Semua Bab YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES): Bab 21 - Bab 30

Jenny“Give me that fucking phone, now!” I shouted and lunged at Ethan as he dangled the glowing screen just out of reach, his drunken smirk twisting his bloody face.“Not a chance,” he replied, stumbling back. His jeans were still open and his cock was soft but twitching like he was ready for more. “This is my leverage, Jenny. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”Tara gasped, her naked body pressed against me, her skin still slick from our cum.“You recorded us? Ethan, what the hell?”“Leverage,” he repeated, his eyes darting between her dripping thighs and my bare chest, the strap-on harness hanging loose around my hips. “You two keep me in this, whatever it is, or I post it. Wedding guests, your families, everyone sees you fucking like animals.”“I’ll break your fucking face first,” I roared, stepping forward with my fists clenched, but Tara grabbed me, her grip desperate.“Wait Jenny, he’s serious. Look at him.”“Damn right I am,” Ethan said, swaying, his grin widening as he

JennyHis words hit me like a slap.“This time, I’m fucking you, Jenny.”Tara flinched beneath me, her body still slick with sweat and cum, her breath ragged. My own heart was thudding hard, not from fear—but fury.I stood slowly, naked and shaking, but I met Ethan’s eyes with steel in mine.“You must be crazy! You think you can just—what? Demand it now? After everything?” I snapped.He leaned back in the chair like he owned the place, the fucking blinking red light still taunting us from the phone on the table.“I’m not demanding,” he said smoothly. “I’m cashing in. You knew it would come to this.”Tara sat up slowly, covering herself with the corner of the blanket, her voice hoarse. “Ethan… don’t.”He looked at her, and for the first time, there was something colder than lust in his eyes.“You made me a joke,” he said. “You left me humiliated at the altar and ran off to fuck your best friend. And now, I want you to get a taste of your medicine. You get to watch me fuck the love of y

LilyI took a deep breath before stepping out of the taxi. The luxurious hotel towered over me, its golden-lit windows reflecting against the dark night sky. I smoothed down my black dress that clung to my curves and checked my phone one last time.'Room 1703. Don’t be late.'My stomach twisted. This was insane.But so was my tuition bill.I exhaled sharply, forcing my feet to move. The lobby smelled like expensive perfume and polished marble, no one sparing me a glance as I walked to the elevator, though my heart pounded so loudly it felt like the entire room could hear it.I pressed the button for the seventeenth floor, my pulse pounding.This was just a weekend. A transaction. Two nights of surrender, and I'd have enough money to pay for the rest of the semester.The elevator doors slid open.I stepped into the dimly lit hallway, my eyes searching the numbers on the doors. Room 1703 was at the end of the hall. I hesitated, a part of me screaming to turn back.But then I remembered

Lily.The morning light crept through the curtains of Room 1703 as I stirred awake, my body aching in places I didn’t know could ache. Dr. Black’s words from last night echoed in my head- 'Somewhere more private. And more permanent.'I didn’t know what he meant, but the way he’d said it left no room for argument. I’d signed up for this. Two nights. Submission. His rules.I sat up when the bathroom door opened. Adrian stepped out, already dressed in black pants and a gray shirt with the sleeves rolled up.“Get up,” he said. “We’re leaving in ten minutes.”I blinked. “Where are we going?”“You’ll see.” He tossed a black bag onto the bed. “Put this on.”I unzipped it. Inside was a thin, black satin dress— short, sleeveless, barely enough to cover me. No underwear.“No bra? No panties?” I asked, my voice quiet.“You won’t need them.”I hesitated, then slid out of bed, naked under his gaze. My hands trembled as I slipped the dress over my head. It clung to me tightly, barely reaching mid-t

Lily.“Where’s this club?” I asked, my voice barely audible in the car. I sat between them, the red leather lingerie tight against my skin, heels pinching my feet.“Downtown,” Adrian said, eyes fixed ahead. “Private. Members only.”“What am I supposed to do there?”Marcus chuckled. “You’ll see.”The car slowed, pulling to a stop. Adrian stepped out, yanking me with him. Marcus followed, a grin on his face.“Inside,” Adrian said, pushing the door open.The room opened into a dimly lit lounge with a small stage at the center. Men and women in expensive clothes lounged with drinks, their eyes turning to us. To me.“Up there,” Adrian said, nodding to the stage.I froze. “Now?”“Now,” he growled, gripping my arm tighter.Marcus leaned in. “Relax. We’ve got you.”They guided me forward, my heels clicking on the wooden steps as I climbed onto the stage, Adrian and Marcus flanking me. A spotlight snapped on, blinding me.“Hands up,” Adrian ordered.I raised my arms, trembling. He grabbed a ch