My boyfriend’s dad 1

My boyfriend hasn’t touched me in weeks, and I’m sex-starved.The words loop in my head like a fever chant as I pace the upstairs hallway, bare feet silent on the hardwood. Every brush of my thighs together sends a jolt straight to my clit, sharp and mean. My nipples are so hard they ache against the thin cotton of my tank top. I’ve tried everything—long showers with the detachable head aimed just right, porn on mute in the dark, even grinding against the corner of the washing machine during the spin cycle like some desperate animal. Nothing works. Nothing scratches the itch that’s burrowed so deep I can feel it in my teeth.Jake’s been gone eight days now. Some conference in Chicago he couldn’t skip, he said. He texts me good morning and good night, sends the occasional heart emoji, but his voice on the phone is distracted, tired. When I tried to steer the conversation toward something dirtier—told him I was wearing the red lace thong he likes—he laughed it off. “Soon, babe. Miss you

Last Updated : 2026-02-20

My boyfriend’s dad 2

The next day, I wake up sticky between my thighs, the sheets twisted around my legs like I fought them all night. My body still hums from the way I came apart under Marcus’s stare—hard, shameless, loud enough that the memory alone makes my clit throb again. I lie there for a long minute, listening to the house settle. No footsteps. No truck engine rumbling out of the driveway. He’s still here. Good. I don’t bother with a shower. I want to smell like sex, like last night’s desperation still clinging to my skin. I pull on one of Jake’s old college t-shirts from the dresser—faded gray, soft, too big. It hits mid-thigh when I stand straight, but the second I move it rides up, barely skimming the curve of my ass. No panties. No bra. Just the thin cotton and the cool morning air kissing every inch of exposed skin. I pad downstairs barefoot, heart already thudding too fast. Marcus is in the kitchen. He’s at the stove, back to me, broad shoulders filling out a plain black t-shirt, jeans

Last Updated : 2026-02-20

My boyfriend’s dad 3

We dance around it for days. Four days, to be exact—four agonizing, electric days of almosts and maybes that leave me raw and restless. Every room in the house feels smaller when Marcus is in it. I catch him watching me over the rim of his coffee mug while I stretch in the kitchen, arms overhead, shirt riding up to show the underside of my breasts. His eyes darken, but he doesn’t move. I brush past him in the narrow hallway, my shoulder grazing his chest, my fingers trailing—just barely—across his forearm. He inhales sharply. Doesn’t pull away. I “forget” to latch the bathroom door while I shower. Steam curls out into the hall as I soap my body slowly, deliberately, letting water sluice over nipples that stay hard even under the heat. I hear his footsteps pause outside. Hear the soft creak of floorboards as he stands there, just out of sight. I don’t call out. I don’t close the door. I just keep touching myself under the spray—slow circles over my clit, two fingers dipping inside—kn

Last Updated : 2026-02-20

My boyfriend’s dad 4

We don’t talk about right or wrong. We don’t talk at all. Marcus’s hand is still wrapped around the back of my neck—firm, possessive—as he guides me up the stairs. My legs are shaky from the couch, thighs slick with my own release and his spit, but every step sends fresh heat pooling low in my belly. His bedroom door is already open. The hallway light spills across the threshold like an invitation we’re both too far gone to refuse. He doesn’t turn on the overhead. Just the bedside lamp—warm amber glow that paints his skin gold and shadows the hard lines of his face. The bed is big, neatly made, navy comforter smoothed flat. No trace of anyone else. No photos on the nightstand. Just him, and now me. He kicks the door shut behind us. The click sounds final. He turns me around, backs me up until my calves hit the mattress. Then he’s kissing me—finally, finally—deep and filthy, tongue claiming every corner of my mouth like he’s been holding back for years instead of days. I taste myse

Last Updated : 2026-02-20

My boyfriend’s dad 5

The days blur into a haze of skin and heat. Time loses meaning. Mornings don’t start with alarms or coffee anymore—they start with Marcus’s mouth between my thighs. I wake to the slow drag of his tongue, warm and deliberate, lapping through the mess he left inside me the night before. My legs are already spread, one knee hooked over his shoulder, his big hands pinning my hips to the mattress so I can’t squirm away. Not that I want to. I arch into him with a sleepy moan, fingers threading through his hair, tugging him closer. He hums against my clit—low, vibrating—and sucks gently until my back bows and I come with a shuddering gasp before I’m even fully awake. He climbs up my body, cock already hard, and slides into me without a word. Slow, deep rolls of his hips while the sun creeps through the blinds in thin gold stripes across our tangled limbs. He fucks me lazy and thorough, kissing the sleep from my mouth, swallowing every soft whimper until we’re both trembling and he spills

Last Updated : 2026-02-20

All Chapters of Dangerous Love: Sin, Lust, and Scandal : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

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