All Chapters of Midnight Cravings: A Forbidden 18+ Erotic collection : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 1: The Only Bed LeftThe beach house was supposed to be perfect for our family vacation.Instead, it was a nightmare.Mom and her new husband my stepdad had booked a beautiful oceanfront property for the whole week, but when we arrived, the booking had a massive screw-up. Only three bedrooms were available instead of four. Mom and stepdad took the master. My younger stepsister got the small single room. That left me and my stepbrother, Jax — the arrogant, tattooed, 24-year-old pain in my ass — to share the last room.With only one king-sized bed.“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I muttered, dropping my bag on the floor.Jax leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest, that signature cocky smirk plastered on his face. His dark hair was messy from the drive, and his tight black t-shirt showed off the muscles he loved flexing every chance he got.“What’s wrong, little sis?” he drawled, eyes slowly dragging down my body. I was still in my travel outfit

Chapter 3: Daytime Tease & Nighttime SinThe next morning, I woke up sore in the best way possible.Jax’s arm was draped possessively over my waist, his morning wood pressed hot and hard against my ass. His cum from last night had dried on my thighs, a filthy reminder of what we’d done.I tried to slip out of bed quietly, but Jax tightened his grip and pulled me back against his chest.“Where do you think you’re going, little sis?” he murmured sleepily, lips brushing my ear. “We’re not done yet.”“Jax… it’s morning. Everyone’s awake,” I whispered, even as my body melted into him.He chuckled darkly and slid his hand between my thighs, fingers finding me still slick and sensitive. “Exactly. That makes it more fun.”He teased me with slow circles on my clit until I was biting the pillow to stay quiet, but he didn’t let me cum. Instead, he pulled his hand away with a wicked smirk.“Save it for later, princess. I want you dripping and desperate all day.”Breakfast was pure torture.The wh

Chapter 5: Midnight PoolThe beach house was quiet again by midnight, but sleep was the last thing on either of our minds.Jax had been teasing me relentlessly since dinner — subtle touches under the table, whispered filthy promises when no one was looking, and that cocky smirk that made my thighs clench every time.Now, everyone else was asleep.Jax grabbed my hand and pulled me out of bed, both of us completely naked.“Come on, princess,” he whispered, eyes dark with hunger. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you in that pool all day.”My heart raced as we snuck downstairs and slipped out the back door into the warm night air. The private infinity pool glowed soft blue from the underwater lights, the ocean waves crashing in the background. The risk was real — anyone could wake up and look out a window.Jax didn’t care.He pulled me into the warm water, pressing my back against the smooth tiled edge. The water came up to my chest, making my nipples tight and sensitive.“Fuck, you loo

Chapter 2: Mommy Takes Care of Her Naughty BoySophia’s warm hand stayed wrapped around my throbbing cock, stroking me slowly from base to tip. Her touch was gentle but confident, like she knew exactly how to drive me crazy.“Look at you, baby,” she cooed softly, eyes sparkling with lust and affection. “So hard and leaking for Mommy. All this time you’ve been sneaking my panties because you were too shy to ask for the real thing. Poor sweet boy.”She leaned down, her long dark hair cascading over my thighs, and placed a soft, teasing kiss right on the head of my cock. I jerked at the contact, a needy sound escaping my throat.“Shhh,” she whispered, licking a slow stripe up the underside. “Mommy’s here now. No more hiding. Let me take care of my naughty stepson properly.”Her lips parted and she took me into her warm, wet mouth. The sensation was overwhelming — soft, hot, and perfect. She sucked gently at first, swirling her tongue around the head while her hand stroked the part she c

Chapter 1: Broken CurfewThe clock on my phone read 2:17 AM when I finally crept through the front door.I knew I was in trouble.My stepdad, Victor, had set a strict curfew of midnight on weekends, and I’d completely ignored it — again. I was 20, but ever since he married Mom two years ago, he’d taken his role as the “man of the house” very seriously. Tall, broad-shouldered, ex-military, with sharp features, a deep commanding voice, and eyes that could pin me in place with one look.I tried to sneak upstairs quietly, heels in hand, my short black dress still hugging my body from the club. But the living room light flicked on before I even reached the stairs.“Elena.”Victor’s voice was calm. Too calm.He sat in his favorite armchair, still in his button-down shirt from work, sleeves rolled up to show powerful forearms. His jaw was tight, dark eyes tracking every inch of me as I froze in the doorway.“Stepdad… I can explain—” I started, heart hammering.“Save it.” He stood slowly, to