All Chapters of Sinfully Yours Step Daddy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~AvaThe ride home or wherever this was stretched into an eternity of silence. I sat rigid in the passenger seat, the SUV's engine humming like a distant thunderstorm. My backpack rested at my feet, forgotten, as my eyes betrayed me time and again, stealing glances at Adrian Blackwood who claimed to be my step dad.The way his large hands gripped the steering wheel, veins flexing with effortless control. He was a masterpiece of contradictions, polished danger, sinful allure. Every stolen look made my pulse race, heat creeping up my neck. What was wrong with me? This was my supposed stepfather. Freshly minted family. Yet, my brain refused to compute, looping on the impossibility of his perfection.He caught me mid stare, those gray eyes flicking sideways without turning his head. A smirk tugged at his lips, low and teasing. "Keep staring like that, Ava, and I might just melt into the seat. Or worse, pull over to give you a better view."I cleared my throat, heat flooding my cheek

~Ava I woke up earlier than usual, the first hints of dawn creeping through the balcony curtains like sneaky fingers prying into my dreams. My body hummed with nerves, buzzing under my skin like live wires sparking against dry tinder. Sleep had been a joke, tossed and turned all night, replaying Adrian's whisper from yesterday, that bold stare at my naked body, the way he'd called my shape "nice" like it was his to appraise. Sex with someone over twice my age? Yeah, it screamed wrong in every rational corner of my brain, but my body didn't give a damn about rationality. It craved him, that towering wall of muscle and sin, Mom's husband or not. The workout today... it wasn't just exercise anymore. It was a battlefield, a tease, a chance to feel his hands on me again without the thin veil of "family bonding." I slipped out of bed naked, as always when alone, padding across the cool marble floor to the bathroom. The shower was quick, steam fogging the mirror, water sluicing o

~AvaSlap cracked across my cheek, sharp and stinging, yanking me sideways on the bed. I rolled over fast, sheets tangling around my legs, ready to unleash hell on whoever dared interrupt my sweet dream."Fuck off," I muttered under my breath, eyes still glued shut, clinging to the haze of sleep. Best dream ever, locked in some tiny room, door bolted, just me and him. Adrian. My stepdad. His hands everywhere, pinning me to the wall, that thick cock sliding deep while he growled my name like a curse. Moans spilling from my lips, his teeth on my neck, pounding relentlessly till I shattered. I woke up too soon, my body still humming from it, my pussy throbbing like he'd really been there.My eyes cracked open, and there she was, my Mom, looming over the bed, arms crossed tight, face twisted in pure fury.Those brown eyes drilled into me, lips pressed thin, the kind of stare that used to make me spill every kid secret back in grade school. What the hell did I do now? My brain scramble

~AvaI knocked hard, three sharp raps that echoed down the empty hall. I waited, foot tapping the scuffed linoleum, backpack strap digging into my shoulder. The door creaked open slowly, Harlan's face poked out, glasses perched low, tweed jacket rumpled like he'd slept in it. "Ava. Come in." He said, stepped back, held the door wide. I swallowed dry, I ducked under his arm, I stepped inside the office, door clicking shut soft behind me.I dropped my backpack by the door, I walked to the chair, I sat down stiff, hands gripping the arms tight. He rounded the desk slowly, settled into his swivel chair."So. The F." He said, eyes flicking to the list on his blotter, red pen capped beside it.I explained my grade failure to him, leaned forward quickly, elbows on my knees, words tumbling fast. "Professor Harlan, I swear I studied. Nights, flashcards, every formula. But the exam... blanked on half the proofs. Integrals mixed up, derivatives wrong. First F ever, my GPA's tanking, engineer

~AdrianI kissed her hard, my lips crushed against Ava’s, no holding back, just raw hunger driving me. Her soft lips parted under the force, I bit down, teeth sinking into her bottom lip, not gentle, until I tasted the faint liquid of her blood on my tongue. She moaned low, a sound that vibrated straight to my cock, already straining tight in my jeans, grinding harder against her belly through the denim. My hands moved fast, slid up her sides, found her soft boobs under that tiny crop top, I pressed them firmly, fingers digging in just enough to feel their weight. I could swear they were the softest breasts I’d seen in my entire life, full and pliant, molding perfect to my palms, nipples peaking hard against the thin fabric.I didn’t ask, didn’t wait, just grabbed the hem of her crop top, yanked it up and over her head in one quick tug, tossed it to the ground.Damn, no bra, her two soft breasts stood gallant before me, bare and perfect, nipples pink and tight, begging. My mouth