Todos los capítulos de Sinfully Yours Step Daddy : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

~AvaThe second my body collided with his, the dam broke.His arms snapped around me like steel bands, dragging me flush against him. My mouth found his, desperate, messy, teeth clashing, tongues sliding, tasting salt and chocolate and weeks of missing him. I moaned into the kiss, grinding down hard, already soaked through my panties and the thin cotton shorts. He growled against my lips, hands sliding under the hoodie, palms rough against my bare back, then lower, gripping my ass and yanking me tighter against the thick ridge straining his jeans.“Fuck, Ava,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “You sure?”“Shut up and fuck me,” I panted, biting his bottom lip hard enough to make him hiss. “I’ve waited long enough.”He flipped us in one brutal move, my back hitting the couch cushions, hoodie shoved up to my neck, exposing my breasts.His mouth was on me instantly, hot and greedy, sucking one nipple hard, teeth scraping, tongue flicking until I arched off the couch with a broken cry. His oth

~AvaWe finished breakfast like two people who’d been starving for years.I licked the last bit of syrup off my thumb, and he watched me do it with that dark, hungry look that said the food part was officially over. The second I set my fork down, he was on me.He lifted me straight off the stool, hands under my thighs, towel gone in one tug. My back hit the fridge, magnets clattering to the floor. I laughed into his mouth as he kissed me hard, tasting coffee and bacon and pure want. My legs locked around his waist, his sweatpants already shoved down just enough, cock hot and heavy against my slick folds.“Kitchen first,” he growled against my neck, teeth scraping the bruise he’d left last night.He didn’t wait for an answer. One brutal thrust and he was inside me, deep, stretching me open, the cold fridge door shocking against my spine while he burned me from the inside. I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, ankles crossed tight at the small of his back. He fucked me standing

~AvaThe beat shifted again, slower, filthier, a nasty reggaeton rhythm that made the whole floor vibrate. Red lights pulsed like a heartbeat. The crowd around us melted into shadows; it was just him and me now, the giant and the girl he’d decided to hold.He didn’t ask. He just turned me with one smooth twist of his massive hands, my back to his chest, and locked an arm low across my stomach, palm splayed wide, fingers almost touching both my hips at once.I felt the heat of him through the thin straps, felt the hard line of his cock pressing against the small of my back, thick, heavy, impossible to ignore.I didn’t fight it.I dropped low, thighs spreading, ass popping out, and started twerking like my life depended on it. Slow at first, controlled, letting the cheeks clap against his jeans on every down beat. The dress rode higher with every bounce, the rings and straps did nothing to hide me. His hand slid lower, cupping one cheek, guiding, encouraging, a low approving rumble i

~AvaHe didn’t put me down.He carried me straight to the low, wide ottoman at the foot of the bed and dropped me onto it on my stomach, knees on the floor, chest pressed to the leather. My arms were still half numb from the cuffs, but he didn’t give me time to recover. One huge hand clamped the back of my neck, pinning my cheek to the cool surface, the other hooked under my hips and yanked my ass high.I heard the clink of metal again, felt the cold bite of a fresh chain looping around my wrists behind my back this time, then another short length snapped between my ankles, hobbling me. I couldn’t move more than a few inches in any direction. I was trussed, helpless, exactly how I’d begged to be.He knelt behind me, spread my cheeks rough, and spat once, hot and wet, right on my already soaked entrance. Then he drove into me in one merciless thrust, so deep my vision blacked out for a second.No slow build. No mercy.He fucked me like a machine built for destruction, hips slamming,

~AvaI stared at the screen in the empty third-floor corridor, the email from the registrar glowing like a death sentence:PSY-480 Final Exam – Last attempt before degree audit. Failure = automatic additional year.I laughed, one sharp, bitter sound that echoed off the lockers.An extra year. In this place. With these people. I was never coming back anyway. But the thought of that red “Incomplete” stamped on my record forever pissed me off more than it should.I still tasted Jason on my tongue, felt the ghost of his fingers in my hair, the way he’d whimpered while coming down my throat. My body was already lit up, craving more, craving release, craving control.Hartman wanted sex. Fine.I was done being the victim of men’s games today. If he wanted to play, I’d play, and I’d win.I shot him a text from a burner email I’d made weeks ago for exactly this kind of leverage.Office. Now. Door unlocked. You get one chance to fix my grade. Don’t waste it talking.Then I walked.Hee