All Chapters of Sinfully Yours Step Daddy : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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Who's the father Christmas?

Five days to Christmas.I woke up feeling like someone had poured concrete into my chest overnight. My eyes were puffy, my throat sore from crying into my pillow until the early hours. The house was empty and quiet, Mom at work, siblings out for fun. Perfect. I didn’t have to fake a smile for anyone.My phone was a war zone, forty-two missed calls, mostly Mike, a handful from Sophie, three from Ethan. I didn’t open a single one. I deleted Mike’s entire thread without reading it, blocked Sophie on everything, and left Ethan’s texts for when I felt stronger. Right now, I just felt hollow.I stayed on the couch all morning in the same hoodie I’d slept in, staring at the TV without turning it on. Every corner of the house reminded me of Mike, his laugh echoing from movie nights, the spot on the carpet where he’d spilled popcorn and kissed me to shut me up. I needed to escape my own head.By late afternoon, I forced myself into the shower. Hot water, loud music, anything to drown the n

I Crave HIM

Mr. Harlan arrived faster than I expected, maybe fifteen minutes after Mike hung up. I spotted him before he saw me, pushing through the crowd near the entrance, scanning the room with that easy, confident stride. He was in dark jeans and a black button down rolled to the elbows, no coat despite the cold outside, looking every bit the dad who could fix anything but way too handsome for it. The club lights caught the silver in his hair, and a few women turned to look as he passed.I waved from my spot near the stage pillar, feeling suddenly ridiculous in my tight dress and bold makeup. He spotted me, smiled that warm, familiar smile, the one that had always made me feel welcome when I was over at their house and made his way over.“Mara,” he said when he reached me, voice raised just enough over the music. He leaned in for a quick, awkward side-hug, the kind dads give. “You okay? You look… different tonight.”Different. Code for dressed up, maybe a little too much. I felt my cheeks

Call me Jack while you cum

He didn’t let go of my hand.Mr. Harlan led me through the crowd, weaving past bodies pressed too close, past the bar where girls were laughing too loud, past the stage where Derek was still grinding for tips. His grip was firm, warm, steady like he was making sure I wouldn’t disappear into the chaos. I could feel the tension in his fingers, the way his thumb brushed my knuckles once, almost by accident. Or maybe not.We didn’t go toward the main exit. Instead, he turned down a narrow hallway lined with red velvet ropes and “Staff Only” signs. The music dulled behind us, replaced by the low hum of the club’s ventilation and our footsteps on the concrete floor.At the end of the hall was a heavy metal door marked “Rooftop Balcony Private.” He pushed it open with his shoulder, cold December air rushing in like a slap.The balcony was small, half hidden behind a brick wall, strung with white Christmas lights that flickered softly against the night sky.A couple of heaters glowed orang

Taking Control

Four days to Christmas.The house was quiet, the way it always got this time of year when everyone else was out shopping or wrapping gifts. Mom had left an hour ago to meet friends for drinks, my little brother was at a sleepover, and I had the couch all to myself. The tree lights blinked softly in the corner, casting red and green spots across the living room walls. Home Alone was playing on the TV, my annual ritual, the one thing I never skipped, no matter how bad the year had been.Kevin was just about to set the traps when my phone buzzed on the coffee table. I glanced at the screen.Jack.My heart did a stupid little flip. I’d saved his number as “Jack” after the balcony, but I still thought of him as Mr. Harlan half the time. The man who’d driven me home that night, kissed me softly on the forehead at my door, and hadn’t said a word since.I let it ring twice before I answered, voice quiet.“Hey.”“Hey, Mara.” His voice was low, warm, the same one that had growled my name ag

My Awesome Twin Cousins

Three days to Christmas.I woke up in my own bed, sheets tangled around my legs, the faint scent of Jack still clinging to my skin from yesterday.My head was spinning, not from the wine we’d cracked open after the couch, but from everything else. The way he’d looked at me when he left at 2 p.m., coat half buttoned, hair messed up, promising to text me later. The way my body still ached in the best places. The way I felt… lighter, somehow, despite everything that had happened with Mike.I was smiling into my pillow when the noise started.Laughter. Loud, overlapping voices. Footsteps thumping down the hallway. A kid’s shriek followed by the unmistakable sound of someone tackling someone else onto the carpet.I sat up, confused. Our house was small, Mom, Dad, my little brother, and me. Four people. That was it. We didn’t have surprise guests. Not on a random Tuesday morning three days before Christmas.The nois

Both Of Them On Me

I stared at them, mouth dry, pulse hammering in my ears. Ava and Isla were still pressed close, cheeks flushed, lips red from kissing each other.Their hands hadn’t moved from where they were, Ava’s fingers kneading Isla’s ass through her leggings, Isla’s nails lightly scraping Ava’s lower back. They were looking at me like they already knew what my body was doing.I shifted on the bed, thighs pressing together, trying to ease the ache between my legs. It didn’t help. If anything, it made it worse.“I…” My voice came out small, shaky. “I don’t know what to do.”Ava’s smile softened. She let go of Isla’s ass and reached for my hand instead, lacing our fingers together. Her skin was warm.“You don’t have to do anything,” she said gently. “We just wanted to show you. No pressure.”Isla leaned forward, resting her chin on Ava’s shoulder so she could see me better. “But if you want to… we’d love it. You’re our family. You’re safe with us.”I looked between them, identical faces, identica

Feel So Good

We were all downstairs again, family dinner, the big table crammed with food, laughter bouncing off the walls. Mom had gone all out, roast chicken, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, the works. Dad was telling some old story about the time he and Mom got stuck in a snowstorm on their honeymoon. Finn and my little brother were fighting over the last dinner roll. The Christmas lights twinkled above us, and the fire crackled in the background. It should have felt normal. Safe.But Ava was sitting right beside me.Under the table, her hand had found my thigh the moment we sat down. She’d started slowly, just light strokes over my leggings, innocent enough that no one would notice. But now her fingers were inching higher, sliding under the waistband, dipping inside.I tried to focus on the food. On Dad’s story. On anything but the heat building between my legs.She pulled my top up just enough, slowly, carefully so her hand could slip under my sweater and into my panties without anyone

The Incredible Unplanned Threesome

Three days to Christmas.I woke up tangled in my sheets, body sore in the most delicious way, muscles I didn’t know I had aching from last night with Isla. The room still smelled faintly of vanilla and sex. She was gone, probably slipped back to the guest room before anyone noticed. Smart.I lay there for a minute, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything, Ava under the dinner table, Isla against the wardrobe, both of them on my bed. My face burned just thinking about it. I’d crossed so many lines in the past week I couldn’t even see them anymore.My phone buzzed on the nightstand.Jack.A simple text: “Grand Harbor Hotel. Room 812. Noon. Don’t eat lunch, I’ll order room service.”Followed by a pinned location.My stomach flipped. Heat rushed straight between my legs. I hadn’t seen him since the night on my couch, but I’d thought about him constantly, his hands, his mouth, the way he’d groaned my name.I texted back, “Ill be there.”Then I jumped in the shower, letting the hot

Best One Ever

Isla turned to me, hands clasped under her chin, eyes wide and pleading like a puppy begging for a treat.“Sister, please,” she said, voice soft and whiny, lower lip pushed out. “You’re not sharing him alone. That’s not fair. I’ve been good. I waited in the lobby like you asked… mostly.”I stared at her, irritation warring with something hotter. She looked ridiculous and adorable at the same time, and the way she said “sister” sent a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with guilt.Jack watched us both, arms still crossed, that calm, unreadable expression on his face. He didn’t say a word, he just waited for me to decide.I exhaled hard, running a hand through my hair.“Fine,” I muttered. “Threesome it is.”Isla’s face lit up like I’d just handed her the best Christmas present ever. She actually bounced a little on her toes.Jack’s mouth curved into a slow, approving smile. He pushed off the desk and nodded toward the king sized bed in the center of the room.“Both of you,” he

Merry Christmas Cara

The snow fell heavy outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, blanketing Chicago in a deceptive white hush. Christmas lights twinkled from the skyline below, but up here, in Angelo Rossi's domain, the holiday felt like just another layer of tension, red velvet ropes hanging from the four poster beds like twisted garlands, a crystal decanter of spiked eggnog on the nightstand. I stood in the center of the room, heart pounding, dressed in the black lace lingerie he'd sent to my apartment that morning with a note, “Wear this. 8 PM. No panties.”Angelo Don Rossi to the world, my forbidden obsession for months, circled me slowly, his tailored suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up to reveal inked forearms corded with muscle. The Mafia kingpin who'd pulled me from a shitty waitressing job into his shadow world, not with threats, but with that dark, magnetic pull I couldn't resist. We'd danced around this for weeks, stolen kisses in his limo, his hand on my thigh under the

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