Todos los capítulos de Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection): Capítulo 281 - Capítulo 289

LILA.“Stay right here. I’ll be quick.”Callum’s voice was low and rough as he straightened his clothes and headed for the stairs. I stayed on the couch exactly as he had left me, skirt still pushed up around my waist, his cum slowly leaking out of me and cooling on my thighs. The baby monitor glowed green on the side table. I could hear his footsteps above, the soft murmur of his voice as he soothed his daughter back to sleep, the quiet creak of her bedroom door closing again.My heart would not slow down. Six months of careful distance had just been destroyed on this couch, and the risk of it still hummed under my skin. If either of the children had come downstairs even a minute earlier they would have seen everything. My job, their stability, the fragile peace Callum had built since his wife died, all of it could have shattered in one moment.He returned five minutes later. The monitor stayed silent. He locked eyes with me the second he stepped back into the living room and crossed

LILA.I stayed exactly as he’d left me—cheek pressed to the couch cushion, knees spread, ass still raised. Cool air kissed the wetness between my thighs. I could feel his cum slowly sliding out of me, thick and warm, trailing down toward my knees.Callum didn’t touch me right away. He just stood there behind me, breathing hard, looking. The silence stretched, heavy and charged. I heard the soft rustle of him shifting, then the quiet click of the baby monitor as he checked it one more time. Still green. Still quiet.His hand finally settled on the small of my back, warm and steady. Fingers trailed lower, tracing the curve of one cheek, then the other. Two of them gathered the mess leaking from me and pushed it back inside, slow and deliberate.“Jesus,” he murmured. “Look at you. Marked. Open. Still taking everything I give you.”He worked his fingers in and out a few times, coating them, then withdrew. I heard the soft wet sound of him tasting them again. My face burned, but my body on

Sienna’s POV “Harder. Fuck me harder, Kane.”The words tore out of me as his hips slammed forward again, burying that thick cock to the root. My back arched off the thin hotel mattress. Rain hammered the windows hard enough to rattle the glass. The power was still dead. Only the weak glow from the parking lot lights let me see the dark hunger on his face as he drove into me.Kane braced one hand beside my head and used the other to shove my thigh higher against his ribs. The new angle let him grind against that swollen spot inside me on every thrust. Wet, filthy sounds filled the small room every time he pulled almost all the way out and punched back in. My pussy stretched around him, greedy, fluttering, already close to another orgasm.“You left me,” he growled against my mouth. “Walked out like I meant nothing. And now look at this messy little cunt. Soaking my cock like it never stopped belonging to me.”I moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. Two years of silence. Two years o

Sienna’s POV “Put it back in. I need you inside me again.”Kane’s cock rested heavy against my entrance, the thick head already slick from the mess we had made. He pushed forward in one slow, deliberate stroke, stretching me open until his hips met mine. A low groan left his throat. My cunt fluttered around the sudden fullness, still sensitive from the last orgasm, still greedy for more.He stayed deep for a long moment, forehead pressed to mine, breathing the same air. The rain outside had not eased. Thunder rolled across the flooded roads. The power remained dead. In the near dark I could see the way his jaw clenched every time my walls squeezed him.“You feel the same,” he said, voice rough. “Two years and this pussy still takes me like it was made to. Still so fucking tight. Still so wet for me.”I wrapped my legs higher around his waist and rolled my hips. “Then move. Show me what you spent two years thinking about.”Kane started thrusting. Slow at first. Deep. Every stroke drag

Sienna’s POV “Stay. Fuck me again and then we leave together.”The words left my mouth before fear could stop them. Kane’s fingers were still buried inside my cunt, two thick digits curled against the spot that made my hips roll. Morning light filled the small hotel room. Outside the rain had stopped completely. Traffic moved steadily over wet pavement. The world was open again and I had just chosen not to walk away.Kane’s eyes darkened. “Say it again.”“I want to stay. I want you to fuck me one more time in this bed. Then we get dressed and we leave together. No more silence. No more running.”He pulled his fingers out slowly, the wet sound loud in the quiet. Then he rolled on top of me, settled between my thighs, and pushed his cock into me in one long, claiming thrust. I moaned at the stretch. My legs wrapped around his waist. The necklace he had never taken off rested against my chest as he began to move.This round was different. Slower. Deeper. Every stroke carried the weight