Lahat ng Kabanata ng Beneath The Sheets : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

TessMaurice didn’t give me time to catch my breath.He pulled me up by the arms, walked us both into the shallow end of the pool, and spun me around so my back was against the cool tile wall. Water lapped at my waist. His cock, still wet from my mouth and rock-hard, dragged against my stomach as he shoved my bikini bottoms down my legs. The fabric floated away. His hand slid between my thighs and found me dripping, swollen, aching.“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he muttered, pushing two thick fingers inside me without warning. The stretch made my head fall back against the tile. “All that from choking on daddy’s cock. What a filthy little girl you are.”He scissored his fingers, rubbing that spot that made my knees weak, then pulled them out and replaced them with the blunt, curved head of his cock. He didn’t ease in. He pushed hard and steady until every long, veiny inch was buried inside me and his hips were flush against mine.The fullness stole my breath. The upward curve pressed perfect

TessThe call from my ex boyfriend came just after noon.I was still in bed, body sore in places that made heat crawl up my neck every time I shifted. Maurice had left early for work. The house felt too big again. When my phone lit up with Ethan’s name I almost ignored it. We hadn’t spoken in months — not since I ruined whatever we had and my friends decided I wasn’t worth keeping.I answered anyway.“Tess.” His voice was careful. “I heard about your mom. I’m sorry. Can we talk? Just… talk. I’ve been thinking about us.”I should have said no. Instead I heard myself agree.An hour later I was standing outside his apartment door in a simple dress that still felt too revealing against skin that remembered last night too clearly. Ethan opened it looking the same as always — soft smile, nervous eyes. He stepped aside to let me in.“My dad’s here,” he said as I walked past him. “He stopped by to drop something off. Hope that’s okay.”I nodded, already half-checked out, until a familiar voic

VanessaI never expected them to still be this clingy.Jace and Nick had been away at university for almost two years. I thought the distance would finally make them stop treating me like I was still the woman who packed their lunch and kissed their foreheads. I was wrong. The second they walked through the door with their duffel bags, it started again.Jace pulled me into a long hug, face buried in my neck, arms tight around my waist. Nick waited his turn, then did the same, only he held on longer, hands resting just a little too low on my back. I told myself it was normal. They had missed their stepmother. That was all.Their father hadn’t been home in months. Work trips that turned into longer work trips. The big bed felt colder every night. I had stopped counting how many times I woke up aching and empty, fingers slipping between my own legs in the dark because there was no one else to touch me.That first evening they stayed close. Jace sat beside me on the couch while we watched

Vanessa They came to my room later that night, both of them.Jace closed the door quietly while Nick sat on the edge of the bed. The air still smelled like what we had done downstairs. My ass still stung from the spanking.“Dad called,” Jace said. His voice was low. “He’s coming home tomorrow night. Just for two days, then we’re all driving to Grandma’s for the weekend.”Nick looked at me. “We need to be careful. He’s not stupid.”I nodded, even though my body was already aching for them again. They didn’t touch me that night. They only warned me, then left. The restraint somehow made everything worse.The next evening their father sat at the head of the table like nothing in the house had changed. I served dinner with steady hands while Jace and Nick sat on either side of me. Every time I passed the bread, Jace’s fingers brushed the inside of my wrist. Every time I leaned forward, Nick’s knee pressed against mine under the table and stayed there. Once, when their father looked down

LilyThe bass still throbbed in my chest when he pulled me off the dance floor.I didn’t resist. His hand was firm on the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd and into the narrow service hallway behind the restrooms. The door swung shut and the music became a distant pulse. Neon light leaked under the gap, flashing blue and red across his face. He was older than the usual men who approached me—late thirties, broad shoulders, the kind of quiet, controlled presence that made my stomach tighten.He backed me against the rough brick wall. The cold bit through my thin dress. His mouth claimed mine, open and hungry, tasting of whiskey and mint. I kissed him back just as hard, hands already sliding under his shirt to feel the hard planes of his stomach. He made a low sound in his throat and pushed the skirt of my dress up to my waist in one motion.“You sure about this?” he asked against my lips, even as his fingers hooked into the side of my panties.“Yes,” I breathed. “Don’t you