All Chapters of WET and Ruined( collection of short sweet stories) : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

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Book 105: Failing Every Exam**

**Piper’s POVI failed the midterm on purpose.Not by a little. By enough that the red ink on the top of the page looked almost angry. Ethics. Business Law. Even the easy statistics quiz I could have passed in my sleep. I left answers blank. I mixed up formulas I knew by heart. I watched the grades post one after another and felt a low, familiar heat settle between my legs every time another F appeared.Ethan noticed.Of course he noticed. He was the one who had started tutoring me after the first failed exam “to keep Mom from worrying.” Private sessions in his study. Door closed. Textbooks open. His voice low and patient while he explained concepts I already understood.Tonight the study smelled like paper and the faint trace of his cologne. Mom was at a charity dinner. We had the house for hours.I sat in the chair across from his desk in a short plaid skirt and a thin white blouse, no bra, no panties. The same outfit I had worn the last three “study nights.” Ethan stood on the oth

Book 106: Why Do You Want Your Stepdaddy More?**

Sloane’s POVThe house was dark except for the single lamp in Jasper’s study.Mom had gone to bed an hour ago. We had waited the way we always did—long enough for the hallway to go quiet, long enough for her soft breathing to settle into the steady rhythm of sleep. Then I had slipped out of my room and found him already waiting, door unlocked, shirt unbuttoned, eyes dark the moment they landed on me.Now I was on my back on the wide leather couch, dress pushed up around my waist, thighs spread around his hips. Jasper moved inside me with slow, deliberate strokes—deep enough that I felt every inch, controlled enough that the couch barely shifted. One of his hands pinned both of my wrists above my head. The other held my thigh open so he could watch the place where his cock disappeared into me.Moonlight cut across the side of his face. His expression was intense, almost searching.He didn’t speed up. He didn’t speak at first. He just kept that same devastating rhythm—pulling back until

Book 107: A Cinema Date**

**Willa’s POVTheo bought the tickets without asking what I wanted to see.He chose the late showing of some long, slow drama that neither of us cared about. The theater was half-empty on a weeknight. We walked up the sticky steps to the very back row, the highest seats against the wall, and sat in the far corner where the light from the screen barely reached.Mom thought we were at the bookstore. She wouldn’t check for hours.I wore a loose skirt and nothing underneath, the way he had told me to. Theo sat on my left, long legs stretched out, arm resting along the back of my seat like any ordinary stepfather taking his stepdaughter to a movie. The previews ended. The lights dropped fully. The film began with quiet music and wide shots of a city at dusk.His hand settled on my bare knee five minutes in.I kept my eyes on the screen. Around us a few scattered people stared forward, faces lit blue by the flickering light. No one looked back. Theo’s fingers traced slow circles on the ins

Book 108: Creating One Last Filthy Video**

**Eden’s POVThe camera sat on the tripod at the foot of the bed, red light already blinking.Luca had set it up in silence. The curtains were drawn. The door was locked. Mom was at a weekend conference three hours away, but neither of us trusted the calm. The texts from my biological father had grown more insistent. The questions from Mom had grown sharper. We both felt the edges of the secret fraying.“This might be the last time we can do this without looking over our shoulders,” Luca had said earlier, voice flat. “If we’re going to stop… I want proof of what we were.”So we decided to film one final video.I sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but one of his white button-down shirts, unbuttoned, the fabric open over my bare breasts and stomach. No panties. My hair was loose. My mouth already felt dry with nerves and want. Luca stood in front of the camera, still dressed in dark jeans and a black T-shirt, looking at me like he was committing every detail to memory.He pressed re

Book 109: Mom Found Out**

**Aria’s POVWe thought we had time.Mom’s book club usually ran late. The house had been quiet for over an hour. Marcus had me bent over the arm of the living-room couch, skirt shoved up around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle. He was buried deep, fucking me in long, controlled strokes that made the wet sound of our bodies the loudest thing in the room. One of his hands gripped my hip. The other was wrapped around my throat—not tight enough to hurt, just enough to keep me arched and open for him.“Quiet,” he reminded me under his breath, even though we both knew the house was empty. “Take it.”I took it. I always did. My fingers dug into the cushion. Every thrust forced a soft, broken sound out of me that I tried to swallow. I was close—thighs trembling, pussy clenching around him in those tight little flutters that always made him groan.Neither of us heard the front door.The sound of keys hitting the entryway table came first. Then footsteps. Then the absolute, freezing

Book 110: Stepdad Rescues Me with a Lie**

**Juno’s POVThe holding cell smelled like disinfectant and old metal.I had been sitting on the narrow bench for almost six hours when the officer finally called my name. My eyes were dry and burning. My body felt too tight, like every muscle had been locked since the moment the cuffs clicked shut. The fight with Mom had escalated in public—screaming on the sidewalk, a shove, a shattered phone, someone calling the police. I hadn’t even fought the arrest. Part of me had wanted the noise to stop.I walked out into the fluorescent lobby expecting a public defender or maybe Mom’s furious face.Instead Rhys stood at the desk.He looked like he had come straight from work—dark trousers, white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, jaw tight. When his eyes found me they flicked over the wrinkled clothes, the smudged mascara, the red marks still fading on my wrists from the cuffs. Something dangerous and relieved moved behind his expression.“She’s free to go,” the clerk said, sliding papers acr

Book 111: Dildo and Vibrator Say No**

Quinn’s POVDamon had been gone for four days.Work trip. Necessary. Unavoidable. He had kissed me hard in the garage before he left, one hand under my skirt, two fingers buried inside me while he told me to be good and wait. I had nodded, already wet, already aching, and watched his car disappear down the street.I lasted thirty-six hours before I reached for the toys.The first night I tried the vibrator—the sleek purple one he had bought me months ago “for when I’m not around.” I lay in my bed with the door locked, legs spread, and pressed it against my clit on the lowest setting. The buzz was familiar. The pressure was right. For a few minutes I almost convinced myself it would be enough.It wasn’t.I turned it higher. I circled my clit the way he did with his tongue. I pushed the tip inside myself and fucked the empty space that only ever felt full when he was there. My hips rolled. My breathing turned ragged. I chased the edge for almost twenty minutes before an orgasm finally f

Book 112: Starving for Stepdaddy Cock**

Sage’s POVFive days.Five days since Caleb had left for the out-of-town job site. Five days of unanswered texts after the first night. Five days of lying awake with my hand between my legs, chasing orgasms that never quite landed, whispering his name into the dark like it could summon him.By the fifth morning the ache had turned into something sharp and mindless. I couldn’t focus on anything else. Food tasted like nothing. My skin felt too tight. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the thick length of him, the way he looked when he was about to push into me, the low sound he made when I clenched around him.I was starving.Mom had gone to her sister’s for the weekend. The house was empty. I got dressed without thinking—tiny shorts, a thin tank top, no bra, no panties—and left. I didn’t have a plan. I just needed to move before the need ate me alive.I found his truck by accident.It was parked behind the hardware store on the edge of town, the one he sometimes stopped at for supplies

Book 113: Tries Step-Uncle’s Cock**

**Nova’s POVThree weeks.That was how long Killian had been gone this time—another extended job out of state, another stretch of silence after the first few check-in texts. The house felt too quiet. Mom worked doubles. The ache he left behind had turned sharp and restless, the same starving need that always made me stupid.His younger brother, Grant, had been coming by to “check on the place.”He was thirty-eight, a little broader than Killian, same dark eyes, same low voice. He brought groceries. Fixed the loose porch step. Stayed for coffee. He looked at me too long when Mom wasn’t in the room. I let him.The night it happened I was already half-gone with frustration. Toys had failed again. My own hands had failed. I was sitting on the back porch in a short robe with nothing underneath when Grant’s truck pulled up. He walked over, hands in his pockets, and stopped at the bottom of the steps.“You look lonely,” he said.I didn’t deny it.He came up onto the porch. One thing led to

Book 114: *: Double Cock**

Talia’s POVI didn’t plan for both of them to be there.Rex had come home late from the job site, dusty and quiet. Vance—his younger brother—had stopped by with a six-pack and nowhere else to be. Mom was working the overnight shift at the hospital. The three of us ended up in the living room with the lights low and the television murmuring something none of us watched.The air changed the way it always did when Rex looked at me too long. Vance noticed. He always noticed.One minute I was sitting on the couch between them. The next Rex’s hand was on my thigh, sliding higher under my skirt, and Vance was watching with dark eyes while he took another slow drink from his bottle. No one spoke. Rex’s fingers found me bare and already wet. He pushed two inside without ceremony, curling them the way he knew I liked, and I let my head fall back against the cushion with a soft, shaky exhale.Vance set the bottle down.“You going to share,” he asked quietly, “or just put on a show?”Rex’s answer

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