All Chapters of ME TOO DADDY: COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Marcus For weeks now I had been watching her. Tuesdays and Thursdays, as she came up from her first class to her next class on the elevator that passed directly outside my class window. Professor Elena Carter. Late 30’s. Tall. Curves to make a man’s mouth water. Black hair. And always in a messy bun, of course, a couple of dark strands always loose framing her perfect face. In pencil skirts, tight enough to hug her buttocks in just the right way and blouses to tease the shape of her perfect breast. I’d been daydreaming about pinning her against my desk ever since the first day of class. Now it was finally going to happen. The elevator dinged. Doors hissed open. Standing directly in front of me, her back to me, adjusting her glasses with a cell phone in her hand like she was ignoring the world. I sauntered into the back and pushed the number for the lobby right as the doors were about to close;“Hold the door,” I commanded, her voice rougher than I meant to, but the woman was sim

CHLOE My grandfather always said… the sweetest attractions were always the ones you could never have. My grandmother also said some desires were meant to stay buried. But… how could they? … When those cravings had a name… and had a touch that haunted every quiet moment? The more it fought back… the more it pulled you… until walking away was completely impossible. I had lived under the same roof with him for almost two years. Same hallway. Same shared bathroom. Same dinner table. And still the want never lessened. It only grew heavier, like something alive under my skin. My desire for my stepbrother started when I mistakenly saw him jerking in his room. His eyes were locked on his phone… but I was unable to see what he was staring at. The door had been left open just a crack. I had only meant to ask if he needed anything from the kitchen. Instead I stood frozen in the hallway, watching the slow, tight stroke of his hand, the way his head tipped back, the quiet sound that left his

CHLOE.I woke up feeling warm and wet between my thighs.The sheets stuck to my thighs. My nipples felt sore against the thin nightshirt. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Jax’s mouth on me from the night before. I heard the low groan he made when he came. My fingers still remembered how hard I had touched myself while I watched him.I couldn’t stay in bed for too long like I always did.The house was still quiet enough that any sound would carry. I knew that and went anyway.I pulled the nightshirt off and left it on the floor. No bra. No panties. Nothing. The hallway was quiet. Our parents’ door was still closed. I walked a few steps to the room right next to mine, I didn’t bother to knock, I just pushed the door open. Jax was in bed. The duvet covered him from the waist down. His eyes opened the second the door clicked shut. I cat-walked into the room as if I owned it.To my surprise, he didn’t look shocked. I stood there naked and waited. My fingers caressing my nipples and my p

CHLOE.The night air slammed into us the moment we got outside. The house lights faded behind us. Jax turned on the engine, tires hissing over the quiet road... My gown had already rode up the second we left the party. I felt the cool wind kiss my bare thighs. I didn’t even bother to pull it down. And why would I?Jax’s hand moved and landed on my knee. His fingers dug in.“God…Chloe,” he said, voice rough. “You are such a problem. I couldn't even stay away from this pussy for twelve hours.”I shifted in the seat, the leather cool against my skin. My panties were already soaked from the way he’d been watching me on the dance floor.“And you’re a pervert,” I whispered, staring straight ahead. The headlights cut through the darkness ahead, but I kept my eyes forward like nothing was happening.He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he gripped my thighs harder, his fingers rubbing my inner thigh, inching closer to my pussy. “You looked so fucking hot in that dress… But you are going to p

Dripping For My Stepbrother & Stepbrother Sucked My Tits For The Remote.CHLOE.The evening sun spilled through the cotton of my hostel’s windows. I glanced at the wall clock; it was 6 p.m. I had no idea that I had slept that much.It was Saturday; the hostel was always cool, the kind of silence that would make you think the world doesn’t exist. My pussy was still swollen with the way Jax had fucked me throughout the week. Every step I took reminded me of him—the stretch, the ache, the way he had left me raw and needy.Shame and guilt hit me like a physical blow as I remembered everything we had been doing. The secret. The risk. The fact that he was my stepbrother and no one could ever know. But it didn’t last long. My pussy throbbed at the memory of him, greedy, shameless, and already wanting more.I checked my phone, there were no messages from him. He might have slept off like I did. I was about to take another nap when I heard a soft knock on my door. My pulse jumped. Hope and fea