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The Single Dad Next Door(4)

Author: Flimxy vic
last update publish date: 2026-05-31 19:59:57

Chapter 4: Morning After

I woke up to the feeling of warm lips trailing down my spine.

Lucas was behind me, his strong body pressed against mine under the sheets. His hand slid possessively over my hip, pulling me back against his already hard cock. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over his bedroom.

“Morning,” he murmured against my shoulder, voice rough with sleep and desire. He nipped at my skin, then soothed it with his tongue. “Couldn’t resist you l
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  • THE ART OF SINS   The Single Dad Next Door(4)

    Chapter 4: Morning AfterI woke up to the feeling of warm lips trailing down my spine.Lucas was behind me, his strong body pressed against mine under the sheets. His hand slid possessively over my hip, pulling me back against his already hard cock. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over his bedroom.“Morning,” he murmured against my shoulder, voice rough with sleep and desire. He nipped at my skin, then soothed it with his tongue. “Couldn’t resist you lying here naked in my bed.”I arched back against him with a soft moan as his thick cock nestled between my ass cheeks. He reached around, cupping one of my breasts and pinching my nipple while grinding slowly against me.“Lucas…” I breathed, already wet for him again.He flipped me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, looking down at me with dark, hungry eyes. His cock was heavy and leaking against my inner thigh.“I need to taste you again,” he growled.He kissed his way down my

  • THE ART OF SINS   The Single Dad Next Door(3)

    Chapter 3: After DarkThe bouquet of wildflowers sat on my kitchen counter for days, a constant reminder of Lucas. Every time I passed them, I remembered the way he looked at me when Lily wasn’t watching — that quiet hunger mixed with hesitation. The tension between us had been building like a storm, slow and heavy, until one night it finally broke.It was a Thursday. Lily was staying at her grandparents’ house for the weekend. Lucas texted me just after 9 PM:Lucas: Lily’s gone for the night. The house feels too quiet. If you’re free… come over for a drink? No pressure.My heart raced as I read it. I knew what this was. We both did.I changed into a soft black slip dress that hugged my curves and fell just above mid-thigh, then slipped through the back gate separating our yards. Lucas opened the door before I could knock. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, his hair slightly messy, his jaw shadowed with stubble.The moment the door closed behind me, the air cha

  • THE ART OF SINS   The Single Dad Next Door(2)

    Chapter 2: Swing Sets and Shared SecretsThe next two weeks passed in a rhythm that felt both completely normal and quietly thrilling. Lucas and Lily became a regular part of my daily life in small but meaningful ways. Lily would wave at me enthusiastically every morning when Lucas took her to kindergarten. In the evenings, she often ran to the fence separating our yards, holding up drawings she’d made at school or asking if Muffin the cat wanted to come say hello.Lucas, on the other hand, was more reserved — but his smiles when he saw me were growing warmer, less guarded.One golden Saturday afternoon, I was in my backyard reading when I heard Lily’s excited voice.“Harper! Harper, look what Daddy made me!”I looked up to see Lily on her new swing set, pumping her little legs as high as she could go. Lucas stood behind her, gently pushing the swing with a soft smile on his face. He was wearing a simple gray t-shirt and jeans, his hair slightly messy from the breeze. The sight of him

  • THE ART OF SINS   The Single Dad Next Door(1)

    Chapter 1: The New NeighborThe moving truck arrived on a warm Saturday morning, disrupting the usual quiet of our suburban street. I watched from my front porch with a cup of coffee in hand as boxes and furniture were carried into the house next door. I had lived in this neighborhood for two years, enjoying the peace after college. At twenty-four, I worked remotely as a freelance writer, which meant I noticed everything that happened on our street.Especially when it involved a tall, handsome single dad and his young daughter.He stepped out of a black SUV, lifting a heavy box with ease. He looked to be in his late thirties — tall, broad-shouldered, with dark tousled hair, a strong jawline, and kind but tired eyes. His little girl, no older than six, clung to his leg, holding a stuffed bunny.I waved politely when he glanced my way. He returned the gesture with a small, exhausted smile.Later that afternoon, while I was watering my front garden, he walked over with his daughter’s han

  • THE ART OF SINS   My Mother’s Young Husband(2)

    Chapter 2: In Their Bed The next night came too slowly. All day I felt nervous and excited at the same time. Mom left for her book club at seven. She kissed Victor on the cheek and told him not to wait up. She smiled at me and said she would be back around ten. The moment her car left the driveway, Victor looked at me with dark hungry eyes. “Come upstairs,” he said. My heart beat fast as I followed him to their bedroom. The same room where my mother slept every night. Victor closed the door behind us and locked it. He turned and pulled me into his arms. His mouth crashed down on mine. He kissed me hard, his tongue pushing deep while his hands grabbed my ass. “I have been thinking about this all day,” he said against my lips. “Fucking my stepdaughter in the bed I share with her mother.” He pushed me onto the big bed. I landed on my back on the same sheets Mom had made this morning. Victor climbed on top of me and kissed me again. His hands pulled my t-shirt over my head. I was no

  • THE ART OF SINS   My Mother’s Young Husband(1)

    My Mother’s Young Husband Chapter 1: The Man My Mother Could Never Handle I never expected to hate my mother’s new husband so quickly. Or want him even more. My name is Mia and I am twenty years old. Mom got married again three weeks ago to a man named Victor. He is only twenty nine — just nine years older than me. Tall, muscular, with sharp jawline, dark eyes, and a deep voice that makes my stomach tighten every time he speaks. Mom is forty five and looks proud to have such a young, hot husband. She keeps touching his arm and laughing too loudly around him. Tonight they threw a small welcome party at our house. I wore a short red dress that hugged my body tightly. It showed a lot of cleavage and barely covered my ass. I told myself I was just dressing up for the party, but deep down I knew I wanted Victor to look at me. The house was full of music and guests. Mom was busy showing off in the kitchen. I stood near the living room window with a glass of wine when Victor walked up b

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