Todos os capítulos de Dirty Family Secrets; Erotica Compilation : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Chapter 5 —- Taking me beside her Chloe's POV "Yes... please, Step-daddy... take me.” Julian didn't waste time. He leaned close, pressing his mouth firmly against mine as his fingers rubbed slowly against the hot walls of my throbbing pussy. I moaned into his mouth, his lips hungrily drinking in every sound I made to keep the room silent. A fresh wave of electricity shot straight down my spine, my nipples hardening into tight, aching points that pierced through the thin silk of my nightdress. Julian slid his index finger out, forcing his middle and ring fingers deep inside me. A low, desperate whine vibrated against my back teeth. His thumb stayed pinned to my swollen clit, grinding in agonizing, circular strokes. Our kiss deepened, tongues tangling violently as he stole the very air from my lungs. Every time he moved his hand, the heavy mattress gave a terrifying, subtle dip. Eleanor was sleeping inches away. The risk of it made my heart hammer like a trapped bird. Slowly,

Chapter 7 —- Paid in full Chloe's POV "Punishment begins now, Chloe," he growled in a whisper, "And I'm not letting you off this counter until you've paid for every single second.” Pressing his fingers against my clit, Julian began bucking his hip and ramming his cock inside me. I let out soft moans as my breast bounced on the counter. Julian rubbed my swollen clit with intense motions, his cock claiming me mercilessly. He pressed his fingers against the sweet spot on my clit, moving his waist in circular motions, rubbing his cock against my inner, pulsing walls, before filling me back. His hands tangled in my hair, raising my head up slightly as he fucked me. His balls slapped against my ass, my hardened nipples scrapping painfully against the counter as he rammed me. Tears blurred my vision as I spread my legs even more, letting him claim me shamelessly. He flicked my clit intently causing warm liquid to flow down my thighs and wet his cock with each motion. My pussy thro

Chapter 2: A Helping Hand Sienna's POV I remained frozen against the sofa, my toys still humming beneath me as I stared at the familiar pair of dark brown eyes stared back at me. Dominic Cross. He stood slightly beside me, briefcase in hand as his jacket hung loosely over the other. I swallowed hard, unsure of how to react. He wasn't supposed to be back till midnight. And that's not even the worst part. I was butt-naked on his sofa, pleasuring myself to his video. And he witnessed EVERYTHING. My mind spiraled into chaos as I struggled to form words. Dominic cleared his throat, setting his briefcase and jacket aside. “You might want to turn that off,” he said, cocking a brow to my toys beneath me. I blinked, shifting my gaze towards my abdomen. Swallowing hard, I stretched my trembling hands towards my now cold pussy, pulling the toys away, turning them off, and setting them beside me. I curled my legs up, wrapping my hands over my chest to cover what little dignity I

Chapter 4 — Close Calls & Unfinished Business Sienna's POV The sudden, sharp rattle of keys in the front door slammed into my chest like a physical blow. The heavy oak door swung open, and Rebecca, my mother's voice echoed down the tiled foyer, entirely unannounced. "Dominic? Sienna? I'm home!" In less than a second, the intoxicating, feverish bubble we were trapped in shattered into millions of sharp pieces. Pure panic surged through my veins, instantly freezing the blood in my heart. Dominic’s reaction was terrifyingly swift. Before my brain could even register the sound of my mother’s footsteps, he pulled out of my tight, soaking pussy with a wet pop that made my lower belly ache with a sudden, hollow emptiness. He didn't freeze. He didn't stutter. Moving with ruthless efficiency like a man who dealt with high-stakes crisis control for a living, Dominic snatched his black boxer briefs and trousers off the floor, pulling them up over his hips and buttoning them in one swift mo

Chapter 1 —- Testing the waters Maya's POV How do you react when your stepfather catches you masturbating to his picture and calling out his name shamelessly in his own matrimonial bed? If you were a normal stepdaughter, you’d pack your bags, change your name, and flee to another continent out of pure, unadulterated shame. I, on the other hand, stayed. I couldn't leave, not when the terrifying memory of Christian Vance standing in the doorway of the master bedroom, watching me wriggle on his silk sheets, my hand buried in my lace panties while I whimpered his name, replayed in my head every single hour of the day. He hadn't screamed. He hadn't told my mother. Instead, he had closed the door softly, leaving me with a dark, unreadable gaze. And ever since then, just a few hours ago, the air between us in the Vance household had been thick with an unbearable, suffocating static. Truth is, my twisted mind didn't stop with Christian. For months, my gaze had been drifting between m