All Chapters of YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Hazel“I need to fuck you,” he said, his voice thick with hunger as he tore a condom wrapper. “Tell me you want it.”“I want it,” I gasped, still reeling. “I want you to fuck me.”“How?” His fingers teased my entrance, slick and ready. “Tell me how you want it.”“Hard,” I said, the word spilling out before I could think. “Fuck me hard.”He groaned, low and dangerous. “You’re gonna feel me for days.”His hands gripped my hips, lifting them slightly, the ropes keeping my legs spread. I felt the tip of his cock against me, thick and teasing as he rubbed it against my clit.“Ready?” he asked, his voice strained.“Yes,” I said desperately. “Now, Dylan, please.”He thrust into me in one deep, brutal stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, the stretch intense, overwhelming, perfect. The ropes held me open, making every inch of him feel massive and consuming.“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, pulling back and slamming in again, hard enough to make my body jolt. “You feel so fucking good.”

HazelI turned to look at him, Chase. His grey eyes were softer now, but still intense.“You’re different tonight.”“Leona’s rules,” he stated. “She said freestyle. I’ve wanted you like this, raw, no filter, since the first time.”My heart skipped. “Why didn’t you then?”“You weren’t ready.” He brushed a strand of hair from my face. “You are now.”I turned red. “What’s next? I hope we're not done?" I teased, the buzz making me confident.He grinned and leaned in, kissing me. “Fuck no, we're not. Get on top. I want to see you ride me.”My eyes widened, but the heat in his voice made me want to try. I pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips. He was already hard again.“Take what you want, however you want,” he said, his hands guiding my hips.I lowered myself onto him, slow at first, gasping as he filled me. His hands gripped my thighs, urging me on.“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he said. “Move, Hazel.”I rocked my hips, finding a rhythm. His hands roamed my body— my breasts, my waist,

Hazel'Dylan’s waiting in the tent. Show him who you are.'A smile played on my lips. Dylan had owned me last time; ropes, blindfold, commanding every move. But Leona's note lit a spark in me. Show him who I am? Oh definitely, I was ready to flip the script. I wore a red silk slip and headed out.I met Dylan there, shirtless, his blue eyes locking onto me. He had a coy look.“Hey,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “You ready for me?”He smirked, coming closer. “Question is, Hazel, you ready for me?”I grinned, feeling a surge of confidence. “Oh, I’m ready. But this time, I’m in charge.”His eyebrows shot up, laughing softly. “Is that right?”“Yeah,” I said, closing the distance, my fingers tapping his chest. “Lie down. Now.”He hesitated, his eyes searching mine, then nodded, a spark of excitement in his gaze. “Alright, Hazel. Let’s see what you’ve got.”I pointed to the bed, draped in white sheets, soft ropes coiled at the corners.“On your back. Hands above your head.”He obey

HazelChase immediately pulled me onto his lap, his cock hard against my thigh. “Spread your legs,” he said, his voice rough.I straddled him, gasping as he brought his cock to my pussy, sliding in slow and deep. “Fuck, Hazel,” he groaned, his hands gripping my ass. “You’re so damn tight.”I moaned as he filled me, the stretch perfect and overwhelming. “God, Chase,” I murmured, my voice breaking. “Keep going.”Marvin moved behind me, his hands warm on my back. “Think you can take two, Hazel?” he teased. I felt the oil as he spread it over my ass, easing me open.“Yeah,” I panted, my body buzzing. “Do it.”He pushed in slow, filling my ass. I gasped, my hands gripping Chase’s shoulders, the fullness intense, almost too much. “Oh fuck, Marvin,” I moaned, my body adjusting to both of them.“You okay?” Marvin asked, his hands stroking my back.“Yes,” I said, my voice raw. “Don’t stop.”Dylan came beside me, his cock hard. “Open your mouth,” his voice commanding but warm. I did, takin

Kaylor“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I muttered, tapping my forehead as I walked to my room after Aaron’s smug exit from the kitchen. His words– if you ever wanna talk through the wall again, I’m all ears– kept looping in my head. He knew. He’d heard me last night, moaning his name like some desperate creep. I groaned, flopping onto my bed. “Why didn’t I just grab my headphones?”The apartment was quiet now, Aaron probably off to the gym or wherever stupidly hot guys went on Saturday mornings. I wandered to the living room and spotted a hoodie slung over the armrest— definitely Aaron’s. It smelled like him, that warm cologne that made my stomach flip. “Screw it,” I said, slipping it on. It was huge, but it felt… comforting. I sank onto the couch. As I scrolled through my phone, my mind wandered back to last night, the sounds, his voice and I felt the heat again.“Don’t do this, Kaylor,” I whispered, but my hand was already slipping under my shorts, past the hoodie, to my damp panties.