Semua Bab RED HOT STORIES (A COLLECTION OF ST*AMY STORIES): Bab 261 - Bab 270

LENA'S POVMy eyes rolled to the back of my head, my mouth gaping open as his tongue slipped into my pussy. His lips pressed against my pussy’s, his hot breath brushing against my clit. I closed my eyes, my hand grabbing a fistful of his hair as I pushed his face deeper.He lifted one hand over his head and began massaging my clit and a wave of pleasure swept through my body. I shuddered, years running down the side of my face.“Fuck me, D," I begged, the pleasure intensifying. “Fuck me, please."D lifted his head, a sly smile forming on his face as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I could see his cock throbbing hard under him and I knew he wanted him, but he didn't give in.He never gave in.When he was done, he cleaned his face, pushed down his hard dick and told me goodnight before walking out the door, leaving me alone in my dressing room. Night after night, this happened–feeding me with pleasure, but never giving me a taste of him–and each night ended with me trying

DAMIEN'S POVShe paused and there was some sort of hesitation even as she breathed. “Tonight will be my last night performing,” she finally said with a shudder in her voice. "Tonight will be my last night here.”I paused, my hand stilted on my belt buckle as her words hit me. Throughout our time together, I had never considered the thought that she'd be leaving. And hearing it now… I just felt a strange jab in my heart.Still, I didn't let it show. Just as quickly as I had stopped, I continued, picking my jacket from the floor. “So, we'll be seeing tomorrow then," I said simply as I slipped the jacket on.There was no reply at first and I didn't even bother looking back. It tore me to pieces to act this way but I had no other choice. What was I to do–tell her that I loved her and didn't want her to go? A showgirl was nothing but a showgirl and our business wasn't meant to bleed into our personal life. I have never let that happen before and I wasn't going to.Yet, there was something

JACE’S POVI cupped my palms together, scooping up a handful of water from the sink and splashing it over my face. The cold water stung and the air coming from the open door behind me bit at my skin but I didn't stop. No matter how much I poured, I still couldn't wash away the feeling of his warm cum dropping down my face."Fuck," I grunted as I punched the water, sending a spray of droplets flying in the air. "Goddammit, Jace, you stupid fuck."The light bulb above me flickered faintly, making the shadows shift across the wall. I placed my hands on the edge of the sink, leaning forward and resting my weight on it. I wanted to throw up, but I couldn't. I just couldn't stop tasting his cum in my mouth. It was a mix of sweet and cloying and it--Fuck, why was I even thinking about it?“What the hell was that, Jace?” I asked no one in particular as I ran my hand over my face. "What the hell did you do?"My mind was still scrambled with thoughts--thoughts I wanted out--and my mouth still h

JACE’S POVI pushed the door open and walked in, the faint crackling of the logs in the fire fading with every step that I took. My chest felt heavy and my mind was a jumbled mess of tangled thoughts.Liam and Tara.I couldn't erase that image of them kissing--Liam's hands slipping under Tara's shirt and squeezing her breasts as he climbed her and grinded her.I couldn't understand the storm of emotions that was riling within me. Was it anger that I felt? Shock? Maybe both? Or maybe it was something more...I grabbed my still hard dick, cursing under my breath. When I stood up from my seat, it had pushed hard against my pants and it would have been visible in the light from the fire so I leaned forward, trying my best to hide it as I came into the house.Why did watching them turn me on this much? She was my stepsister and this was supposed to feel wrong. I mean, even though our parents just got married this year, it still felt weird... yet hot.I ran my hand over my face as I walked

LIAM'S POV“Are you coming?" Tara asked without looking back as she made her way to the door.I looked down at my half-eaten food and then at Mila and Jace before getting up from my stool. Adjusting my shirt, I grunted and pointed at the door with my thumb. “I… better follow her,” I mumbled and Mila flashed me a knowing smile. I pushed mine down and turned to the door.Mila muttered something about me being hard already, but I just ignored her, pushed the door open and stepped out into the cool morning air.Even with my thick sweatshirt, the chill still hit me hard, biting and stinging against my skin. The sky was pale, streaks of clouds with golden hues scattered above us and the air smelled faintly of beer and smoke from last night’s fire. I rubbed my arms, trying to fight off the cold as I rushed to meet up with Tara.Ahead of me, Tara walked quickly down the dirt path with her robe fluttering behind her in the strong wind. I muttered a curse under my breath as I exhaled sharply.“