Semua Bab SIN:BATION — 20 DADDIES SECRET: Bab 301 - Bab 310

The meeting had run forty-seven minutes over schedule.I closed my laptop lid at 6:23 PM. The apartment was quiet. I leaned back in my chair, rolling my shoulders, feeling the tension knotted in my neck. The past week has been hell. Deadlines stacked on deadlines like bodies in a trench. Clients who couldn't make up their minds about anything.I desperately needed to decompress after working for so long.I'd closed the meeting window. I pushed my chair back from the desk, kicking my feet up onto the edge of the table. I closed my eyes, letting out a long, slow breath.My hand found my stomach first, resting there, feeling the rise and fall of my breathing. Then my hand slid lower, tracing the waistband of my sweatpants, dipping beneath.I was already wet. My core was slick and aching for a heavy, deep friction.God, I was always stressed, and when I was stressed, I was horny. It was a vicious cycle… work piled up, I got tense, I needed release, I touched myself, I felt better for abou

"Hey. Sara. Get up," I said, my voice cutting through the quiet room like a dull blade as I stepped into my bedroom, having traded my sweaty gym gear for a clean pair of shorts.She didn't stir. Her chest rose and fell in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, her lips parted just enough for her sweet breath to escape into the still air.The sunlight had shifted slightly, cutting a golden streak right across her thighs, highlighting every soft curve of her exposed skin."You've got to be kidding me," I muttered, as I stood at the foot of the bed while my gaze stayed locked on the subtle rise and fall of her hips.She's taking up the whole damn mattress in my shirt, pantless, like she owns the place. Every instinct in my body was screaming at me to walk out, but my eyes refused to cooperate. Step-cousin or not, she's pushing every single button I have. So why the hell aren't you moving, Marcus?Her pink pussy,wild open,oh fuck I swallowed hard,I looked down at my length it was already erect,fuck.Sh

It was a very messy day, I couldn't get Sara off my head. After gym I was supposed to hang out with some girls or so but I just had to go home and freshen up. After some minutes,I got home,the house was empty no one,like always so I walked upstairs and opened the door. My eyes caught something uneven, killing deadly like fuck,it was Sara,she was putting on my clothes for real she's staying in my room,my bed and now my clothes no never. “Take it off, Sara. Right now.” I stood in the doorway of my bedroom, my voice dropped into a low, lethal yet quiet as my gaze locked onto the fresh grey designer hoodie hanging loosely off her shoulders. The tag wasn't even fully detached—it was dangling by a thin plastic string against her sleeve. I had spent two weeks waiting for that package to arrive, and I hadn't even had the chance to wear it once. She didn't move. She was sitting on the edge of my desk, dangling her legs while tapping casually on her phone. "I'm talking to you," I raspe

“Unlock the door, Matt!” Sara’s voice didn't carry its usual mockingly sweet edge when the quiet, heavy click of the deadbolt echoed through the dark bedroom. She wasn't sleeping—she was lying across my bed, her phone resting on her chest, her dark eyes tracking every movement as I turned around to face her. “Not a chance, Sara,” I rasped out, my voice dropping into a low, lethal register as I reached down, undone my belt with one smooth pull, and stripped out of my clothes right there in the dim light. A dark, unyielding idea filled my head as I stood exposed before her, my rigid length already throbbing hard, pulsing with an aggressive demand. She isn't getting off easy tonight. She’s going to beg, apologize, and plead to feel every inch of me inside her before this night ends. She sat up quickly, her eyes wide as she took in my shadow looming over the edge of the mattress. “What the fuck? You're so huge. What are you doing, Matt?” she barked, after admiring my hard cock, a fla

Chapter 2: Demonstrating the quality Alex stepped out of the Elite Promotions office the next morning with a sleek black bag filled with sample packets.Vanessa had given him a list of upscale apartment complexes along with a simple but effective script: “Premium protection that feels like nothing at all. Let me show you why our clients keep coming back.”The pay was too good to ignore …$5,000 base salary plus 30% commission. Rent was due, bills were piling up, and Alex needed this job more than he cared to admit. He took a deep breath and started knocking on doors.The first few apartments brought nothing but polite rejections. A tired housewife smiled awkwardly and closed the door quickly. An older couple declined politely. A few men laughed, took free samples, and wished him luck. But on the fifth floor of a quiet luxury building, everything changed.A woman in her late twenties opened the door wearing a short silk robe that clung to her still-damp skin. Her dark hair was loosel