تسجيل الدخولHarperHe yanks his shirt over his head, muscles rippling as he opens his jeans and shoves them down his legs. Standing there in just his dark boxers, he nods toward me. “Lose the dress.”I sit up and pull it off in one smooth motion, completely bare underneath. His sharp inhale fills the room as he drops his boxers and wraps a hand around his thick, rigid length, stroking it deliberately.“Touch yourself for me,” he orders, his gaze shifting hungrily between my hardened nipples and my slick, exposed pussy.I pout up at him. “I’d rather have your hands on me.”A low, strained laugh escapes him while he squeezes the head of his cock. “Not yet, baby. I’m barely holding back just from the sight of you.”I lie back and cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers. His eyes track every movement as my hand trails lower. I tease my clit lightly before spreading my folds, giving him a full view of my needy entrance.“Please, Uncle Cole. I need to feel you inside me. I want to be full
HarperWhen I wake up, I immediately feel that something is off. My body feels tender, especially between my thighs. As soon as I stand, there’s a strange, thick wetness slowly dripping out of me. I reach down and swipe my fingers across my pussy, expecting blood, only to pull back confused when I see a clear, sticky fluid instead. I bring it closer to my nose and wrinkle my face at the scent.My heart races as a possibility hits me, but I push it away. He wouldn’t have done something like that… right? And if he had, what did it mean for us now?I look over at my door and notice it’s unlocked. Warmth floods through me. Had he really come in here last night?I shower quickly and slip into a light blue summer dress before heading downstairs. Cole is at the stove cooking when I walk in. He doesn’t turn around right away.“Morning,” I say quietly, unsure how things stand between us now. Whether he was still upset. Whether he had touched me while I slept.Cole turns with a gentle smile an
N/B: This chapter contains Somnophilia/NonCon. Somnophilia: sexual fantasy involving someone who’s asleep or unconscious. If this isn’t your vibe, please skip. Cole Pacing in front of her door, I exhale a nervous breath. It’s early in the morning. I had gone for a long run to burn off the anger and shock from last night. Once it faded, I realized she was right. I was a coward. Harper had done the one thing I’d dreamt about from the first day I met her, she’d been brave enough to reach for what she wanted, and I had shamed her for it. A part of me was secretly thrilled that she desired me just as intensely as I desired her, that I wasn’t alone in this forbidden craving and it took every will power not pin her on the couch and fuck that innocent cunt of hers. I run my hands through my hair. I shouldn’t even be thinking about this, but I had been too harsh earlier. I needed her to know I wasn’t upset with her. I was willing to give in to her, even if it was only for one night,
Harper “I am, aren’t I? You know what that means?” Cole lifts an eyebrow, taking another bite of pasta as he waits for my answer. “That I get whatever I want until I leave for school.” He shakes his head with a low chuckle and turns his attention back to his plate. “Sure thing baby girl.” We finish eating in comfortable silence. I help him clear the dishes, but every step closer to the living room makes my body feel heavier. My nerves are eating me alive. There’s no manual for seducing your step-uncle. You just have to close your eyes and tug it out, make the first move. “I’ll get the chips, kiddo. You get the movie started, that okay?” Cole calls out. I nod, barely registering what I’m doing as I scroll through the options and pick something mindless. When he returns, he sets the bowl on the coffee table and pats the cushion beside him. I sink down immediately, tucking myself against his side and under his arm. He stiffens for a split second before relaxing, eyes fixed on
Harper“Cole?” I call out, dropping my bag on the floor and closing the heavy wooden door of the lakeside cabin behind me. The sound echoes slightly through the open living space filled with the scent of pine.I’m met with silence, and I frown. His truck was in the driveway, so I knew he should be home. I yell his name again and make my way upstairs, the steps creaking softly beneath my feet.The shower is running when I reach his room, and I pause. I didn’t want to wait until he was done to ask, but I also didn’t want to just grab the money from his wallet. Sighing, I open his bathroom door and go to speak but stop short at the sight in front of me.The shower curtain isn’t pulled, and he’s naked, his head thrown back against the tile he’s leaning on. It’s the movement between his legs that catches my attention. His hips thrust up to meet his hand as he strokes his cock. My mouth dries as I watch, the giant length is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. I’ve watched porn several times an
Ava“Then I want you right here on the floor,” I told him.“Great idea,” Ryan said, dropping to his knees. He slipped his hands under me, cupped my ass, and gently laid me down on my back on the carpet. Bracing himself with a hand on either side of my head, he hovered over me, eyes burning with raw desire. “But first… a kiss.”He leaned in, closed his eyes, and brushed his lips softly against mine. Then our mouths opened and our tongues met, warm and eager. The kiss was surprisingly tender.“Mmm,” he moaned. I wrapped my arms around his head, melting into the feeling of our mouths moving together. Every stroke of his tongue sent sparks straight to my core, making my pussy ache with anticipation. I was nervous, but the excitement was stronger.“Daddy… are you really going to fuck me?” I whispered, my voice shaky. “Tell me how you’re going to do it. I’m a little nervous.”“Oh, Baby Girl, don’t worry,” he murmured. “I’ll take good care of you. You can trust me. I want this to be perfect.
I drifted in and out of a light, exhausted sleep, my body still humming with residual pleasure from everything Isaac had done to me earlier. The storm continued its relentless assault outside, heavy rain hammering against the windows in rhythmic, almost hypnotic sheets. Thunder rolled low and d
“Fuck, Nelly… you feel so good against my cock.” Isaac’s deep, guttural groan shattered whatever was left of our pretense. The horror movie droned on in the background, its eerie soundtrack mixing with the violent cracks of thunder outside, but none of that mattered anymore. The storm could have
“Nelly…” Isaac murmured, his voice rough with desire, his hands gripping my hips tightly as I straddled his lap. I stay still for a second, my heart skipping multiple beats at once. The movie continued playing in the background, the storm raging outside with thunder cracking loudly every few seco
I froze at the sound of my sister’s gasp. My heart slammed against my ribs like a caged animal. I quickly pulled my hand out of my panties, the wetness on my fingers cool in the night air, and backed away from the kitchen doorway on silent feet. Claire’s voice carried through the hallway, sharp







