All Chapters of RIDE ME MORE, DADDY : Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

Chapter 4: Deepening Guilt Betty was still curled in my lap on the couch where we’d fallen asleep after last night’s storm and our forbidden first touches. My fingers were still faintly scented with her. The guilt hit me the moment I woke, our parents had blended our families, and here I was, fingering my step sister until she screamed my name. Betty stirred, blinking up at me with those wide brown eyes. “Daisy… morning. Last night really happened, didn’t it?” I brushed hair from her face, pulling the blanket higher around us. “It did. And it was beautiful. But yeah… guilt’s creeping in. Our parents would freak if they knew. They married and made us sisters. What kind of step sister am I for wanting you like this?” She sat up slowly, straddling me again, her hands resting on my shoulders. “The same guilt’s eating at me. We bonded over hating how fast they rushed everything. Now we’re doing something even more secret. But Daisy… I don’t regret it. Your fingers, your mouth on my

Chapter 6: PassionMorning light spilled across the bed where Betty and I lay tangled, her head on my chest, our bodies still humming from last night’s rain soaked tribbing. I stroked her back slowly, savoring the warmth of her skin against mine. The guilt from our taboo step sister bond lingered in the quiet moments, but so did the undeniable pull.Betty traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Daisy… last night was intense. Grinding our pussies together like that, tasting each other. I keep thinking about Mom and Dad. What would they say if they knew their daughters were doing this?”I kissed the top of her head. “They don’t need to know. This is ours. But I want to take it further today, Betty. I brought something hidden in my bag. A strap on. I’ve fantasized about fucking you with it for longer than I should admit. Only if you’re ready, little step sister.”Her eyes widened with a mix of nerves and excitement. “You have one? Show me. I trust you, Daisy. I want to feel you inside me li

Chapter 1: Silent CravingI sat in the back row of the crowded lecture hall, my notebook open but untouched, as Professor Ramirez droned on about modern economic theories. My eyes, however, were fixed on him. Jerry. He occupied his usual seat three rows ahead, slightly to the left, his athletic frame relaxed yet somehow commanding the space around him. The way his broad shoulders filled out that simple gray hoodie made my breath catch every single time. His dark hair was tousled just enough to look effortlessly perfect, and when he turned to laugh at something his friend whispered, that bright, genuine smile lit up the entire room.“God, Jerry,” I whispered to myself under my breath, my pen tapping nervously against the desk. “Why do you have to be so damn perfect?”I had been harboring this crush for months now, ever since we shared that introductory business class last semester. At twenty years old, I should have been focused on my studies, on building my future, but every lecture,

Chapter 3: Anonymous ConfessionsThe sting of Jerry’s polite but complete dismissal lingered like a bruise on my heart for days after the classroom approach. I replayed the moment endlessly while walking across campus, in the cafeteria line, and especially alone in my dorm at night. “He barely even looked at me, Mia,” I complained during our late night video call, my voice thick with lingering hurt. “I put myself out there with the project idea, and he just shut it down so quickly. Do you think I came on too strong? Or am I just invisible to him?”Mia’s face filled my phone screen, her expression sympathetic yet firm. “Sonia, you were polite and confident. He was probably just distracted with his friends. But if it still hurts this much, maybe you need a different approach. Something less direct. You cannot keep torturing yourself with these fantasies if he keeps acting like you do not exist.”Her words planted the seed. That night, after ending the call, I lay in bed staring at the

Chapter 5: The revelation about Jerry’s feelings and his loyalty to Sarah had consumed my thoughts for days, leaving me in a constant state of restless anticipation. I attended the late afternoon economics lecture with heightened awareness, my eyes drifting to him more often than usual. When Professor Ramirez dismissed the class, students filed out quickly, eager for the weekend. I took my time packing my notebook and laptop into my bag, deliberately lingering until the room emptied completely. The large lecture hall fell silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. I was the only one left, deliberately slow as I zipped my bag.The door had almost closed when it opened again. Jerry stepped back inside, his athletic frame silhouetted against the hallway light. My heart slammed against my ribs as he scanned the empty room and spotted me at my desk near the back. He hesitated for a moment before walking down the aisle toward me, his hands shoved into his pockets.“Sonia,” he