Todos os capítulos de Touch Me, Step-Daddy; Forbidden Cravings: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Alex's POV Dean’s hand moved to his boxers, shoving them down in one rough motion. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy with veins standing out along the shaft. My breath caught hard; seeing it like this, fully hard and throbbing just from watching me finger myself.He wrapped his fist around the base, stroking once slowly from root to tip, his eyes never leaving where my hand worked between my legs.I couldn’t look away either. The way his knuckles flexed, the way his thumb swiped over the head every few strokes, spreading the precum that leaked out..it was hypnotic. My clit throbbed under my touch; I circled it faster, matching his rhythm without even meaning to. Our breathing filled the room, ragged and uneven, the only sound besides the wet slide of my fingers and the soft sound of his hand on his cock.He sped up a little. So did I. My hips rocked off the bed, chasing the pressure building low in my belly. His abs tightened, that perfect V of muscle flexing every time he pu

Alex's POVThe next day, I stood in front of the academy, staring up at the building like it might swallow me whole.My hands were clammy inside the pockets of my jacket. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to turn around and walk away. To run, like I did four years ago.I could do it. I could just leave. Get on a bus, go somewhere Dean would never think to look, start over again.But even as the thought crossed my mind, I knew I wouldn't.Because where would I go? What would I do? I had no money of my own, no access to my inheritance until this stupid marriage condition was met. And running away again wouldn't solve anything. It would just make everything worse.So I stayed.I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and walked through the doors.People moved in clusters, laughing and talking. It was just a normal morning in a building full of people who didn't know or care who I was.That should have been comforting.It wasn't.I pulled out my phone and checked the schedule Mr

Alex's POVI saw the smile spread across his face as he typed back his reply. “Sure.”But right now, all I felt was a knot of something tightening in my chest.The moment the professor dismissed us and the room started emptying, Simon was already on his feet, making his way over to me."Ready?" he asked, slinging his jacket over one shoulder.I nodded, gathering my things and standing up.We walked out of the building together, down the steps and into the pale afternoon light. The air was cool and carried the faint smell of rain from earlier in the week, that clean, damp smell that settled after a long pour."We should take my car," Simon offered, pulling his keys out of his pocket. "Where are we going?""I'll direct you," I told him.He nodded, clicking the key fob. A sleek dark grey car beeped in response from across the parking lot. Of course it was expensive. Everything about Simon was quietly, effortlessly expensive.We got in and he pulled out smoothly, waiting for my direction

Alex's POV He penetrated slowly, the head of his cock breaching me inch by inch. I felt it, the slight burn as he filled me, but it was…nothing much.Like my body was doing its job but my brain had already checked out. No sensational feeling. No rush of heat that made my toes curl. Just pressure and fullness. Nothing more.I stared up at the ceiling, counting the little dots in the plaster while he bottomed out with a low groan. His hands gripped my hips, thumbs digging in just enough to leave faint marks. He stayed still for a second, breathing hard and letting me adjust."You okay?" he asked."Yeah," I lied, forcing my legs to wrap loosely around his waist. "Feels good."He started moving then. Slow, careful thrusts at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Every drag of him inside me should have felt amazing. He had decent size, decent rhythm. He angled his hips like he knew what he was doing, hitting spots that would've made most girls moan for real.But

Alex's POVI took a slow breath, then turned around to face him.Dean was standing at the other end of the hallway, just outside his own room. Hands in his pockets. His face was unreadable but his eyes were dark and locked on me.He looked calm.But I knew better."A friend," I answered, keeping my voice steady.He didn't respond. Just kept staring at me with that cold, unflinching gaze.I shifted my weight, crossing my arms. "Why are you asking?"Still nothing.I felt irritation flare in my chest. "You wanted me to socialize, right? You wanted me to make friends and go to the academy and stop moping around the house like some kind of ghost. Well, congratulations. I'm doing just fine."His jaw tightened, the muscle there jumping slightly.Then, finally, he spoke."I don't want you bringing any man into this house again."I blinked.Then I shook my head slowly. "No."His eyes narrowed. "What did you just say?""I said no," I repeated, my voice rising slightly. "You and my mother want