The front door clicked shut behind Matthew as he stepped inside his house, exhausted from a long day at work. He had remarried just two months ago, three years after his divorce. Now, he was still adjusting to life with his new wife, Marian, and her daughter, Jessica.
The house was quiet. Only the soft hum of the ceiling fan and a faint rustle of fabric somewhere down the hall broke the silence. Matthew loosened his tie and headed toward his bedroom to grab his laptop upstairs. He had left it in his room after last night's work. He took the stairs two at a time, the wood creaking under his weight. “Yes….auhhh…fuckkkk.” Suddenly, he heard someone moaning. His bedroom door was slightly open, but the sound wasn’t coming from there “Arghhhhh….yesss…ffuuucckkk..” He heard it again, a slick, wet rhythm followed by a breathless gasp and moan. Then came Jessica’s voice, moaning his name like a prayer. “Matttteeewwww…I want you to pound this pussyyy.” His breath hitched. He shouldn’t have looked. Shouldn’t have moved. But his body betrayed him, drawn helplessly toward Jessica’s cracked bedroom door. When he reached her bedroom room door, the room was dim, lit only by the soft, golden glow of her night lamp. Shadows stretched across the walls, flickering with each breath she took. She lay sprawled on the bed naked, legs wide, one hand clutching the sheets like she was holding on for dear life, while the other moved between her thighs, working a thick pink dildo in and out of her slick pussy, slow and deep. Her head was thrown back, hair tousled across the pillow. Her lips parted, eyes fluttering shut as she moaned his name again and again, broken and pleading, as if she needed him more than air. He stood frozen at the door, pulse thundering, cock hardening with every filthy sound spilling from her mouth. Jessica didn’t know he was watching. “Auhhhahh.” Another moan escaped her lips, long and desperate. His fingers clenched the doorknob, struggling to hold back. Jessica still hadn’t noticed Matthew yet. He should have left. Walked away. Pretended he never heard it. But he didn’t. She arched, gasping as her free hand slid up her stomach to pinch her nipple. Her back lifted off the bed in a wave of pleasure while the toy continued pounding into her pussy. Her hips rolled to meet every thrust, completely lost in the rhythm of her desire. Matthew stepped forward without thinking, drawn like a man possessed by the heat in the air and the sound of her moans. The old floorboard beneath his foot shifted, letting out a loud, sharp creak that cut through the moment like a blade. He froze, heart pounding. Jessica’s eyes flew open, locking onto his. For a second, she froze. Then, slowly, she continued without stopping. Her fingers tightened around the toy, dragging it out before pushing it back in, watching him as she did, like she was challenging him and offering an invitation all at once. Outside the bedroom door, Matthew’s breath hitched. The wet sounds inside stirred something raw within him. Clenching his fists, he fought the urge to rush in, but desire won. He inhaled sharply and stepped forward, his footsteps silent. The air thickened with tension and heat. He stepped inside her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. Her breath hitched as he reached the bed, his hand sliding over hers to guide the toy deeper. A moan escaped her lips as her back arched off the mattress. "Say my name again," he growled. Jessica’s lips parted. "Matthew." He wrenched the toy away and replaced it with his thick, long fingers. She cried out, her hips bucking. "Louder." “Matthew!” Jessica sobbed his name, her nails raking down his arm. He leaned in, and her lips found his, soft and breathless. His tongue slid between her parted lips, exploring her slowly, tasting, teasing, and claiming. Jessica moaned into the kiss as his hand moved up her chest, his fingers curling around her breast with a gentle squeeze that made her arch closer. They broke the kiss, and he moved to her neck, his tongue trailing slowly down to her shoulder before he stopped. Matthew unbuckled his belt, freed his throbbing cock, and lined it up with her pussy before thrusting inside. She gasped, gripping his arms as he began moving slowly, sliding in and out, driving deeper with each stroke. She moaned in pleasure when he hit her G-spot, her body arching beneath him. He grunted, pounding harder, thrusting deep as her walls tightened around him. "Aahh... aaahh... fuckk...mmhhmmm..." Jessica moaned, pushing her hips up to match his thrusts. "Argghhh... fuckk... baby... you feel so fucking good..." Matthew groaned, moving his cock in and out of her pussy. She scratched his back, leaned in, and sank her teeth into his shoulder as he pounded into her harder and faster. Her mouth fell open with a breathless moan, and he captured her lips, kissing her with the same rough hunger he used to fuck her. Jessica slid her tongue inside his mouth, and he caught it gently between his teeth. He sucked on her tongue before pushing back, their tongues exploring each other at the corners. His cock plunged deeper and deeper, making her bite down on his lips. She moved her mouth to his neck, pressing her lips against his skin. He groaned into her ear, thrusting steadily, hitting her spot again and again, drawing a loud moan from her throat. Matthew grunted in her ear and kissed her shoulder. Then he raised her legs and slammed into her like a beast, his cock driving deep inside her with relentless force. His hand reached for her mouth, and she took his wrist, sucking his fingers. "Aahhh I'm gonna cum...." She moaned as heat coiled in her stomach. "Fuckkk... cum for me, baby." He groaned loudly, thrusting into her deeper and faster as he felt her walls tighten around his cock. Jessica came hard, releasing all over his cock, but he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting into her, drawing out every wave of her pleasure until he finally buried himself deep and released inside her with a loud groan. His body trembled against hers as he caught his breath. Then he leaned in and kissed her lips slowly, possessively, and hungrily, as if she belonged to him and only him. He gently sucked on her top lip as she caught his bottom lip between her teeth. The kiss deepened, growing more intense. He pinched her waist, making her open her mouth. When she did, he slid his tongue inside, exploring her mouth deeply. She moaned as he sucked her tongue hard, his own playing with hers in a messy, hungry rhythm. She pushed back with her tongue, forcing her way into his mouth, exploring him with slow, deliberate strokes before sucking on his tongue, pulling a deep groan from his throat. The kiss became a power play, both fighting for control and neither willing to give in. He sucked on her lips, then plunged his tongue into her mouth once more, tasting every inch. They kissed one last time before finally pulling apart, breathless, their chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. She slipped off the bed and dropped to her knees. Without a word, she took his softening cock into her mouth, licking the remaining cum off it like a lollipop. When she finished, she reached between her legs, gathered some of his cum dripping from her pussy, and brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean with a slow, filthy smile. Matthew leaned over Jessica, still breathless, his hand brushing damp strands of hair from her face. “You can’t tell your mom,” he said in a low, firm voice, laced with warning. She smiled up at him, wicked and satisfied. “As long as you promise to fuck me like this every day,”she whispered, dragging her fingers down his chest. He let out a shaky breath, his eyes locked on hers. “Yes,” he said, his voice rough. “Anything for you, my lovely stepdaughter.”Jace didn’t say anything else. Instead, he grabbed Kayla, pulled her against him and crashed his lips on hers. The kiss wasn’t soft, it was raw, forceful, and filled with need. He moved his hand slowly, gripping her waist before sliding it down to cup her ass. Without breaking the kiss, he pushed her back toward the bed. When the backs of her knees hit the edge, he shoved her down flat. Kayla gasped, breathless, as her back landed on the cool sheets. Jace immediately climbed over her and settled between her thighs. His hands went to her tank top, yanking it up over her head, exposing her bare chest. He didn’t hesitate as his mouth closed around one of her nipples, sucking hard while his hand kneaded the other. She arched into him, moaning, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Fuck,” he growled against her skin. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.” Jace pulled his mouth away from Kayla’s breast, his eyes dark with intent, then slowly peeled away the rest of her clothes. Her shorts
Jace and Kayla had been best friends for years, spending nearly every weekend together. Now, it was another quiet Saturday afternoon, and the two of them were in Kayla’s bedroom, seated on her the couch, the familiar comfort of her home wrapping around them like always. The TV was on, but neither of them was watching. Flickering light from some random action movie danced across her room walls. Jace had picked the movie without thinking, scrolling mindlessly and hitting play on the first thing that popped up. He didn’t know the title and didn’t really care. Kayla was curled up beside him, her legs tucked beneath her and her hoodie slipping off one shoulder. She looked tired, not the kind that needed sleep, but the kind that came from thinking too much. Her phone suddenly lit up on the table. But she didn’t check it. “Luke again?” Jace asked, his voice low and laced with quiet tension beneath the casual tone. Kayla shrugged. “Probably. He’s mad I didn’t come over after wor
The front door clicked shut behind Matthew as he stepped inside his house, exhausted from a long day at work. He had remarried just two months ago, three years after his divorce. Now, he was still adjusting to life with his new wife, Marian, and her daughter, Jessica. The house was quiet. Only the soft hum of the ceiling fan and a faint rustle of fabric somewhere down the hall broke the silence. Matthew loosened his tie and headed toward his bedroom to grab his laptop upstairs. He had left it in his room after last night's work. He took the stairs two at a time, the wood creaking under his weight. “Yes….auhhh…fuckkkk.” Suddenly, he heard someone moaning. His bedroom door was slightly open, but the sound wasn’t coming from there“Arghhhhh….yesss…ffuuucckkk..”He heard it again, a slick, wet rhythm followed by a breathless gasp and moan.Then came Jessica’s voice, moaning his name like a prayer. “Matttteeewwww…I want you to pound this pussyyy.” His breath hitched. He sh
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