All Chapters of Naked Scripts: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

STORM SHELTERCHAPTER 1RILEYThe tornado siren screamed across the neighborhood just as the sky turned that ugly bruised purple at dusk. My heart slammed so hard I could taste it in my throat. I stood frozen in the middle of my tiny living room for half a second before I snapped out of it, lunging for my phone and flashlight on the kitchen counter. My fingers shook as I clicked the beam on, the white light slicing through the dim house like it was trying to cut the fear right out of me.The automated voice crackled over the outdoor speakers, cold and mechanical. “Tornado warning in effect. Seek immediate shelter. This is not a drill.”I didn’t wait. I ran for the back door, wind already yanking at my clothes like invisible hands as I stumbled down the path to the basement shelter tucked beside the house. My pulse roared in my ears. I was fumbling with the heavy latch when a loud knock exploded against the door behind me.I spun so fast I almost dropped the flashlight.Knox stood ther

CHAPTER 3RILEYI woke up slowly, my cheek still pressed to Knox's chest, his heartbeat steady under my ear like a drum I could fall back into. The storm hadn't let up at all. If anything, it sounded angrier now, wind screaming against the house above us, thunder cracking so close the concrete vibrated. No light leaked through the cracks. Just the weak red glow from my almost-dead phone telling me it was sometime in the afternoon, maybe.I realized I was still draped half over him, my thigh slung across his hips, and his cock—still semi-hard—pressed thick and warm against my inner thigh through our clothes. Heat rushed to my face. Last night replayed in flashes: me grinding on him like I was starving, coming apart while he whispered filthy encouragement in my ear. God. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, trying to decide how to play this. I didn't want it awkward. Not when being this close to him felt like the only good thing in the middle of hell breaking loose outside.I shifted c

MOM'S BOYFRIENDCHAPTER 1Rachel had been dating Derek for six months now, and Mia couldn’t deny that her mother’s new boyfriend brought a certain energy to the house. At 38, Derek was fit from his gym routine, with a charming smile that always seemed to carry an extra layer of mischief. He was always flirty in that “joking” way when Rachel was around—teasing comments directed at Mia that made her cheeks warm but passed off as harmless fun. He also was rich rich.“Mia, sweetheart,” Derek said one evening over dinner, his eyes locking on hers a second too long while Rachel served the salad. “Rachel and I are heading to that week-long trip to the coast next month. The house is going to be empty, and you know how I worry about leaving it alone. You’ve got that flexible schedule since graduating. Any chance you’d house-sit for us? Water the plants, check the mail, enjoy the pool. What do you say?”Rachel laughed. “Derek, don’t pressure her. Mia has her own life.”Mia shifted in her seat,

CHAPTER 2Mia couldn’t breathe in the empty house. The keys Derek had pressed into her palm still burned against her skin hours later. She paced the guest room, phone clutched tight, his contact glowing on the screen. Just text him about the pool filter, she told herself. But her thumb never tapped send. Instead, she opened the photos she’d secretly saved weeks ago—Derek at the beach with Rachel, shirtless, abs glistening, that same smirk aimed at the camera.Her pulse hammered between her legs. “Fuck it,” she whispered, voice shaking. The master bedroom door creaked as she pushed it open. The king bed loomed, sheets still smelling faintly of his cologne and Rachel’s lavender detergent. Guilt twisted in her stomach, but the yearning won.Mia stripped slowly, peeling off her sundress and bra until she stood in nothing but tiny black lace panties. The cool air kissed her stiff nipples. She crawled onto the massive bed, right in the center where Derek slept, and propped her phone against

CHAPTER 4Derek’s eyes burned into hers, dark with hunger. “Good. Because Daddy’s not done wrecking you yet.”He rolled off her just long enough to yank open the nightstand drawer. Condoms. Rachel’s side, but he didn’t care. He ripped one open with his teeth, the foil crinkling loud in the quiet room. “Gonna wrap this thick cock up so I can feel every inch of that tight little pussy squeezing me without knocking you up. Not yet, anyway.” He smirked, rolling the latex down his throbbing length, the rubber stretching tight over every vein. “Look at it, Mia. Already leaking for you. Now get on top. You’re gonna ride Daddy like the filthy girl you are.”Mia’s legs shook as she climbed over him, straddling his hips. Her soaked panties were long gone—he’d ripped them off earlier and tossed them across the room. She hovered above his cock, dripping onto the condom. “Derek… Daddy… it’s so big. I don’t know if I can—”“You can,” he growled, hands gripping her waist hard enough to bruise. “Sink