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STEPFATHER…DON'T STOP (5)

Author: JADA'S PAGES
last update publish date: 2026-06-22 19:07:19
The mention of his cock sent a jolt of electricity through me. I slid off the counter, my legs shaking, and dropped to my knees before him. I didn't need to be told twice.

I reached for his belt, my fingers trembling as I undid the buckle and slid the zipper down. His cock sprang free, a thick, pulsing vein-wrapped beast that looked far too large for my mouth. It smelled of musk and masculinity, a scent that made my mouth water.

I wrapped my lips around the broad head, swirling my tongue ar
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  • UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS    STEPFATHER…DON’T STOP (9)

    ~Phoebe“Shouldn’t you be on your wedding night? Or on a honeymoon? Some shit like that?” My voice slipped out low, a taunt that hovered just above a whisper. The sheets lay pooled around my swollen breasts, and I made no move to pull them higher. I wanted him to see every inch of me, to drink in the sight of my naked flesh.Gerard’s eyes traced the same slow path down my torso, lingering on the rise and fall of my chest, then dropping to the obvious bulge straining against his briefs. “Yes, love. What do you think I’m here for?”He shoved the last scrap of fabric down his thighs, letting his briefs fall to the floor. The air between us crackled, thick with the scent of sweat and anticipation.“You say vows with my mom, Lydia, and spend the night with me?” I sat up, letting the sheets slip completely away. My breasts swung free, nipples already tight and aching. “Why are you screwing her over? ‘She is irresistible.’ Those were your words. So why are you here, getting hard for her da

  • UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS    STEPFATHER…DON'T STOP (8)

    ~PHOEBEMy mom walked happily down the aisle of the beautifully decorated beach. I bet she wasn't even this happy when she walked down toward my father.I had stayed locked in the house all weekend, and she hadn’t uttered a single word to me, much less looked at me. But this morning, she was a completely different person.She had called up Chloe, my cousin, to her room just to gush about how stunning her bridal gown was alongside her high-society friends. Meanwhile, I stood in the background, holding back a loud giggle at the sheer hypocrisy of it all.“Oh Lydia, this gown is stunning on you! It compliments your blonde hair perfectly," one of the older ladies gushed. "I can't believe this is a second marriage.”At least I had Ciara to get dressed with, even if she was completely emotionless the entire time, telling me to “stop playing dress-up” and hurry up. I probably shouldn't have invited her, but her serious, academic expression completely died the moment the groomsmen danced in.

  • UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS    STEPFATHER… DON'T STOP (7)

    ~GERARDI stood by the edge of the bed in the dead of night, looking down at her. Young, intense, and utterly broken in by me.Her strawberry-blonde hair was a beautiful, tangled mess across the pillows. Her breathing was steady now, her bare body completely open to my gaze, and mine alone. She had been a striking beauty from the very moment I first laid eyes on her, but seeing her like this, completely wrecked by the night's events, was a different kind of perfection.I didn't feel a single shred of regret.Slowly, I pulled my clothes back on, adjusting my trousers over my skin before reaching down to pull the blanket over her shoulders. I leaned in close, letting my gaze linger on the faint purple marks already blooming on her hips, before I slipped out of the room without making a sound.The house was still humming with a quiet, restless energy. Even at this hour, decorators and caterers were drifting through the halls, preparing for the spectacle tomorrow. I strode into the livi

  • UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS    STEPFATHER…DON'T STOP (6)

    I lifted my head, flicked my tongue over the slick tip, and tasted the salty pre‑cum that coated his cock. The flavor was sharp, masculine, and it made my pussy clench involuntarily. I wrapped my lips around the crown, sucking hard, feeling the ridge of his head press against my palate. My hand slipped down to fondle his balls, rolling them gently, then tighter, eliciting a low groan from him that vibrated through his shaft and into my mouth.He shifted, pulling back just enough to let me breathe, then guided my head down further. I took him deeper, feeling the back of my throat stretch, the faint gag reflex a delicious reminder of how filthy this was. My nose brushed his pelvis, inhaling the musky scent of his skin mixed with the faint antiseptic still lingering from the first‑aid kit. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking rhythmically, my tongue swirling around the underside of his cock, teasing the frenulum with quick flicks that made his hips jerk upward.“Fuck… you’re good at that,”

  • UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS    STEPFATHER…DON'T STOP (5)

    The mention of his cock sent a jolt of electricity through me. I slid off the counter, my legs shaking, and dropped to my knees before him. I didn't need to be told twice. I reached for his belt, my fingers trembling as I undid the buckle and slid the zipper down. His cock sprang free, a thick, pulsing vein-wrapped beast that looked far too large for my mouth. It smelled of musk and masculinity, a scent that made my mouth water. I wrapped my lips around the broad head, swirling my tongue around the rim before sliding him deep into my throat. I wanted to taste every inch of him. I sucked him with a feral intensity, my cheeks hollowing as I created a vacuum, pulling him deeper and deeper. Gerard let out a low, guttural groan, his hands gripping my head, guiding my rhythm. "That's it, love... take it all. Suck your Daddy dry before the bells ring tomorrow." I looked up at him through my lashes, my eyes glazed with lust, while I continued to bob my head, my tongue dancing around

  • UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS    STEPFATHER…. DON'T STOP (4)

    The days bled into weeks, and suddenly, I found myself in my room on the eve of the wedding. My mother was in a state of manic euphoria, bubbly and annoyingly beautiful. I regretted every second of my decision to return home for the preparations. She had managed to enlist everyone in the house into her bridal whirlwind, a calculated chaos designed specifically to avoid having a real conversation with me. The woman was a ghost in her own home, treating me like an inconvenience, shoving me aside as if I weren't her own flesh and blood. Gerard, on the other hand, had become a master of silence. Since that last text- the one I had left unanswered—he hadn't spoken a word to me. He had visited the house several times, breezing past me with a chilling indifference, playing the part of the doting fiancé for my mother while treating me as if I were invisible. I felt discarded, used, and profoundly lonely. Even Ciara, my only anchor, was buried under a mountain of schoolwork this evening

  • UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS    AFTER CLASS, STAY BEHIND (3)

    “Hold it,” he commanded, his voice dark and demanding as he buried his fingers even deeper inside me.“Fuck!” I gasped. Hold it? Was that even physically possible! “I can't, sir.”The ceiling of his office blurred above me; I couldn't fight the wave anymore.“Please, Liam…ahh! Let me cum;” I pleade

  • UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS    AFTER CLASS, STAY BEHIND (2)

    My body froze in place as I stood in front of Professor Liam ‘s office. My hands shook slightly as I lifted it to knock.What was I fidgeting for? Certainly not for my grade. I had never seen Prof. Liam cough before, but today he gave off a subtle dark smile after issuing those “Stay behind” word

  • UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS    AFTER CLASS, STAY BEHIND (1)

    I flung my bag across the room, my body landing hard on the mattress it had been yearning for all day. I stared up at the ceiling, scrolling through the messy blueprints and exhausted lines blurring in my head. Architecture wasn't for the weak. And I wasn't just anyone. I am Ciara Miller. A twen

  • UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS    AFTER CLASS, STAY BEHIND (5)

    All I could remember was holding onto the rug for my dear life as my body moved recklessly against the floor.“Ohh..Liam..harder.” I whimpered, almost screaming. With this sheer amount of overstimulating pressure, I felt like I could literally die from the agony of holding back my voice.“Liam! Ope

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