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I've fantasized about the man who fucked my face in a bathroom for two weeks straight. Turns out, he's about to become my stepfather.The recognition hit us at the exact same moment.I watched the color drain from his face. Watched his eyes go wide with horror. Watched his mouth open slightly like he was about to say something and then snap shut.I probably looked the same. Felt the same. Like the floor had just dropped out from under me and I was falling through space.My mom, completely oblivious, was beaming. Practically glowing with happiness."Ava, this is Marcus!" She grabbed his arm, pulled him closer. "Marcus, my daughter."Marcus.His name was Marcus.He extended his hand. It took me a second to realize I was supposed to shake it.When our hands touched, I felt it everywhere. The memory of those fingers inside me. The way they'd gripped my hair. The way they'd made me come."Nice to meet you," he said. His voice was strained. Careful."You too," I managed.We dropped hands li

His hands dropped like I'd burned him. He stepped back, putting distance between us."Go back to the table," he said."What about you?""I'll be there in a minute."I should've left. Should've walked out and never looked back.Instead, I looked at him one more time.He was gripping the edge of the sink, head down, shoulders tight.And I could see it. The bulge in his pants. The evidence that he wanted this just as much as I did, no matter how much he pretended otherwise.I left him there.---When I got back to the table, my mom looked up with a smile."Everything okay?""Fine."Marcus returned a minute later. Sat down. Didn't look at me.We made it through dessert somehow. My mom ordered tiramisu and insisted we all share even though neither Marcus nor I touched it.Then, just when I thought this nightmare was ending, my mom cleared her throat."I have some news," she said, looking between us with barely contained excitement.Oh god. What now?"Marcus and I have decided to move in to

I couldn't sleep after that.Around midnight, I gave up and went downstairs for water.The kitchen light was already on.Marcus was there. Leaning against the counter in sweatpants and a t-shirt, drinking water straight from the tap.We both froze when we saw each other."Couldn't sleep?" he asked."No."I crossed to the fridge. Got a bottle of water. Took a long drink.Silence stretched between us."This is weird," I said finally."Yeah.""We should probably talk about it.""There's nothing to talk about." His voice was flat. "What happened before—that's done. I'm with your mother now.""Are you?" I turned to face him. "Because you didn't seem very with her when you had your hands in my hair.""Don't.""Don't what?""Don't make this harder than it already is.""Or what?" I stepped closer. "What are you going to do?"He set his glass down. Slowly. Deliberately."You want to know what I'll do?" His voice was low. Dangerous. "I'll bend you over this counter and fuck you until you scream

I came with his name on my lips. Hard and fast and overwhelming.But he didn't stop.Kept licking. Kept sucking. Kept fucking me with his fingers until I was coming again, even harder this time."Please," I begged when I could finally speak. "Please fuck me. I need you inside me."He looked up at me. His chin was wet. His eyes were dark."Are you sure?""I've never been more sure of anything."He reached for his nightstand. Got a condom. Rolled it on.He positioned himself between my legs.The head of his cock pressed against me, and I felt my breath catch.This was it. This was actually happening."Look at me," he said.I did. His eyes were so dark, pupils blown wide, and I could see everything in them—want and guilt and tenderness and hunger all mixed together."This is going to hurt," he said. "At first. But I'll go slow. And if it's too much, if you need me to stop, you tell me. Okay?""Okay.""I need to hear you say it, Ava. Say you'll tell me if it's too much.""I'll tell you,"

MARCUSI fucked my girlfriend's nineteen-year-old daughter in the bed I share with her mother. And the worst part? I'd do it again.I was lying awake at six in the morning, staring at the ceiling, while Rachel slept peacefully beside me. Completely oblivious. Completely trusting.Completely unaware that I'd taken her daughter's virginity in these same sheets less than twenty-four hours ago.The guilt was crushing. A physical weight on my chest that made it hard to breathe.I was a monster. I was everything wrong with the world. A forty-two-year-old man who couldn't keep his hands off a teenager. Who'd looked at his girlfriend's daughter and seen an opportunity instead of a line that should never be crossed.I'd betrayed Rachel. Betrayed every standard of decency I'd ever held.And the worst part—the absolute worst part—was that my cock was hard thinking about it.I could still smell Ava on the sheets. That sweet scent of her shampoo mixed with sex and sweat. Could still feel her. The