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Becoming the Ex He Fucks Like He Owns.
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2026-07-28 20:14:31
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Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection) I Rode His Cock in the Dark While His Kids Slept…
LILA.“Stay right here. I’ll be quick.”Callum’s voice was low and rough as he straightened his clothes and headed for the stairs. I stayed on the couch exactly as he had left me, skirt still pushed up around my waist, his cum slowly leaking out of me and cooling on my thighs. The baby monitor glowed green on the side table. I could hear his footsteps above, the soft murmur of his voice as he soothed his daughter back to sleep, the quiet creak of her bedroom door closing again.My heart would not slow down. Six months of careful distance had just been destroyed on this couch, and the risk of it still hummed under my skin. If either of the children had come downstairs even a minute earlier they would have seen everything. My job, their stability, the fragile peace Callum had built since his wife died, all of it could have shattered in one moment.He returned five minutes later. The monitor stayed silent. He locked eyes with me the second he stepped back into the living room and crossed
Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection) 52: The Single Dad Fucked Me Bare on the Couch While His Kids Slept Upstairs.
LILA.“They’re finally out, Lila. Both of them.”Callum Draven’s voice carried low from the hallway as he stepped into the living room. I looked up from the couch where I had been folding the last of the laundry. The baby monitor on the side table glowed soft green. His six-year-old daughter and four-year-old son had fought sleep for nearly an hour before the house went quiet.I was twenty-four and had been their nanny for six months. Callum was thirty-six, a successful architect who still wore grief like a second skin after losing his wife two years earlier. He was tall, dark-haired, with the kind of broad shoulders that filled out every black t-shirt he owned. The way he looked at me lately had stopped feeling professional weeks ago.“Good,” I said, setting the folded shirt aside. “You should get some rest too.”He walked closer. The scent of his cologne mixed with the faint smell of the cedar soap he used after the kids’ baths. He stopped in front of me, looking down.“I don’t want
Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection) Just Bend Over And Get Fucked!
Cassian’s POV “Dare. Kiss me.”Ashley stands in the middle of my living room, completely sober, coat still on, eyes steady on mine. No party noise. No alcohol. No convenient audience or hallway to hide in. Just the two of us and the same words she threw at me the night this started. The difference is the quiet certainty in her voice. She is choosing this with a clear head.I look at her for a long moment, giving her one last chance to take it back. She does not move. The weeks of stolen touches, denied attraction, and increasingly desperate excuses have led here. I close the distance.This kiss is slower. Deliberate. I cup her face the same way I did that first night, but the urgency is different. We both know exactly what we are doing. I taste the truth she has been fighting. Her mouth opens under mine and the last of the pretense cracks. Months of sharp words and sharper need pour into the way our tongues meet. My hands slide under her coat and push it off her shoulders. It hits th
Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection) Your Fingers First, Your Cock Next!
Ashley’s POV “You were laughing with her for twelve minutes and forty seconds.”Cassian’s voice is pure ice when he finds me in the empty conference room after the client mixer. The door clicks shut behind him. I do not bother pretending I was not watching the clock either. The blonde from the development team had her hand on his arm and her head tilted just so, and the black mood that settled over me was immediate and ugly.“I was being polite,” I say. “Something you might try sometime.”He crosses the room in three long strides. “Polite looked a lot like flirting from where I stood.”“And the way you glared at every man who spoke to me tonight was pure professional concern, I suppose.”The air between us is already electric. Six days of stolen moments, hallway encounters, and increasingly thin excuses have left us both raw. We still insist out loud that none of it means attraction. We call it tension. Chemistry. A temporary lapse. The words are wearing thinner every time we say the
Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection) My Cock is Still Wet For The Enemy.
Cassian’s pov “It was the alcohol. Competitive spite. Nothing more.” Ashley’s voice hits me the second I walk into the café near the office. She is already seated at the corner table, dark sunglasses hiding what I know are the same bloodshot eyes I saw in the mirror this morning. Her coffee sits untouched. The silk blouse from last night is gone, replaced by a crisp white shirt that still somehow manages to look like a challenge. Six months of hating her and one night of tasting her mouth has left me hard and furious before eight a.m. I drop into the chair across from her. “Obviously. A mistake. It will not happen again.” “We still cannot stand each other.” “Agreed.” The lie sits between us like a live wire. My gaze drops to her mouth before I can stop it. The memory of how soft those lips felt when I forced them open last night is still burned into me. I remember the exact sound she made when my thigh pressed between her legs. I remember how soaked the lace of her underwear was
Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection) Story 51: I Dared My Enemy to…
Ashley’s POV “Truth or dare, Ashley. Stop pretending you are above this.”The voice cuts through the thumping bass of the loft party. I turn with a plastic cup of vodka soda already halfway to my lips. Cassian Rook stands ten feet away, dark shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the line of his throat, that same arrogant half smile he wore the day he stole the Meridian Tower project out from under me six months ago. I still remember the boardroom. His calm voice listing every weakness in my design while the partners nodded. I have hated him with clean precision ever since.“Dare,” I say, loud enough for the circle of drunk architects and clients to hear. Alcohol has burned away the last of my caution. “Kiss me.”Laughter ripples. Someone whistles. Cassian does not laugh. He sets his drink down and walks straight to me, eyes locked on mine like he has been waiting for the exact words. The crowd parts without being asked. Heat rolls off his body when he stops in front of me. I can smell
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