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42. I Want Him
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YOURS, DADDIES 42. I Want Him
SLOANE I want to tell you I was fine.I want to tell you I closed my door, took a breath, got into bed like a reasonable person and went straight to sleep. That Reid's hands on my waist and his mouth on mine were already fading, already filing themselves away into the category of *things that happened and won't happen again.*But my hands were still shaking when I sat on the edge of my bed.My lips were still warm.And somewhere above me, in this big quiet house, Callum was awake.I knew he was awake. Didn't have a single logical reason to know that — no sound, no light under my door, nothing. Just that feeling you get sometimes when someone is near. That low hum in the air that your body picks up before your brain does.I changed into my sleep shirt. Washed my face. Stood at my window for a while looking at nothing. Told myself to get into bed.Didn't get into bed.I was standing in the middle of my room doing absolutely nothing useful when I heard it.Footsteps in the hall.Not Rei
YOURS, DADDIES 41. Making Out On The Counter
Not hard. Not the way I expected from him — not fast or hungry or any of the things his energy had promised. He kissed me soft and slow and deliberate, like he was making a point, like he wanted me to feel every single millimeter of it. His lips moved against mine carefully, learning the shape of them, his thumb still at my jaw holding me right where he wanted me.My hands found his chest.I meant to push. I know that's what I meant. My palms landed against him and my fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt and I absolutely meant to push — but his mouth moved and every coherent thought I'd been holding onto went quiet. He kissed me like he had something to prove and all the time in the world to prove it, deep and slow and so thorough that my knees actually softened.I felt him smile against my mouth.He knew. Of course he knew.His hands moved to my waist — both of them, firm and warm through the thin fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.
YOURS, DADDIES 40. I Want My Stepbrothers
SLOANE I want to tell you I kept my composure at dinner.I want to tell you I sat across from both of them, ate my food, made polite conversation, and felt absolutely nothing. That the morning had been an accident and I'd filed it away neatly and moved on like a functional adult human being.But I'd be lying.Because the truth is I spent the entire day in my room replaying it. The steam. The mirror. His eyes finding mine before either of us was ready. The way my name sounded in his mouth like something he hadn't meant to say out loud. I'd made three separate attempts to read the same chapter of the same book and retained nothing. I'd stared at my ceiling for an embarrassing amount of time doing absolutely nothing except thinking about water tracking down collarbones and a towel hanging catastrophically low.And then Reid in the hallway. That slow curl of a smile. You're very red, Sloane.By the time dinner came around I was already wound tight as a watch spring.That was my first mis
YOURS, DADDIES 39. Accidentally Walked In On My Stepbrother Naked!
"Close the door."I closed the door.From the outside. Which meant I was in the hallway. Which was the correct outcome. This was good. This was the right result.I stood there with my back against the wall and my heart trying to exit my chest and my brain doing something useless and unhelpful — replaying it. The water on his collarbones. The way he'd looked at me. The way he'd said my name like it was a warning he hadn't quite decided to give yet.Wrong bathroom.Wrong bathroom" like the only thing wrong about any of it was geography."Interesting morning?"I spun around.Reid was leaning in his bedroom doorway six feet down the hall. Arms crossed, hair disheveled, wearing a grey t-shirt and sweats, looking at me with that expression he had — the one that said he found the world faintly amusing and was in no hurry to pretend otherwise.He looked at my face. At the closed bathroom door. Back at my face.The corner of his mouth pulled up slow."Callum's bathroom is the one on the east e
YOURS, DADDIES 38. MY STEPBROTHERS
SLOANELet me tell you something about the kind of girl I am.I'm not reckless. I'm not the type who goes looking for trouble or mistakes or things that will keep her up at night with her thighs pressed together and her conscience screaming. I make lists. I think before I speak. I have never in my twenty years of life done something I couldn't explain in the morning.So I need you to understand that what happened was an accident.I need you to understand that before I tell you the rest.Because the rest does not make me look good.*I'd been in the house six days.Six days of learning which floorboards creaked, which light switches did nothing, which hallways led where. Six days of careful smiles at dinner and even more careful silences everywhere else. Six days of pretending I didn't notice the way Callum looked through me like I was furniture. Like I was a mildly inconvenient piece of décor his father had brought home and he was still deciding where to put.Six days of pretending I
YOURS, DADDIES 37. Biker Daddies Fucking Every Hole
"Such a good girl," Cain praised. "Taking our cocks so well. You were made for this, weren't you?"I couldn't answer with my mouth full, but I moaned around him.They passed me between them until my jaw ached and spit dripped down my chin. Until I was so wet I could feel it dripping down my thighs.Finally Cain pulled me to my feet. "Bed. On your back."I climbed onto the massive bed and lay down. Reaper was on me immediately, his cut still on—leather against my bare skin. He positioned himself between my legs and slammed inside without warning."Fuck," he groaned. "Still so tight. Still so perfect."He fucked me hard, the leather of his cut rubbing against my breasts with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming—rough fabric against sensitive skin, his cock driving deep, his weight pressing me into the mattress."You're wearing my cut," he growled in my ear. "That means you're mine. You're ours. Say it.""I'm yours," I gasped."Louder.""I'm yours! I belong to the Steel Kings!"He
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