All Chapters of Step Daddy's Lakeside Sin : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Millie's POV[Background Song: Chris Brown's "Under the Influence”]Millie Jones gripped the edge of the passenger seat, her knuckles pale against the worn leather. The journey was almost beginning to seem endless. The highway stretched endlessly ahead, flanked by dense pines that blurred into a green haze as Richard drove. She hadn’t said more than ten words since they left the house three hours ago. Why bother? This trip had been doomed from the start. Her mother, Adrianna, was supposed to be here. The three of them would finally be doing the “family bonding” thing Adrianna had hyped up for months. But at the last possible minute, her mother had called with that familiar, airy excuse.“There is a work emergency. One of the partners needs me on a big case. You two go ahead and have fun!”The subtext was always the same, another weekend with whatever new fling had her distracted this month. Millie’s stomach twisted at the thought. Her mother’s infidelity wasn’t new, but it still stung

The next morning dawned bright and crisp, but the air between Millie and Richard had completely changed. They barely spoke while making breakfast over the campfire. Every glance felt loaded. When Richard handed her a plate of scrambled eggs, his fingers brushed hers and lingered. Millie’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t pull away. The resentment that once filled every interaction with him had cracked wide open, replaced by something far more dangerous like a hungry, aching need.By midday, the tension was unbearable.They hiked down to the lake together. A few other campers were scattered along the shore, but their section of the beach was relatively secluded, hidden by large rocks and trees. Still, voices carried faintly on the breeze, carried with laughter, a dog barking, someone calling out to their kids. Millie's heart raced as Richard spread out a blanket in a shaded spot.“Come here, baby girl,” he said quietly, voice low enough that only she could hear.She went to him without he

The drive back felt so fast as they had arrived at the campsite earlier, and also the drive back felt nothing like the drive there. Millie had already packed all the stuff and luggages that they had arranged for the campsite in the car. Millie sat in the passenger seat, her legs crossed tightly, still feeling the delicious ache between her thighs from the night before. Every bump in the road sent a reminder through her body. And it wasn't only a reminder it sent, it sent a feeling that was beyond immense explanation. Richard’s rough hands, his deep thrusts, the filthy promises he’d whispered while filling her. The way and manner he said dirty words to her, made her heart beat faster.She kept stealing glances at him. He drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting possessively on her thigh, thumb stroking circles on her skin. The silence between them was no longer awkward. It was thick, sensational and intimate.“You’re quiet,” Richard said, his voice low. His eyes flicked to h

Millie’s POVThe sound of birds singing from the distance got Millie out of her state of unconsciousness. She woke up feeling the softness of where she layed. The rays of the sun sliding through the window, got her eyes blinking drastically before she could register that she was on her bed. She moved her body up slowly, the bed sheets were a bit ruffled up, then she turned to look at the door, it was closed. Then she came to remember clearly… that he must have carried her into her room. She noticed the T-shirt that she was still putting on from last night. And his scent still lingered faintly in her room, even though he hadn't spent some time in her room before. It was a Saturday. And just like everyday routine, Millie knew that she had a lot of cleaning up to do. Then she would go shopping before the day runs out with Mom. She got out of my bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower. She could still feel her pussy soaking wet and aching for his dick. But she tried so hard to esc

Richard POVI have made a number of mistakes in my life. I have made them in the order most men do. I drank too much in my twenties. I married a woman I did not understand in my thirties. I agreed to a second marriage I understood even less in my early forties. Each mistake had a clean shape to it. I could point at any one of them and say “there, that is what I did wrong,” and then I could put it on the shelf and move on with my week.Millie is not a clean shape. Millie is the only woman my hands have ever felt right on. I will not say this out loud. I will not say anything out loud for the rest of this week if I can help it. The kitchen was bad enough. The garage was worse. The pantry this morning was… I will not write the word down. I will not dignify it. Whatever the pantry was, it was mine, and what was mine now was no longer allowed in my mouth, it was only allowed in my mouth, I have lost the sentence. I was on the back porch in the late afternoon sun when my phone buzzed in my