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Chapter 4 Emily's POV "Daddy?” I called out, sweetly from the upstairs bathroom, my voice carrying just enough to reach him without being too obvious. “Can you please come and help me with something in my room?"Mom was downstairs cooking dinner, the clatter of pots and pans echoing faintly up the stairs as she cooked dinner. My heart raced with wicked excitement as the thought of being rammed up again filled my senses. God. I can't seem to get enough of that man. It hasn't been four hours since he left my room and I can't seem to get enough of him.The bathroom door was deliberately left unlocked, and I sat perched on the wide counter, completely naked except for my nerdy glasses, legs spread wide open in invitation. My shaved pussy was already dripping with anticipation, smooth folds glistening with arousal under the bright lights. The mirror behind me reflected my flushed cheeks and hard nipples. I heard Mark’s footsteps approaching quickly. He pushed the door open, eyes widenin

Chapter 6Emily's POV I was addicted. Completely, hopelessly addicted to Mark – my stepfather, the man who was supposed to be off-limits but now consumed every waking thought. After he claimed me all night in his marital bed, something inside me had shifted. I craved him constantly, my body aching for his touch even when he was just in the next room. The risk, the filth, the way he made me feel so utterly owned… it was like a drug I couldn’t quit.The day after Mom left for another overnight work trip, I stopped pretending to be subtle. I moved around the house completely naked, my perky tits bouncing freely, my shaved pussy already slick with anticipation as I did simple chores. Mark’s eyes followed me everywhere, dark with the same hunger I felt burning in my core.*God, I love how he looks at me. Like he wants to devour me whole. I don’t even care anymore that he’s married to Mom. This feels too right.*I’d just stepped under the hot spray when Mark joined me, already hard. Withou

Chapter 2Cody's POV A full-body shudder I didn't know I was holding escaped me as I watched Leo walk back to his room, that perfect arse moving under those soft grey sweatpants.God, help me. I had almost turned the boy over the mattress and fucked him right then. My cock was already hardening again just from the sight of him leaving. The curve of his back, the way the soft fabric clung to the cheeks of his arse, the faint marks my hands had left on his hips. Everything in me wanted to call him back, shove those sweats down, and push inside him until he couldn’t walk straight.I stayed where I was, one hand still braced on the dresser, the other hanging useless at my side. My cock was soft now, sticky and spent, but the ache hadn’t left. It sat low in my gut, heavy and wrong. The taste of him was still on my tongue from that last kiss – salt and spit and the faint bitterness of my own come.Never in my eight years of marriage to his mother had I imagined this day would come. I’d be

Chapter 4Leo's POV Cody stayed inside me for a long time after he came.I could feel every pulse of him, the slow throb as he softened just enough to stay buried without hurting. His forehead rested against mine. His breathing had evened out, but the tension in his shoulders hadn’t.Our breath mixed as his weight pressed me into the mattress in the best way. My own release was cooling sticky between our stomachs. I didn’t care. I didn’t even move because I didn’t want to break whatever this was.I ran my fingers up the sweat-damp line of his spine and felt the exact moment the guilt tried to creep back into him. His shoulders tensed. His breath changed.I tightened my legs around his waist before he could pull out.“Don’t,” I whispered. “Not yet.”Cody’s eyes opened. Still hungry.“Leo…”“Stay.” I rolled my hips just enough to feel him shift inside me. A low sound left his throat. “You already came in me. Pulling out now doesn’t make it less real.”He stared at me for a long second,

Chapter 6Cody's POVI pulled out almost immediately.Cum followed in a thick, slow drip, sliding down over his hole and onto the polished wood of the desk. Leo lay there folded open, chest heaving, stomach streaked, eyes glassy and unfocused. The sight of him – wrecked, still twitching – hit me harder than the orgasm had.“Fuck,” I muttered, voice rough.I didn’t give him time to catch his breath. I slid an arm under his knees and another behind his back and lifted him off the desk in one motion. He made a soft, startled sound and automatically looped his arms around my neck. He was light. Warm. Still shaking.The only long couch in the office sat against the far wall. I carried him there and laid him down on his stomach, one knee braced on the cushion so I could push his thighs apart. His hole was flushed and shiny, still twitching, a slow trickle of my cum sliding toward his balls.“Stay just like that,” I ordered.Leo shivered but obeyed.I dropped to my knees behind him, gripped