All Chapters of CAN I RIDE YOU, DADDY? SEDUCING MY EX'S STEP DADDY : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alex VolkovThe morning light filtering through Mia’s curtains felt like a goddamn insult.I stood under the scalding shower spray for a long time, trying to wash away the stench of last night — sweat, cum, Mia’s perfume, and the bitter taste of humiliation still lodged in my throat. Every time I closed my eyes I saw it again: Liliana’s face twisted in pleasure and shame, my father’s hand around her throat, his cock disappearing inside her while he smirked at me like I was a joke.By the time I stepped out, towel around my waist, Mia was already in the kitchen wearing nothing but one of my oversized shirts, humming like we were some normal couple. The smell of coffee and bacon filled the air. She turned when she heard me, blonde hair messy, a soft smile on her face like she hadn’t been barking and swallowing my load just hours ago.“Morning, baby,” she said, sliding a plate of scrambled eggs and toast toward me. “Eat. You need your strength after… everything.”I sat down, staring at t

Frederico Grey VolkovI felt my lips curve up the moment I saw Liliana walk down the stairs.The backless golden short gown clung to her body in all the most dangerous ways, the silver chain running from her neck down to her waist sparkling under the light like a promise. It was elegant, provocative, and completely hers. She turned slowly, showing me the full effect, her cheeks flushed with a mix of nervousness and defiance.“Well?” she asked, voice soft but trying to sound confident. “Do I look good?”“You look dangerous,” I replied, stepping closer. My hands slid from her bare back to her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin against my palms. “Fucking dangerous.”She shivered under my touch but didn’t pull away. “Are you wearing underwear?” I asked, my voice low.“Of course, Mr. Grey! I’m wearing underwear and can you get—”“Get my hands off. Of course, ma’am.” I slid my hands under the hem of the gown, slowly peeling the delicate lace down her legs. She gasped softly as I removed

Frederico Grey VolkovAlex knelt in the corridor while heavy rain poured down, soaking him to the bone. He had been there for hours. Victor stood opposite him inside the house, staring at him with no emotion. Behind Victor, I sat alone at the chessboard, moving pieces slowly, savoring the quiet rhythm of the game.“Father!!!” Alex cried out again, his voice cracking. This time, tears were streaming down his face, mixing with the rain. It was almost enough.“I’m sorry! Forgive me!” he screamed, voice hoarse from shouting. But I gave no reaction. I simply tapped my fingers on the table in a slow, deliberate rhythm.Victor delivered a sharp slap across Alex’s face. Then another. And another. Each one timed perfectly with my finger taps.Finally, after the third slap, I stood up and walked to the door, watching my stepson’s miserable form kneeling in the rain.“Father…” he crawled forward, but Victor pushed him back firmly. “Father, what have I done?! Hmm? What did I do wrong?” he asked,

Frederico Grey Volkov I lifted her spent body off the mattress with both hands under her thighs. Her legs dangled for a second before I settled her astride my lap, her wet pussy resting directly on my still-hard cock. My fingers circled her throat, not squeezing hard, just holding her there so she had to look at me. Her cheeks were flushed deep red, lips swollen from earlier kisses, eyes glassy with need.“Baby, I want you to ride me, okay?” My voice came out low and rough. “I want you to tell me everything you want me to do to you while you ride me. Tell me.”She bit her lower lip, hesitation flickering across her face before the words tumbled out. “Suck me… suck my fucking boobs.”I didn’t make her wait. She leaned in and kissed me hard, tongue sliding against mine. I gripped her hips, lifted her just enough to line my cock up with her entrance, then lowered her slowly onto me. Inch by inch she sank down until her pussy swallowed every thick inch. A broken moan left her throat the

Liliana MillerThe morning after was… amazing.I woke up slowly, my body feeling strangely refreshed. Every muscle that should have been sore from the night before felt loose, warm, and alive. It was as if Grey had touched places inside me that I didn’t even know were dead — places that had been numb for years.My skin still tingled where his hands had been. My lips were swollen from his kisses. And between my thighs… there was a pleasant ache, a reminder of how thoroughly he had claimed me.I stretched lazily under the silk sheets, a small, secret smile tugging at my lips. For the first time in a long time, I felt wanted. Desired. Seen.But when I turned to the other side of the bed, it was empty.Grey was gone.I sat up, the sheet falling to my waist, and looked around the large bedroom. The curtains were drawn, soft morning light filtering in. His side of the bed was neatly made, like he had never been there.A note was on the pillow:Good morning, Velvet. I didn’t want to wake yo