I want something that makes it impossible for me to leave. Something that makes us… a family.”Brad’s eyes went wide. He knew exactly what she meant. He looked at her like she was a siren calling him toward the rocks. “No. Rayah, don't even think like that..”“I’m a woman who knows what she wants,” she countered. She reached for the hem of her oversized T-shirt—one of his—and pulled it over her head. She stood before him, completely exposed in the morning sun, her body still bearing the faint red marks of his hands from the night before. “And I want you to give me a reason.”“God damn it,” he groaned, the sound torn from his throat. He set the coffee pot down with a violent clang and grabbed her by the waist, hoisting her onto the kitchen island. “You’re trying to ruin me. You’re actually trying to destroy everything I’ve built.”“I’m trying to build s

  • Sir’s Naughty Girl   28

    "Rayah, please," he said as he gently pushed her off his lap. He stood up, turning his back to her as he adjusted his clothes. "Every minute you stay, it gets harder to breathe. I don’t ever want Nelly to find out"Rayah stood there, naked and cold in the sudden absence of his desire.It hurt her. She watched him walk to the window in his usual fashion, his silhouette tall and lonely."Why do you push me away?" she asked, her voice turning a bit sharp. "You think I don’t feel guilty too?"Brad didn't turn around. "You will not understand. Guilt, I think it's the only thing keeping me in check.""It's the only thing keeping you away from me," she countered.She dressed quickly, her movements jerky and frustrated.She was tired of the cycle—desiring her in heat, followed by an ice cold treatment, the intimacy followed by the exile. She walked to the door, but stopped, looking back at his broad, slumped shoulders."Nelly asked me today why I don't have a boyfriend," Rayah said, her voice

  • Sir’s Naughty Girl   27

    Rayah sat in her car, her heart still racing, the scent of Brad still clinging to her skin.She looked at her reflection in the rearview mirror.Her eyes were bright red, her lips swollen. She looked like a girl who had just survived a storm.She put the car in gear and drove away, a small smile touching her lips. Nelly could have the house. Nelly could have the gym and the boys and the text messages.Rayah had her best friends. And she knew, despite the sadness in his eyes, that he’d be waiting at the gate again tomorrow.***It was three days after their encounter in the master suite.Nelly was at a late-night study group, and the house was cavernous, filled with the sounds of ticking of clocks and climate control.Rayah had let herself in through the back gate. She found Brad in the den, sitting in the dark with a glass of win."You should be at home, Rayah," he said, his voice flat, drained of the fire he’d had forty-eight hours ago. "I was just sitting here thinking about how I’m

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