Lahat ng Kabanata ng YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES): Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

I'd been assigned to my new office this morning, and I was elated, certain reasons amongst others.By the time the afternoon rolled around, my office was set up– nameplate on the door, seats rearranged, books on the shelves and desk perfectly positioned. I’d barely finished stacking the last pile of papers when the knock came.“Come in.”The door shut, and I didn’t need to look up. I could already smell him.“You didn’t think I’d miss christening your new office, did you?” Tristan’s voice was low and cocky, as always.I smiled slowly, now past the stage of hesitating. “I was wondering how long it would take you.”He stepped closer, his eyes sweeping over me in one swift look. “Lock the door.”I walked and turned the key, the click echoing through the room. “Now what?” I asked, looking back at him seductively.“Now,” he said, walking toward me with that hungry look, “I make sure this desk knows who daddy is.”I leaned against the desk, crossing my legs. “You’re assuming I’ll just let y

Dana“Keep you happy? I should be saying that."I countered, cocking my brow."Same difference," he replied, with that same smug grin, and I could only roll my eyes, still catching my breath.“You’re impossible,” I muttered.“And you like it.”I tried to hide my smile, but he was already walking backward toward the door, looking far too satisfied with himself. “See you tomorrow, Dana.”But the next day, he wasn’t in class.Not in his seat. Not anywhere I searched with my eyes. I glanced at the clock for the fifth time during my lecture, stumbling over my words more than once, with my phone remaining awkwardly silent on my desk between classes, no texts, no calls, nothing.By afternoon, my chest was tight and by night, I couldn’t take it anymore.It was late when I drove to his apartment, covered up in my hoodie and sunshades. The hallway smelled of smoke and pizza, my heels clicking as I made my way to his door.I knocked.The door swung open almost instantly, revealing Tristan, shirt

I spent the entire day thinking about tonight.Back from school already, I eagerly waited for him, the lingerie clinging tightly against my skin. It was a black lace, barely covering anything, and I’d wrapped my robe over it so I could give him the 'big' reveal when the time came.The doorbell rang.I opened the door slowly, leaning on the frame casually like I wasn’t already burning inside. He stepped in with that cocky grin, his bag slung over his shoulder.“Hey,” he said, his eyes scanning me.“Bedroom,” I ordered softly, stepping aside.His grin widened. “Oh- getting down already?”“You’ll see.”I followed him into my room and shut the door. He tossed his bag on my chair, and before he could say another word, I untied my robe and let it fall.He froze.“Jesus,” he muttered, eyes darkening instantly. “Dana...”“I’m in charge tonight,” I cut in, my voice quiet but firm.“In charge?”“Mm-hmm.” I walked toward him until my chest was brushing his, my fingers playing with his shirt butt

DebbyI came home from campus two days ago thinking the summer would be hell. My friends were all leaving country on vacation, but I was stuck at my parent's home. They had missed me terribly, and couldn't wait to spend some time with me, but as much I wanted the same, I was already counting down the weeks till I could escape.Then I saw him.A moving truck pulled up early in the afternoon, right outside the house. Seated at the balcony, I was halfway through a cold coffee when the passenger's door opened and he got out.Tall. Broad shoulders. T-shirt stretched over a chest you only see in fitness ads. He was jaw-dropping.I leaned against the kitchen window frame, pretending to be on my phone as he started unloading the boxes.“Mom!” I called out frantically.She walked in, wiping her hands on her cute kitchen apron. “You don't need to raise your voice, D. I can hear you perfectly. What?”“Who’s that?” I asked, ignoring her comment, my eyes curious.She looked outside. “Oh, that’s Sh

Debby“Yes.”He didn’t hesitate for one second. He pushed into me slowly, filling me until I gasped. The stretch was intense, the largest I'd ever taken, making me hold my breath.“Fucking hell, Debby,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “You feel so good.”I clung to his shoulders, digging my nails into them. “Don’t stop.”He started moving, slowly at first, letting me adjust, but it built fast. Each thrust was deep, his eyes locked on mine like he was memorizing my every reaction.“Like that?” he murmured, picking up the pace.“Yes,” I panted, wrapping my legs tighter around him. “Harder, Shawn."He smirked, one hand sliding up to cup my breast and pinch my nipple as he slammed into me. The counter rattled under us, the sound mixing with my moans.“God, you’re loud,” he teased. “You're gonna wake up the whole house, Debby.”“I don't give a fuck, let them hear,” I shot back, my head tipping back as he hit the right spot. “Oh, fuck, Shawn.”He grinned and grabbed my thighs to pul