All Chapters of My Stepson;My Lover: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~Nivea I wanted him so badly and he could see it. I looked at him throughout, imagining he was the one I was dancing with as his eyes trailed down my body, only to freeze up when I felt Ryan’s hand below my breast. I totally forgot I was indirectly leading him on even though I wanted to get back at Zane. Zane didn’t waste any more time in talks and grabbed me by the waist, his body pressed against me as he devoured my lips, kissing me passionately. I tangled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer, my nipples brushing against his chest. He pulled apart quickly and locked the door, then turned around and swiftly lifted me up, placing me on top of the sink and pulling my skirt higher. Widening my legs further apart, his hand slipped in between my legs and I moaned out. I was wet and I knew he could feel it through my panties. I gasped as he ripped it apart. My hands dropped to his waist and I unbuckled his belts and pulled his pants down. I stuck my hand down his boxers and br

~NiveaI freshened up and came back downstairs for breakfast, Linda was just cleaning up. Sitting down, I grabbed a plate, piling it up with food as I didn't eat real food yesterday. Linda was looking at me weirdly, and every time I caught her, she glanced away.“Just spill it,” I dropped my spoon and faced her.“Well, I see you guys have settled your differences,” “Yeah, we live in the same house, we can’t hate each other forever,” I said, sipping my glass of juice.“That's great, but I don’t think sleeping together is a good idea,” My eyes bulged out of their socket.“Jesus! That's a very strong accusation, Linda, stop assuming shit about us,” I frowned. “Not that kind of sleeping together, but that was a very compromising position I saw you guys in. What if it was Thomas who walked in on you?”“But it wasn’t. Can we drop this conversation?” I was starting to lose my appetite and I didn't want that to happen. Nothing and no one was going to stop me from having a very last good da

~NiveaMy good time ended tomorrow because Thomas would be back, and I planned on having the best sex ever before he came back. Zane placed me on the bed, and I widened my legs as he climbed on top of me and started kissing me immediately. His hands slipped into my panties. I was already wet and ready for him and also decided to do the same. I caressed his shoulders down to his abs, my hands edging closer to his hard length before going back up. He groaned in my ear and I kept on doing that to him till I finally touched him where he wanted to be touched. He ground against my hand and moaned. His mouth left my lips and focused on my neck and breasts. I pushed down his shorts and grabbed his dick, slowly stroking him, as he slipped two fingers into my tight sheath causing me to gasp and shuddered. Soon enough I was fucking his finger while giving him a handjob. I was almost at the edge when I heard the sound of a ringtone and we both paused our hand movement.“Why the fuck does your

~ZaneYou married someone my age and you don’t want her to act her age and live her life? How despicable! He should have just married his age. But I kept my cool. “Why are you asking though?” he glanced at me.“Yeah, I thought we could go to school together,” I said.“Oh really? It’s good you guys are getting along,” Yeah. If only you knew how close we were.“Alright, I’ll check on her before heading to school,” I dropped my fork and stood up when my Dad stopped me.“I don’t think that’s necessary,” I could see the anxiety, laced with guilt in his eyes. ‘You may get it and I don’t want you transferring it to the whole household,”“No, I won’t,” I shrugged and was about to walk away but he grabbed my arm. “I just said I don't want you to see my wife!” he thundered. “She’ll stay in her room till she’s well, Linda will attend to her if she needs anything,”“Finish your food and hurry to school, I don’t want you missing an important class, you’re going to inherit all this one day and i

~ZaneAll I could see was his face and I kept hitting and hitting it till the chains cut off and the bag fell off. Everybody turned to look at me, “Sorry, carry on with your exercise,” I mumbled.I picked up the bag and went to put it by the side of the room so it wouldn’t obstruct anybody. This damage would be taken out of my paycheck. I wiped the seat off my body with the handcloth and grabbed my bag. “I can’t remember the last time you destroyed something in here,” I knew that voice from anywhere. It was Andrea, the gym owner. I came here a lot and after the accident happened, this was my fighting ground before he created the fighting ring. I used to destroy a lot of his equipment here, especially the punching bag. I mistakenly punched his face one time and he kicked me out of his gym. I hardly came here anymore but I needed to let out my frustration.“That’s coming out of your check,&r