All Chapters of Sweet Surrender: A Compilation Of Spicy Erotic Confessions : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I DID IT FOR HER ASS (7)Troy’s mouth was still on mine when Cardy stood up and stretched, her yawn soft and sleepy. She didn’t say anything, just wandered out of the room like she trusted us to figure it out on our own. And I guess we did.He pulled me back toward him, slower this time, kissing like he didn’t need to prove anything, like we already understood each other. His hand was on my chest, warm and steady, fingers tracing over the curve of my shoulder like he was learning me.“You good?” he asked, eyes locked on mine.“Yeah,” I said, and I meant it. I didn’t feel nervous anymore. I wanted him. Not because she told me to. Not because I was curious. I wanted him because it felt right.I kissed him again and pushed him back onto the couch. He spread his legs and grinned up at me, cock already getting hard. I straddled him and felt him against me through my boxers. I pressed down and moved my hips, slow and steady, letting him feel it.“Fuck, Malik,” he breathed. “You’re really go

Content Warning:This story contains explicit scenes involving incest and BDSM. If these themes may be distressing or triggering for you, please skip this chapter or proceed with caution.Rebecca's POV I wasn’t supposed to be back here this long.Originally, it was just for the summer—help out around the house, save money before getting a place of my own. But weeks turned into months, and suddenly I was unpacking boxes like this was permanent.Mom was gone most of the time, working on some long contract overseas. It was just me and him now. He still liked to be called by his first name, Cal, short for Calvin, but in my head, it was always Stepdad. He’d been in my life for almost ten years. He never tried to be my father, never got too close, never pried. But something about that quiet distance had started to feel different lately.At first, I chalked it up to loneliness. I hadn’t dated in over a year. I hadn’t even kissed anyone since college. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. It just

Cal’s POVI leaned in and kissed her softly.Not with urgency. Not with greed. Just slow, deliberate pressure that said I want you to feel this. Her lips were warm, parted slightly, the faint taste of sweet gloss lingering on them. She tensed for a second, just barely, but I felt it. Her breath caught in her throat like her body hadn’t quite decided to surrender yet.But then she did.Her lips opened to me, uncertain but eager, like she was giving in to something she didn’t fully understand. Her hand lifted and curled into the fabric of my shirt, holding on. She pulled me closer with the kind of trust that should have scared me. Instead, it broke me wide open.Her thighs shifted under the covers, knees falling apart. I didn’t look down. I didn’t need to. I felt it. That instinctive response. That invitation.My hand slid behind her neck, cradling her head gently as I kissed her deeper. Her mouth tasted like mint and nerves. Every time my tongue touched hers, her breath hitched, her che

Teach Me, Step-Daddy (5)Rebecca’s POVHis voice was low, and his hands gripped my hips like he owned me. “I’m going to eat your pussy right here.”The words hit me harder than I was ready for. My legs tensed where they dangled off the kitchen counter. My breath caught in my throat, and my pulse thundered in my ears.I wanted to answer, but he didn’t give me the chance.His hands slid under my shirt, dragging the soft fabric upward until it bunched under my arms. My nipples were already stiff from the cool air, but when his thumbs brushed over them, I whimpered. Panic flashed through me. I slapped a hand over my mouth, terrified the sound had carried. My mother was just across the hall, in the living room, talking on her call.“That’s it,” Cal murmured, staring at my chest with a quiet hunger that made my thighs clench. “Be a good girl and keep quiet for me. You can do that, can’t you, baby?”I nodded quickly. His lips curled in a slow grin, and then he leaned forward to kiss my stoma

Teach Me, Step-Daddy (7)It had been three days since the kitchen.Three long days of avoiding her eyes, her voice, her laugh drifting down the hallway like it didn't burn me from the inside out. I'd kept my head down, tried to pretend like I wasn’t counting the minutes. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Legs spread on my kitchen counter. Breathing hard. Looking right at me like she wanted me to ruin her.I hadn’t touched her since. Not because I didn’t want to. God knows I wanted to. But because I was starting to lose the last bit of control I had.It was just past noon when I heard her mother’s voice outside. Laughing on a call, stretched out on one of the loungers in the backyard, probably with sunglasses on and her work phone pressed to her ear. I figured I was safe. I figured I could breathe for a few hours without Rebecca coming around the corner and ruining the grip I had on myself.I was wrong.I heard the sliding door before I saw her. Bare feet on the hardwood. Slo