LOGINFUCK ME, STEP-DADDY 3Lila woke to the sensation of warm sunlight streaming across her bare skin and the heavy, possessive weight of Marcus’s arm draped over her waist. She was still in his bed, sheets tangled around their legs, the faint scent of sex and his cologne clinging to everything. Her body ached in the best way, her thighs tender, her pussy swollen and sensitive, the lingering fullness of his cum from the night before still deep inside her.She shifted slightly and felt the sticky evidence of their joining trickle between her thighs. A soft moan escaped her.Marcus stirred behind her, his morning erection already thick and hard against the curve of her ass.“Morning, little girl,” he rumbled, his voice gravelly with sleep. His hand slid down her stomach, his fingers dipping between her legs to find her slick and ready. “Still dripping with Daddy’s cum?”“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, arching back into him.He growled in approval, rolling her onto her stomach and spreading her
FUCK ME, STEP DADDY 2 Lila’s knees sank into the thick rug as she knelt before him, completely naked, her skin flushed from the short walk down the hallway. Her heart thundered so loudly she was sure he could hear it. Marcus towered above her, bare-chested, the low-slung black lounge pants doing nothing to hide the thick ridge of his erection straining against the fabric. His hazel eyes burned into hers, they were dark, possessive, and impatient.“Hands behind your back,” he ordered, his voice low and velvet-rough.She obeyed instantly, clasping her wrists at the small of her back. The position arched her spine, thrusting her full breasts forward, her nipples already tight and aching for his touch.Marcus circled her slowly, like a predator assessing his prize. One large hand trailed lightly over her shoulder, down her arm, across her collarbone, never quite where she needed it. Goosebumps exploded across her skin.“Look at you,” he murmured, stopping behind her. His fingers threade
FUCK ME, STEP DADDYLILA & MARCUSLila stepped off the plane into the thick summer heat of the private airstrip, the scent of jasmine and jet fuel wrapping around her like a memory. At twenty, she was home from college for the first time since her mother’s whirlwind marriage to Marcus Hale, fifty years old, steel-gray hair, piercing hazel eyes, and the kind of commanding presence that made boardrooms fall silent. He was a tech CEO whose name appeared on Forbes lists and whose face stared out from magazine covers. Lila had only met him twice before the wedding, once at a tense dinner, once at the ceremony itself. Both times, his gaze had lingered on her a fraction too long.Now she was living in his sprawling coastal estate for the summer. Her mother, a high-powered entertainment lawyer, was already gone for another international deal, another red-eye flight. “Marcus will take good care of you,” she’d said over the phone, as if Lila were still a child.Lila wasn’t a child anymore. She
IN MY STEPBROTHER'S BED 3The days blurred into a haze of stolen glances and electric touches. Emma found herself hyper-aware of Alex's presence in the house, his heavy footsteps on the stairs, the rumble of his laugh during family dinners, the way his eyes would lock onto hers across the room, promising more of the forbidden bliss they'd shared. Since that midnight visit to her room, they'd been careful, but the tension simmered just below the surface, ready to boil over at any moment.It was a lazy Saturday afternoon when the opportunity struck. Their parents had left for a weekend getaway, some romantic cabin retreat to celebrate their new marriage. The house was theirs and empty, echoing with possibility. Emma had spent the morning in her room, pretending to study for her upcoming classes, but really replaying every moment of Alex's mouth on her, his cock stretching her for the first time. Her panties were soaked just from the memories.She heard the front door close downstairs, t
IN MY STEP BROTHER'S BED 2Emma couldn’t sleep. The house was silent except for the distant hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of old wood settling. Moonlight spilled through the half-open blinds, painting silver stripes across her bed. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Alex’s mouth on hers again, the rough scrape of his stubble, the demanding slide of his tongue, the way he’d growled her name like it belonged to him.Her skin still tingled from the pool. The memory of his hard cock pressing against her belly through wet fabric made her thighs clench. She kicked off the sheet, wearing only a thin tank top and cotton panties. The room felt too warm, and her body too restless. Without thinking, her hand drifted down, tracing the edge of her panties, but she stopped herself. If she touched now, she’d moan his name again, and the walls weren’t that thick.A soft knock at her door made her freeze.It was three light taps. Then silence followed. She sat up, her hear
IN MY STEPBROTHER'S BEDEMMA & ALEXEmma stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror of her new bedroom, adjusting the hem of her oversized t-shirt that barely skimmed her thighs. At 18, she was still getting used to her body curves that had blossomed over the summer, full breasts that strained against the thin cotton, and hips that swayed with a natural rhythm she couldn't quite control. Her long, wavy auburn hair cascaded down her back, and her green eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and nervousness.This wasn't just any move, it was a complete upheaval. Her mom had remarried in a whirlwind romance to Richard, a kind but distant businessman, and now they were all living in his sprawling suburban house. But the real earthquake in Emma's life was Alex—Richard's son. Her new stepbrother.Alex was 28, a full decade older, and everything Emma had secretly fantasized about. She'd seen pictures of him before the wedding. He's tall, broad-shouldered, chiseled jaw shadowed by stu







