Semua Bab Wet & Wicked: Forbidden Collection Of Lust: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Theo’s POV~ The law uses a phrase for a man like me. In loco parentis. In the place of a parent. It means I am supposed to stand where her mother would have stood, to feed her, to shelter her, to keep her safe from the things that want to break her. Her mother trusted me with that when she wrote the will, and God knows I was the only one left who would take the girl in. But tonight, sitting in my study with the trust paper still open on the desk, I understood that the phrase was a joke the universe told at my expense. Because the thing that wanted to break her was me. I am forty-one years old. I have buried one wife and watched the woman I loved die in a crash that left her daughter alone in the world. Rae is eighteen. She is my ward. The paper says I am to certify her integration into this family, and the lawyers think that means I will make her feel at home. I know what it means when I say it. It means I will shape her. It means I will have her. And it means that e

Rhett’s POV~ I pushed her shoulders gently until she understood and dropped to her hands and knees in front of me. The skirt, that tiny scrap of fabric that had been torturing me all night, bunched up around her waist, completely forgotten. The sight in front of me made my mouth go dry and my cock ache with a heavy, insistent pulse. Her pussy was right there. Fully bare. The lips were swollen, a deep, blushing pink, and they were glistening with a thick layer of her arousal. I could see the little opening clenching slightly, nervously, in the cool air of the room. She looked tight. Tighter than anything I had ever imagined. Tighter than a sin that would send me straight to hell. My hand was shaking as I wrapped my fingers around the base of my shaft. I had to look down to guide myself because I couldn't tear my eyes away from her cunt. My cock was throbbing, the head a dark, angry purple, leaking a thick, clear strand of pre-cum that stretched and snapped, landing dire

Theo’s POV The house was silent. Everyone was asleep. But I couldn't fucking rest. My mind kept drifting back to Rae. My stepdaughter. The girl I'd raised since she was sixteen. The girl I'd watched grow from a shy, awkward teenager into a woman who made my cock twitch every time she walked into a room. I shouldn't have been thinking about her like that. I knew it was wrong. She's your daughter, my conscience screamed. Not by blood, but she's yours. You raised her. You bathed her when she was little. You bought her first tampons. And now you're hard for her?* I threw off the covers, my chest heaving. I was panting. Actually fucking panting like a dog in heat. My cock was rock-hard, straining against my boxers, the fabric doing nothing to hide how thick and heavy I'd gotten. I pressed my palm against it, trying to will it down, but that only made it worse. A jolt of pleasure shot up my spine and I bit back a groan. "Fuck," I muttered, my voice shaking. "No. Not tonight.

Luca’s POV~ "Every pair I could get," I admitted, my thumb stroking her cheek. I was so close now. My chest was nearly touching hers. My cock was pressed against her stomach, just the hoodie and my shorts between us, and I could feel her heat radiating through the fabric. "I'd come home from practice, grab whatever you left in the hamper, and go straight to my room. Lock the door. Wrap your dirty underwear around my shaft and fuck my fist until I came so hard I saw stars. Sometimes three times a day. Sometimes I couldn't even wait, I'd do it in the bathroom, standing right over the toilet, your cotton panties stretched around my cock, imagining you were under me, begging me to breed you." "Oh God," she moaned, her head falling back against the cabinet. Her hips rolled forward, just a fraction, pressing her stomach harder against my erection. "That's... that's so wrong. We're family. You can't... you can't say things like that to me." "Why not?" I asked, my voice dropping lower

Rae’s POV~ I waited until Luca’s breathing finally dropped into that deep, heavy rhythm that only ever came after he had fucked me raw and emptied every drop of his cum so deep inside me I could still feel it painting my walls. His arm stayed locked around my waist the entire time, heavy and possessive, his palm spread wide over the dark bruises he had dug into my hips while he held me down and drove his thick cock into me over and over until I was shaking, drooling, and ruined. The sheets clung to my skin, damp and filthy with sweat and the mess he had pumped into me. Every small shift of my body made me feel the slow, warm slide of his release leaking out of my used cunt, it was thick and sticky as it smeared along my inner thighs and kept dripping down toward the sheets, proof of how thoroughly my stepbrother had turned me into his personal cum dump. I eased out from under his arm inch by careful inch, my heart slamming against my ribs so hard I was sure it would wa