บททั้งหมดของ Flesh And Fire: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

They say you need to love your family, but nobody told me exactly how to show that love, so I decided to show it by fucking my step sister. I couldn't help myself with that sweet, sweet body of hers. I did not care that she was my step sister. Her long flowing blond hair, her long, slender legs that were easy to wrap around my body in heated passion whenever we got into bouts of fucking. Those slender curves of her body, and the handfuls that it took to cup her large tits in my hand to squeeze. All of it drove me over the edge each time I touched her. That didn't include her large green eyes, her soft lips and the way they felt whenever they kissed me, and the way she moved, played and teased me.My step sister and I ha've known each other since we were about teenagers when our parents married and we became step siblings. My Mom divorced my Dad when I was about roughly 16 years old, and two years later met a man at her work named Daniel, who had a daughter roughly the same age as m

It took me a while to catch my breath, but Stephanie's breath was caught quicker as she slowly moved to stand up, and put her clothes on. We had just fucked roughly for what felt like hours, but seeing her get dressed almost made me hard again as I watched her first pull on her pants, covering up her delicious pussy and ass with her tight yoga pants, then came on her shirt, socks, and shoes.Turning back, she winked at me, and told me, as usual, not to tell anyone, especially our parents. Then she leaned over, kissed the tip of my pecker goodbye and left just as soon as she came, and in much the same way: Little to no fanfare. Just in, a quickie, and out.It wasn't until several weeks later though that she came over to my place, with me already ready and prepared to go at it with her that she brushed me off and told me the news: That she was pregnant.At first, I didn't believe her. I mean, come on. We always used protection. I always made sure to have condoms in the house just in cas

For a moment he just looked at me, after I spoke, his gaze steady, darkened with something that made my stomach tighten. Then he leaned in, his mouth brushing mine with a slowness that was somehow more consuming than a hungry kiss. His hand slid from my hip to my waist, then lower, fingers pressing into the curve of me in a way that made it very hard to keep still.The bed was cold against my shoulders and back as I leaned backwards, the contrast making the heat between us almost unbearable. I hooked my fingers in the edge of his shirt, pulling him closer. The taste of him was warm and familiar, and yet tonight it felt heightened, as if the resort air itself had conspired to make everything sharper.When his lips left mine, they trailed along my jaw, going right back to the sensitive place between my neck and my shoulder. His breath was steady, but his touch had lost its restraint.“Do you have any idea how hard it was not to touch you at dinner?” he murmured against my skin.“Prob

The first thing I noticed was the warmth. It wrapped around me like a second blanket, slow and steady, the kind that made me want to bury myself deeper into the bed and never get up. I didn’t open my eyes right away. I let myself linger in that lazy space between sleep and waking, listening to the rhythmic crash of waves somewhere beyond the glass doors.Then I felt it. The weight of Fred's arm over my waist. The slow, steady breath against the back of my neck. No, not just Fred. Now, he was Fred my husband. My lips curved into a small smile before I could help it.His hold on me was loose, but there was no mistaking it for anything casual. Even in his sleep, he was claiming me. Protecting me. As if letting go wasn’t an option.The sheets were tangled around our legs, and the air in the room was warm enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his bare skin. My silk nightdress had twisted up in my sleep, leaving most of my thigh bare against him. I could feel the faint rasp of

Fred’s POV"On this honeymoon?" I murmured."Absolutely."Her voice was warm, like she’d been saving that word for me alone. I couldn’t help but grin. The sunlight spilled in through the gauzy curtains of our cabana, catching on the curve of her shoulder as she leaned back against the cushions. The ocean was only a short walk away, but I didn’t feel any pull to leave. I had everything I wanted right here.Leyla’s fingers traced the rim of her cocktail glass, slow and lazy, like she knew I was watching. She tilted her head, catching my gaze with that half-smile that made it impossible to look anywhere else. I shifted on the cushioned lounger, stretching my legs out, pretending I wasn’t completely distracted."You’re thinking about something," she said, her eyes narrowing just slightly, like she could see through me."Not something," I replied, leaning forward, "someone."The way she flushed, barely there, but enough to make my chest tighten made me want to push her until she stopped