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Corrupt Me, Stepdaddy(6)

Morning light cut through the kitchen windows like it had every right to expose everything.I walked in wearing an old oversized T-shirt that barely covered the tops of my thighs and nothing underneath. Every step made the soft cotton brush over my still-tender nipples and the swollen, overused lips of my cunt. Sinclair’s cum had dried on my inner thighs overnight. I hadn’t washed it off. I liked the proof.Maria stood at the counter pouring coffee, already dressed, already sharp-eyed. Sinclair leaned against the island in black sweatpants and a fitted shirt, coffee mug in one hand, looking calm and collected and nothing like the man who had fucked me until I couldn’t speak last night.I kept my eyes on the floor. On the tiles. On anything but him. Looking would make me remember the exact way his tongue had shoved inside me while I choked on his cock. Looking would make me remember how he’d packed his cum deeper with his fingers afterward. Looking would make my pussy clench and drip a

Corrupt Me, Stepdaddy(7)

Thanksgiving dinner was a special kind of torture.The long table was set with the good china Maria only used twice a year. Candles flickered. The smell of roasted turkey and sage filled the dining room. I sat across from Sinclair in a soft black dress that stopped mid-thigh, no bra, no panties, the same way I’d been walking around all day. Every time I shifted, the silk clung to the sticky insides of my thighs where his fingers had been that morning.Maria talked the entire meal. Complaints about the turkey being slightly dry. Comments about how I still looked too thin. Questions about whether I was “seeing anyone serious” or still “wasting time on temporary men.” I answered in short, polite sentences and kept my eyes on my plate.Sinclair barely spoke. He carved the turkey with steady hands, passed dishes, refilled wine. Every so often his gaze would lift and lock with mine across the table, dark and patient, and the quiet promise from the kitchen would pulse between my legs all ove

MY FATHER-IN-LAW'S FORBIDDEN CLAIM

I used to believe the highest form of loyalty a woman could offer was keeping her legs closed for any man who wasn’t her husband. That was my moral line. Solid. Unbreakable. I wore it like a wedding ring tighter than the one Lincoln slipped on my finger.Until the afternoon I walked into our bedroom and found the evidence that he’d never wanted me at all.Not the lipstick on a collar. Not a text from some anonymous number. A video. Playing on the laptop he’d left open like he wanted me to see it. Lincoln on his knees, mouth stretched around another man’s cock, eyes glassy with the kind of hunger he’d never once shown me. The date stamp was three days after our wedding. The moans were his. The words—“Fuck my throat, Daddy”—were his.I didn’t scream. I didn’t throw anything. I just sat on the edge of the bed we’d barely used and watched until the end, my cunt aching with a betrayal so deep it felt like a second pulse between my legs.Two years. Two fucking years of a marriage that exist

My Father-in-Law’s Forbidden Claim(2)

I shut the water off, dried myself with shaking hands, and reached for the only thing hanging on the hook—the short white bathrobe Lincoln had bought me as a wedding gift and never once asked me to wear. It barely covered the curve of my ass. The belt was thin. One tug and it would fall. I left my hair wet and dripping down my back. I didn’t bother with underwear. There was no point. The robe was already clinging to the damp heat between my legs.I opened the door.Dominic stood in the hallway, one hand braced against the wall, the other clenched at his side. His eyes dropped the second he saw me. They raked from my wet hair to the deep V of the robe where my tits nearly spilled out, down to the bare tops of my thighs, then lower—lingering on the place where the fabric stopped just short of flashing my cunt. He didn’t even try to hide it. His gaze was pure, unapologetic hunger. When he finally dragged it back to my face, his jaw was tight and his throat worked like he was swallowing s

My Father-in-Law’s Forbidden Claim(3)

Dominic’s hand didn’t pull away. Instead those two thick fingers pressed forward, slow and deliberate, sinking into the wet heat of my cunt until the knuckles of his remaining fingers brushed my clit. A low, guttural sound tore from his chest. He stared down at where he was already inside me—his son’s wife, naked and dripping in the hallway—and the look on his face was pure possession.“Jesus Christ, Alessia.” His voice was gravel and smoke. “You’re soaked. Fucking dripping down my wrist.”I rolled my hips, forcing him deeper. “Because I’ve been empty for two years. Because every time you looked at me across the table I got wet. Because I want my husband’s father to ruin me.”Something snapped behind his eyes.His free hand shot up, fisted in my wet hair, and yanked my head back. His mouth crashed onto mine—not gentle, not tentative. A claiming kiss. Tongue shoving past my lips, tasting me like he’d been starving. I moaned into it, grinding harder on the two fingers he was now pumping

My Father-in-Law’s Forbidden Claim(4)

I scrambled up. He didn’t wait. He grabbed me by the waist, spun me, and marched me down the hall to the master bedroom—the bed I’d shared with Lincoln for two sexless years. Dominic shoved me onto it face-first. I landed on my hands and knees. He yanked my hips back so my ass was high, cunt on full display.“Present that married pussy.”I arched deeper, spreading my knees wider. Cool air hit my soaked folds. I felt him stare.Then his tongue was on me.A long, filthy lick from clit to asshole. I cried out. He growled against my cunt and did it again, slower, savoring. His hands spread my cheeks, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he ate me like a man possessed—tongue thrusting into my hole, lips sucking my clit, teeth grazing just enough to make me jump. He fucked me with his mouth until I was pushing back against his face, shameless, dripping onto the sheets.“Dominic—please—”He rose behind me. The blunt, hot head of his cock nudged my entrance.“You want this?” His voice was da

TAKING MY STEPBROTHER AND HIS BEST FRIENDS' MONSTER COCKS IN THE GYM

I never should have gone to the gym that night.The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, too bright, too clinical, casting everything in a sickly white glow that made the sweat on the machines look greasy. The place was almost empty—just the way I liked it when I wanted to punish my body after another shitty day of pretending I wasn’t thinking about him. My stepbrother. Cameron. Six-foot-four of pure, arrogant muscle who’d moved back into the house after college and somehow turned every shared hallway into a minefield of accidental brushes and lingering looks.I was on the leg press, thighs burning, sports bra soaked through, when the doors swung open and the sound of deep male laughter rolled in like a storm.Cameron walked in first, towel slung over one broad shoulder, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Behind him came Jax and Mateo—his two best friends from the football team, both built like they’d been carved out of the same dirty wet dream. Jax with the sharp jaw and the per

Taking My Stepbrother and His Best Friends’ Monster Cocks in the Gym(2)

Mateo was already shoving his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free—long, dark, thick as my wrist, the head already shiny with precum. He stroked it slowly while watching Cameron finger-fuck me on the leg press, two thick digits pumping in and out of my cunt with wet, obscene sounds.“Look at her,” Mateo said softly. “She’s gone already. Eyes all glassy. Pussy gripping his fingers like it never wants to let go.”Cameron pulled his fingers out and shoved them into my mouth. “Taste how wet you are for your brother’s friends.”I sucked. I couldn’t help it. The taste of myself mixed with the salt of his skin made my clit throb. He used his other hand to yank my shorts and bra off completely, leaving me naked and spread on the machine under the harsh lights.Jax’s cock was out next. Just as thick, just as long, the vein along the underside pulsing. He slapped it against my cheek, smearing precum across my lips. “Open.”I opened. He pushed the fat head past my lips and straight onto my tong

Taking My Stepbrother and His Best Friends’ Monster Cocks in the Gym(3)

I came back the next night like a bitch in heat.The gym was locked after hours. Cameron had the key. He’d texted me one line: Team’s here. Door’s open. Don’t wear anything under the shorts.I obeyed.The lights were dimmer this time, only the emergency strips glowing blue along the floor. The air already smelled like sweat and sex and the sharp metallic tang of the machines. Cameron stood in the center of the free-weight area, shirtless, grey sweatpants tented obscenely. Jax and Mateo flanked him. Behind them, six more bodies—big, hard, football-built, all of them already half-hard or stroking themselves openly while they watched me walk in.The whole team.Cameron’s eyes dragged over me like he owned the right to decide what happened next. “Take everything off. Now.”I stripped. Sports bra, shorts, socks. Nothing underneath, just the sticky wetness already coating my inner thighs from the walk over. My nipples were tight, cunt swollen and dripping before anyone had even touched me.

Taking My Stepbrother and His Best Friends’ Monster Cocks in the Gym(4)

Jax and Mateo positioned themselves behind me. I felt both thick, blunt heads rub through my soaked folds at the same time, sliding against each other, coating themselves in my mess. The pressure when they started to push in together was immediate and overwhelming. My cunt stretched wider than it ever had—burning, white-hot, the rim of my hole forced open around two massive cocks trying to occupy the same space. I screamed around Cameron’s dick. He only pushed deeper, cutting the sound off into wet gurgles.They didn’t stop.Inch by thick inch they forced their way inside me together, the double girth turning my pussy into a single, strained, overstuffed sleeve. The stretch was so extreme I could feel every ridge and vein of both shafts sliding against each other inside me. When they bottomed out—hips flush against my ass, two sets of heavy balls pressed tight—I came hard, full-body shaking, cunt convulsing around the impossible thickness while Cameron used my throat like it belonged

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