All Chapters of Sinfully Yours Step Daddy : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Letting Him Go

~AvaI leaned up just enough to grab the back of his neck, pulled him down until our foreheads touched, and whispered against his lips:“Like a madman.”The word snapped something in him.His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back hard, mouth crashing into mine in a bruising, desperate kiss. Then he flipped me onto my stomach in one brutal move, dragged my hips up, and slammed into me so deep my vision whited out.No warm up. No mercy.He fucked me like the world was ending, hips pistoning, skin slapping skin, one hand pinning my wrists above my head, the other cracking down on my ass in sharp, perfect slaps that made me scream into the pillow. Every thrust drove me up the bed, headboard slamming the wall, sheets twisting under my knees.He pulled out suddenly, flipped me again, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drove back in, folding me nearly in half. The angle was punishing, his cock battering that spot inside me until I was sobbing, clawing at his back, coming hard

Last Updated : 2025-11-25

Don't leave, please!

~AvaThe kitchen lights were harsh at first, so I flicked on only the under cabinet ones, a warm gold glow, perfect for midnight cooking. I didn’t bother with clothes. I just threw on the oversized black hoodie Enzo had worn earlier, it hung to mid.thigh and smelled like him and tied my damp hair into a messy knot on top of my head.I cranked the speaker dock to life, some filthy, bass heavy playlist I’d made months ago when I wanted to feel dangerous. The beat filled the house, rattling the windows.Pancetta hit the pan, sizzled and salt and smoke curled up. Garlic, cracked pepper, parmesan snowing into the bowl. I was dancing barefoot while the pasta boiled, hips swaying, spatula as a microphone, singing off key and loud.The pancetta was just starting to crisp, spitting fat in the pan, when Enzo’s arms slid around my waist from behind. I felt his bare chest against my back, the hard line of his cock already pressing against the curve of my ass through the thin hoodie.“Thought yo

Last Updated : 2025-11-25

The Pizza Guy

~AvaEnzo’s bike rumbled to a stop right in front of the science building at 8:57 a.m. I climbed off the back, pulled the helmet off, and shook my hair out. He killed the engine, stayed straddling the seat, and tugged me in by the waist for one last slow kiss that tasted like coffee and last night.“Text me when you’re done,” he said against my lips. “I’ll be here.”I nodded, still half dazed from him, from sleep, from everything.He watched me walk inside, purple hair catching the morning sun, until I disappeared through the doors.The second I stepped into the corridor it hit me, the noise.Whispers, laughter, phones out, screenshots being passed around like drugs. The group chats were exploding. Someone had screen recorded the security cam footage that mysteriously appeared overnight, grainy, but Hartman’s face was unmistakable, Martha bent over his desk, skirt up, his wedding ring glinting under the lamp.I only videod Hartman in mine, someone must have posted another video. Gos

Last Updated : 2025-11-25

The Bitch That I Am

~AvaMorning came too bright, too quiet. Enzo still wasn’t back, he sent some cryptic text at 3 a.m. about Adrian “falling apart” and needing the night. I woke up sore, pissed, and restless.I rolled into campus late, hoodie up, coffee in hand, ready to ghost the day.Martha was waiting outside Scott Hall like a storm cloud with lip gloss.She marched straight up to me, eyes red, voice shaking with rage.“If you posted that video, I swear to God, Ava…”I sipped my coffee, slow.“Video?” I asked, all fake innocence. “You mean the one where your bare ass is bent over Hartman’s desk? Nah. I blurred your face, I didn't know who else made a video of you both. You’re welcome.”Her mouth opened, closed. A couple of people nearby slowed down, sensing drama.“I know it was you,” she hissed.“Prove it,” I said, stepping around her. “Or go cry to the dean about how you fucked your way into a sc

Last Updated : 2025-11-25

Would He Fall?

~AvaThe building was practically deserted, halls dimmed to emergency lighting, the emergency faculty meeting still dragging on somewhere down the corridor. I knew Lang’s office would be empty, the door unlocked, he was too disciplined to ever forget protocol, even in chaos.I slipped inside, shut the door behind me, and didn’t bother with the light switch. The glow from the parking lot lamps striped the room through half-l open blinds, enough to see the neat stacks of papers, the closed laptop, the faint outline of his chair.I felt electric. Untouchable. High on everything I’d done today and everything I still wanted to do.I dropped my backpack, kicked off my shoes, and hopped up onto his desk right on top of his tidy lesson plans and color coded folders. Papers rustled under my thighs.Then I leaned back on my elbows, spread my knees wide, and let the hoodie ride up to my waist. Nothing underneath. Just me, already slick and swollen from the day’s chaos.I slid one hand down my s

Last Updated : 2025-11-26

No, he didn't.

~AvaI yanked the door open, silk robe slipping off one shoulder, ready to drag Professor Lang inside by his tie.Instead it was just some random delivery guy, early twenties, curly brown hair, Domino’s cap tilted back, holding a steaming box like a peace offering.I slammed the door so hard the hinges rattled, stormed back to the couch, and flopped down, fuming.The nerve of the universe. The door creaked open anyway.He stepped inside, hesitant, but he stepped), closed it behind him with a soft click.“Uh… the pizza’s already paid for,” he said, voice cracking a little. “Online order, big tip included. It would be a shame to waste it.”I turned my head slowly, eyes narrowed.Enzo. Of course he’d ordered comfort food from halfway across town.The guy stood there, frozen, box balanced on one hand, eyes flicking from my bare legs to the gap in my robe and back up like he was trying to be polite and failing miserably.I let the silence stretch until it was uncomfortable.Then I crooked

Last Updated : 2025-11-26

The Bitch They Created

~AvaI woke up sore in all the right places, sunlight slicing through the blinds and painting stripes across the tangled sheets. Today was for Lang. I'm dressing specially for him.I showered slowly, letting the hot water sting every bruise and bite mark like a reminder of how alive I was. I shaved until my skin was silk, rubbed jasmine oil into every inch until I glowed. Then I dressed like I was walking into war.The skirt was black, pleated, scandalously short, barely brushing the lace tops of my thigh high stockings. The white button down was sheer enough to tease, tied tight beneath my breasts so the fabric strained and gaped with every breath. No bra. No panties. Just a thin black velvet choker that looked innocent from a distance and filthy up close.Hair wild and loose, lips painted blood-red, eyes lined sharp enough to draw blood.I cooked spicy garlic chili noodles in the quiet kitchen, ate them straight from the pan with chopsticks, leaning against the counter while the

Last Updated : 2025-11-26

Welcome to the club, professor

~AvaThe second the lock clicked, the air in the hallway turned thick enough to taste.He stood two feet away, hands clenched at his sides, breathing like he’d sprinted here.I didn’t move to touch him. Not yet.I just looked at him, slow and deliberate, letting the silence stretch until it snapped.“Say it,” I murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “Say why you’re really here.”His throat worked. His eyes dropped to my mouth, to the wet cotton clinging to my nipples, to the bare thighs I hadn’t bothered to cover.“I tried,” he rasped. “I tried to stay away. I tried to do the right thing.”I took one step closer.“And how did that work out for you, Professor?”His control fractured, just a hairline crack, but I saw it.Another step. Close enough that the heat rolling off him licked my skin.“Tell me you don’t want this,” I said, soft, deadly. “Look me in the eye and lie one more time. I dare you.”His jaw flexed. His hands twitched like he was fighting chains.I reached up, slow enou

Last Updated : 2025-11-27

Ride On

~AvaI woke up slowly, the way you surface from deep water, limbs heavy, skin humming, the taste of last night still on my tongue. Sunlight sliced through the half open blinds and painted gold stripes across the bed. My bed. Not the rug downstairs. Someone had carried me here after I passed out, boneless and dripping, on the living room floor.I rolled over and there he was.Professor Lang, standing at the foot of the bed in nothing but unbuttoned slacks riding low on his hips, shirt half on, hair wild, eyes wide and panicked like a man who’d just realized he’d robbed a bank and couldn’t find the exit. He was trying to button his cuffs with shaking fingers, muttering curses under his breath.Regret was written in every tense line of his body.I’d seen that look before, on men who thought they could touch the fire once and walk away unburned.I stretched like a cat, letting the sheet fall to my waist so my breasts spilled free, nipples still red and swollen from his teeth. His gaze

Last Updated : 2025-11-27

I'm Keeping It

~AvaI stayed at the window long after his car disappeared, naked, skin still tingling from his teeth and hands, the taste of him lingering on my tongue. The morning air slipped through the cracked pane and kissed the bruises blooming across my hips, my breasts, my throat. I felt marked. Owned. Victorious.I finally moved when the chill raised goosebumps on my arms. I padded downstairs, poured cold coffee from last night’s pot, and drank it black while leaning against the counter, replaying every second, the way he’d snarled devil like it was a prayer, the way his composure had shattered the moment he was inside me again, the way he’d stared at himself in the mirror like he didn’t recognize the man fucking me raw.I smiled into the mug.He was mine now, whether he admitted it or not.My phone buzzed on the counter.Enzo: finally free. on my way home. need you naked when I get there.I glanced at the clock: 9:17 a.m. He’d be here in twenty minutes, maybe less.Perfect.I left

Last Updated : 2025-11-28

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