All Chapters of YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES): Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

VanessaDerek froze for a second, his cock still buried deep inside me.We both listened, holding our breaths as we heard the voices murmuring. My panic rose, imagining hikers seeing us like this, exposed and entangled.“Shit,” he muttered, but he didn’t pull out. Instead, he thrust in again slowly, making me gasp. “Don’t move.”The footsteps grew closer, my heart beat growing louder.“Derek, stop,” I hissed, trying to push back, but his grip on my hips tightened.“Shh,” he whispered, leaning over me, his chest against my back. “Just wait.”The voices peaked, laughter, casual chat, then faded, drifting away down another path. False alarm. Relief washed over me.“See? Gone,” he stated, voice low and smug. “Now, where were we?”Before I could protest, he slammed into me harder, his thrusts aggressive, punishing.“Fuck, that got you tighter,” he groaned, pounding into me.“Oh, God,” I moaned, pushing back to meet him, the fear morphing into fuel. “I don't want you to stop anymore.”“Wasn

VanessaI felt his presence behind the door, his shadow visible under the gap, and as my heart tripped.Robyn was down the hall in their bedroom. What the hell was he doing here?“Derek?” I whispered, yanking the covers over me, my fingers slick, my body still trembling. “What do you want?”The door creaked slightly, and I realized I'd just banged the door without clicking the lock. He stepped inside, closing it softly behind him. He was shirtless again, wearing only those damn sweatpants, his eyes locked on me with that hungry gaze.“Robyn’s asleep,” he said, voice hushed but firm, stepping closer. “I could hear you Vanessa, moaning my name.”I sat up, clutching the blanket to my chest, my face burning.“You can’t be here,” I hissed, ignoring his comment and glancing at the door. “She’s right down the hall. Get out.”He didn’t move, his eyes flicking over me, lingering where the blanket barely covered my thighs. “You don’t mean that. I heard you, saying my name. You’re thinking about

VanessaDerek, my daughter’s fiancé, the man I’d fucked multiple time yesterday, was with her now, giving her what he’d given me.Jealousy stabbed through me, irrational I knew, but mixing with guilt that felt so heavy I could barely breathe. He was hers, not mine, yet I’d let him take me, again and again, betraying her in ways I couldn’t undo. How had I fucked up this badly? How was I going to get out of this mess?I turned away, retreating to the kitchen. Coffee. I needed coffee to think, to figure out how to face them without cracking. I had to stop this, lock it down and avoid him, be the mother Robyn deserved, that is if there was any hope left.The guest room went quiet after what felt like hours, and soon Robyn bounced downstairs, glowing.“Morning, Mom!” she chirped, grabbing a mug. “Slept so good. Derek’s still in bed, lazy ass.”I forced a smile, pouring coffee. “Morning, sweetie. You seem chipper.”She grinned, sipping. “Yeah, just… happy, you know? Derek’s amazing. I’m so

TessaRyan lay beside me in bed, scrolling through his phone as I stared at the rotating ceiling fan, lost in thoughts.We’d been married five years, and somewhere along the way, the fire had dimmed. I wanted to feel something, anything, different from the stale usual.“Hey,” I whispered, rolling onto my side to face him. “You wanna… you know, try tonight?”He set his phone down on the nightstand, turning to me with that familiar half-smile. “Yeah, sure. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”His voice was casual, like we were discussing what to have for breakfast, then he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine in a kiss that felt scripted, like we’d done it a thousand times before. Which we had.I kissed him back, trying to summon a spark as I slid my hand on his chest under his T-shirt.“Remember how we used to stay up all night?” I murmured against his mouth, hoping to stir a memory that might ignite us. “Back when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other?”He chuckled lightly, pulling my

Tessa“It made me so fucking hard,” Ryan growled, thrusting his fingers in faster. “Jealous, but so fucking turned on."“Oh shit, Ryan,” I cried, my body tensing as the pressure built."“You’re my dirty little wife,” he said, not in a scripted manner, but flowing naturally. His free hand slid up to pinch my nipple through my shirt.“Harder, please,” I begged, grinding my hips against his hand. “Fuck me with your fingers like it's your dick."He did, slamming them in and out, the wet sloppy sounds echoing in the kitchen. I broke, my orgasm hitting so hard as I cried out, louder than I had in years. It went on and on, leaving me breathless.“Holy fuck,” I gasped, slumping forward against him, my legs shaking. “That was… insane.”Ryan pulled his fingers out slowly, bringing them to his lips as he sucked them clean. “You taste so good, babe. But I’m not done with you yet.”My heart raced as he scooped me up, carrying me toward the bedroom. “Ryan, we're not done with the dishes," I laughed