Semua Bab Sinfully Yours Step Daddy : Bab 11 - Bab 20

~AdrianI fucked her doggy style, cock slammed deep into Ava’s pussy, her screams, “Fuck me madly, daddy!” her scream tore through the blaring rock music, her ass jiggled with each brutal thrust, red from my spank, her nails clawed the SUV’s carpet.Her pussy gripped me tight, soaked and pulsing, slick dripped down her thighs, coated my balls. I yanked her ponytail harder, arched her back more, pounded relentlessly, her sobs begged for ruin. My phone buzzed in my pocket, vibration sharp against my thigh, but I ignored it, focused on her trembling body, her cries. I thrusted my cock in her pussy five times more, each one harder, deeper, hips snapped sharp, balls slapped her clit, her screams broke into whimpers, “Adrian, yes!” Then it hit, orgasm roared through me.I came hard, flooded her pussy with thick, hot cum, filled her deep, spilled out around my cock, dripped to the mat below.I pulled out slowly, her pussy clenched once, reluctant, cum leaked down her thighs, mixed with her

~AvaThe alarm on my phone went off at six-thirty, same as every morning, that stupid chirpy bird sound I downloaded freshman year because I thought it was cute. Now it just makes me want to hurl the thing across the room. I slapped it silent and lay there staring at the ceiling, fairy lights still on from last night, twinkling like they were in on the joke. My mouth tasted like blood and I slept. I dragged myself up, feet hitting the cold hardwood, and shuffled to the bathroom before anyone else stirred.Door locked. Toothbrush in hand. I scrubbed hard, like I could scrub the smell of him out of the air that clung to my skin even though I’d showered twice after burning those sheets in the fire pit out back. Mom thought I was being dramatic about a “nail polish accident.” Whatever. The smoke had curled up black and thick, and I’d poked at it with a stick until the pink fabric turned to ash. Still felt like he was watching from the kitchen window. Probably was.I spat, rinsed, avoi

~AvaThe house was dead quiet when I woke up, no clatter of pans, no low murmur of Adrian’s voice, no Mom humming off key to the radio while she packed lunches. Just the faint smell of last night’s sex still clinging to the hallway like smoke. I lay there a minute, staring at the ceiling, thighs sticky, pulse still thrumming from the dream where he’d had me bent over that bed instead.I rolled out, grabbed fresh underwear, black lace, the pair he hadn’t seen yet, and locked myself in the bathroom. The shower ran scalding. I let it burn, soaping slow, fingers tracing the faint bruises he’d left on my hips in the garage. I shaved everything smooth, just because. Just in case.Dressed in the shortest denim skirt I owned and a cropped white tank that showed the underside of my bra when I lifted my arms. No hoodie today. Let the sun hit my skin. Let him see.Downstairs, the kitchen was empty. Coffee pot cold. A single sticky note on the fridge in Mom’s handwriting, “Double shift. Love yo

~AvaHe rolled off, chest heaving, but his hand stayed on me, sliding down the sweat-slick curve of my spine, fingers tracing every bump like he was memorizing the map. I was still face down, thighs trembling, pussy throbbing, swollen, leaking him in slow pulses. I turned my head. His eyes were half lidded, purple hair stuck to his forehead, lips parted. He looked wrecked. Good.I pushed up on shaky arms, crawled over him, straddled his hips. He was still hard, slick with us, twitching against my belly. I dragged my nails down his chest, slow, watching goosebumps rise. I leaned in, bit his nipple, hard. He hissed, hips jerking.“My turn,” I whispered.I slid down his body, tongue tracing the line of hair under his navel, tasting salt and skin. His cock jumped when I breathed on it. I didn’t touch it. Just hovered, lips brushing the tip, letting him feel the heat.He groaned, hand fisting the sheets. “Ava….”I took him in one inch, then pulled off. Again. Again. Teasing, wet, sloppy

I parked in the driveway, gravel crunching under the tires. The house looked quiet, no signs of anyone home. I killed the engine, stepped out, and hit the locks with a beep.My phone buzzed again as I climbed the porch steps. Still Adrian. I tucked it in my pocket without answering and pushed through the front door.The living room was dark, the curtains drawn. I didn't bother turning on lights as I headed for the stairs, heels clacking on hardwood. I was almost to the landing when I heard it - the floorboard creak behind me, followed by heavy footsteps."Where the hell have you been?" A familiar voice growled. Adrian.I froze, one hand on the banister, pulse kicking up. He was behind me, close enough to feel his breath on my neck. I didn't turn around."I said, where have you been?" he snapped, grabbing my arm and spinning me to face him. His other hand braced on the wall beside my head, caging me in.I met his gaze, blue eyes dark with anger and something else. Something hotter."Ou