NEVER HAPPENED

“Daddy… I’m so close! Don’t stop… please don’t stop sucking my tits… your fingers feel so good inside me…” I whimpered. Victor growled against my breast, the sound vibrating through me. He pumped his fingers faster and harder, the heel of his palm grinding against my clit with every thrust. His mouth worked my nipples mercilessly—sucking, licking, gently biting—alternating between both breasts until I was shaking. “That’s it, baby girl,” he rasped between sucks, voice dark and strained. “Cum for Daddy. Let me feel this tight little pussy squeeze my fingers. Cum all over my hand while I suck on these perfect tits.” Those words pushed me over the edge then my orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave. “Oh fuck— Daddy!” I cried out sharply, my back arching violently out of the water. My walls clamped down hard around his thrusting fingers, pulsing and fluttering as intense pleasure ripped through my body. My thighs trembled uncontrollably, water splashing everywhere as my hips b

CAN'T SLEEP

AUTHOR'S POV The corridor was silent past midnight when Mateo finally stopped pretending he could sleep. Laila had taken over his head. Those ice-blue eyes locking onto his for half a second across the dinner table. The way her golden-blonde hair spilled over one shoulder and that sexy body of hers. Pale skin, full breasts barely contained by the lace she’d worn earlier, nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric every time she shifted. That plump, round ass peeking out whenever she reached across the table. He had spent the entire meal pretending to listen to the table talk while the same images looped in his head: Laila coming down the staircase, hips swaying seductively. She was supposed to be his soon-to-be stepsister. Their parents were getting married in a month. It was fucked up that he was already fantasizing about her. He dragged both hands down his face, pressing hard against his eyes until spots bloomed behind his lids. "Get it together, man. You

DON'T BLAME ME

He took one step closer, then another, until he stopped at the foot of her bed. Close enough to see how soft and perfect she looked in the moonlight with the nightie rucked high, the pale swell of her smooth ass exposed. His cock strained painfully against the thin cotton of his sweatpants, throbbing with every heartbeat. "This is bad. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be doing this..I should leave." He muttered to himself, but his feet refused to move. Laila shifted in her sleep with a small, unconscious roll of her hips that dragged the hem of her nightie higher up her thighs. A soft sigh escaped her parted lips. That single sound undid him and shatter every single self control he built seconds ago. He immediately went to his knees beside the mattress, bringing his face level with her hip. His heart hammered so violently he was terrified the sound alone would wake her. Somehow, it didn’t. His gaze dragged over her greedily, in a slow and possessive way, memorizing every i

NOT CONVINCING

Laila bucked hard, trying to twist her head free. Her nails raked across his wrist, but the scratches were weak, almost half-hearted. Her body stayed pressed back against his, her round ass grinding against his cock in involuntary circles every time his fingers curled deeper inside her soaked heat. She was dripping hot, coating his knuckles, the wet sound of it filled the quiet room. He slid his free hand under the bunched satin of her nightie, found one nipple already pebbled tight, and pinched it hard. "Ahhhh." She cried aganist his palm in a muffled sound. Mateo didn't stop, he went on and rolled the sensitive peak between his thumb and forefinger until she arched sharply, another choked whimper vibrating against his palm. His other hand clamped down on her hip, pinning her firmly in place so she couldn’t roll away. He leaned over her, chest flush against her back, his weight heavy enough to trap her without crushing. His mouth found the shell of her ear. “Don’t act l

WET

He sped up, fingers pumping faster, thumb grinding her clit in messy wet circles. Her struggles turned into shudders and her hand on his wrist stopped pushing but gripping on him like a lifeline. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Come for me. Come on your stepbrother’s fingers while you pretend you don’t want it. Let me feel how much you need this.” She shook her head again, frantic and weak, but her pussy clamped down around him, sucking him in. Then she shattered. Her back arched so hard it lifted her off the mattress, thighs quivering, walls pulsing around his fingers in spasms. Hot juices coated his hand, his wrist, the sheet beneath her. He didn’t stop right away. He kept stroking slowly and deeply through the aftershocks until she was whimpering, oversensitive, trying to squirm away for real now. Only then did he ease his fingers out, watching the way her body tried to follow them. He released her mouth completely. She gasped for air, chest heaving, cheeks flushe

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NEVER HAPPENED

CAN'T SLEEP

DON'T BLAME ME

NOT CONVINCING

WET