All Chapters of RUINED INNOCENCE: 40 Sinful Nights Of Corruption: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

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SHARED BY MY STEPDAUGHTER'S COLLEGE TEAM

I didn’t mean for it to happen. I swear.It all started the moment I walked in on my daughter’s boyfriend of two years and his entire college team jerking off to a porn video in my living room. Apparently they thought no one was home.I had been at the store longer than planned. The house was supposed to be empty—Emily was still on campus for another three days, my husband was on one of his endless “business trips” that never involved business, and Jake had texted earlier saying he’d swing by alone to grab a textbook he’d left in Emily’s room. I expected quiet. Maybe the low hum of the refrigerator. Not the wet, rhythmic sound of six fists working six hard cocks and the unmistakable moans of a woman being spit-roasted on the big-screen TV.I froze in the doorway, grocery bags dangling from my fingers.Jake sat in the middle of the couch, sweatpants shoved down to his thighs, thick cock in his fist, eyes locked on the screen. Two of his teammates flanked him. The other three were spraw

Shared by My Stepdaughter’s College Team(2)

I sank to my knees on the same rug where they’d been sitting minutes ago and opened my mouth.Jake’s cock slid over my tongue first—hot, heavy, already leaking. I took him deep, eyes watering, while hands landed on my head, my shoulders, my tits through the sweater. Someone pulled the sweater up and over my head. Someone else unhooked my bra. My jeans were yanked open and shoved down my hips along with my panties until I was naked on my knees in the middle of six hard, naked athletes, one cock already stretching my throat.Marcus took my free hand and wrapped it around his. Tyler did the same with the other. The remaining two stroked themselves and watched, waiting their turn at my mouth.Jake’s fingers tangled in my hair. “Fuck, Claire… look at you. Emily’s perfect mom on her knees for the whole team.”I moaned around him. The sound was filthy. Wet. Needy.They passed me around after that—mouth to mouth, cock to cock—until my lipstick was gone, my chin was shiny with spit, and my jaw

Shared by My Stepdaughter’s College Team(3)

They came back the next night. And the night after that. And every night Emily stayed on campus.Jake’s texts never changed—Be ready. Naked.—and I always was. Doors unlocked. Lights low. Body already throbbing. My husband was still “traveling.” Emily still believed her boyfriend was buried in the library. The lie held because I needed it to hold, because the second the door closed and those hard young bodies filled my living room I stopped being Claire the invisible wife and became the team’s secret, dripping toy.By the third night there were eight of them.They didn’t waste time with soft kisses or sweet words. Hoodies and sweats hit the floor the moment the lock clicked. Cocks already thick and leaking. Hands already on me—pulling my hair, spreading my ass, pinching my nipples until I whimpered. Jake would shove me to my knees in the foyer and fuck my throat while the others formed a circle, stroking, waiting, calling me Emily’s whore of a stepmom, the team’s off-campus cumdump. I

CLAIMED BY MY SISTER'S HUSBAND UNDER HER ROOF

Lucy Parker pushed the front door open at 1:07 a.m. and immediately regretted every decision that had led her here.The house was dark except for the single lamp still burning in the living room. She kicked off her heels, the cheap plastic straps digging into the blisters on her ankles, and tried to close the door quietly. The lock still clicked too loudly in the silence.She was twenty-one, three months into her junior year at State, and currently living in her older sister Jenna’s guest room because the dorms had flooded and Jenna had insisted. Jenna was thirty-four, organized, perfect. Her husband, Dominic Kane, was thirty-six, six-foot-three of quiet control, and the reason Lucy had spent the last eight months taking longer showers than necessary.She had told herself she would be careful. She had told herself the way Dominic’s eyes sometimes lingered on her bare legs at breakfast meant nothing. She had told herself the filthy fantasies she had about him—about dropping to her knee

Claimed By My Sister's Husband Under Her Roof(2)

She should have stood.Instead she opened her mouth, leaned forward, and took the thick head between her lips.The taste of him—clean skin and salt—flooded her tongue. Dominic’s hand settled on the back of her head, not forcing, just resting there like a claim. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked, eyes fluttering shut, while her free hand came up to wrap around the base she couldn’t fit. He was bigger than any of the boys at school. Her jaw already ached and she had barely taken half.“Fuck,” he muttered above her. “Look at you. Jenna’s little sister on her knees in the living room, lipstick all over my cock.”Lucy moaned around him. The vibration made his hips twitch. She took him deeper, fighting the gag, until her nose brushed the trimmed hair at the base and tears pricked her eyes. When she pulled back, a thick string of spit connected her bottom lip to the shiny head.Dominic’s fingers tightened in her hair.“Again,” he ordered. “Deeper. I want to feel the back of your throat.”Sh

Claimed By My Sister's Husband Under Her Roof(3)

The footsteps on the stairs were slow and uneven.Dominic froze deep inside Lucy, every thick inch still buried in her cunt. His hand stayed clamped over her mouth. Lucy’s eyes were wide, body rigid, pussy still fluttering from the orgasm that had just wrecked her. Above them the soft creak of the seventh step sounded, then the eighth.Jenna’s voice drifted down, thick with sleep. “Dom? You still up?”Lucy’s heart slammed so hard she was sure her sister would hear it. Dominic’s cock twitched inside her. He didn’t pull out. Instead he leaned heavier over her back, mouth against her ear, and whispered so quietly it was barely air.“Not a fucking sound.”He stayed buried to the hilt while Jenna’s bare feet reached the bottom of the stairs. The living-room lamp was still on. Lucy’s dress and thong lay in a small black pile on the rug. The air smelled like sex. If Jenna took three more steps she would see everything—her husband’s cock stretching her little sister open over the couch arm, L

Claimed By My Sister's Husband Under Her Roof(4)

The next night Jenna went to bed at ten-thirty with her usual melatonin and earplugs.Lucy waited until the upstairs hallway light switched off. Then she walked downstairs barefoot, wearing only an oversized T-shirt that barely reached the tops of her thighs, exactly as Dominic had ordered. No panties. The cool air of the house kissed the still-tender skin of her ass and the wet seam of her cunt with every step.The laundry room door was already cracked open. The only light came from the small bulb above the machines. Dominic stood with his back against the washer, arms crossed, still fully dressed in the dark jeans and black T-shirt he had worn to dinner. His eyes tracked her the second she stepped inside.“Close the door.”She did. The soft click sounded final.“Shirt off. On your knees.”Lucy pulled the T-shirt over her head and dropped it. Completely naked, she sank to the concrete floor in front of him. The cold bit into her knees. Dominic unbuckled his belt with deliberate slown

CLAIMED BY HER DADDIES

I stood in the third pew from the back, hands locked so tightly around the program that the paper tore under my nails, and watched the man who used to call me his forever promise another woman forever.Mira’s white dress clung to the soft curve of her stomach. Not hidden. Not even trying. The bump sat there under the lace like a proud little secret finally allowed to breathe. Two months ago she had stood in my living room, eyes wet, voice shaking, telling me she was sorry, that it had only been a few times, that she was pregnant. I had felt hollow then. Empty. Today the emptiness had teeth.“I take you, Mira, to be my lawfully wedded wife…”His voice carried. Steady. Warm. The same voice that used to murmur filthy promises against my neck in the dark. I wondered how many of those busy nights he had spent inside her while I waited up with takeout growing cold. How many times he had come home smelling of her perfume and told me he was just tired.My best friend. My boyfriend. Standing a

Claimed by Her Daddies(2)

I lasted exactly forty-seven minutes before I had to go back into that room.Joana had decided the crystal wasn’t “sparkling enough,” which meant I was the one polishing glasses while the three of them continued their game a few feet away. Every time the cue ball cracked, I felt it in my teeth. Every time one of them moved, the air seemed to shift toward me.I kept my eyes on the tray.It didn’t help.Damien’s voice was the first to reach me again, low and even. “You’re still carrying the day on your shoulders, Sienna.”I didn’t look up. “I’m working, Mr. Voss.”“I can see that.” A pause. “I can also see the way your hands shake when you think no one is watching.”Heat flooded my face. I set another glass down harder than I meant to.Dominic’s chuckle was soft, almost lazy. “She’s trying very hard not to look at us. It’s adorable.”Ryker said nothing. He didn’t need to. I felt his stare like a hand between my shoulder blades, heavy and unhurried, cataloguing every soft place the unifo

Claimed by Her Daddies(3)

I told myself I wouldn’t go back.I told myself a hundred times while I washed the last of the glasses, while I helped the rest of the staff finish for the night, while Joana’s laughter floated down the stairs and finally disappeared behind her bedroom door.I still ended up standing outside the billiard room at 11:47 p.m. with my heart trying to climb out of my throat.The door was already open.Damien stood by the window, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, a glass of something amber in his hand. Dominic sat on the edge of the billiard table, sleeves rolled, watching the doorway like he’d been waiting for the exact second I would appear. Ryker was the one who moved first. He crossed the room in three long strides, reached past me, and shut the door with a soft, final click.The lock turned.“You came,” Damien said. Not a question.My voice came out smaller than I wanted. “You told me to.”“I did.” He set the glass down. “And you listened. That matters.”Ryker’s hand settled at the back

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