Todos os capítulos de Stepfamily Stories: Capítulo 261 - Capítulo 270

AriaLiam left for the tux fitting at ten and told me Cole would be over by noon to help with the seating chart.I was still in the thin robe from the shower when the doorbell rang. Cole stood on the porch in a black T-shirt and jeans, duffel bag over one shoulder, the same easy smile he’d worn at the engagement party. Best man. Liam’s oldest friend. The one who’d clapped him on the back and said he was a lucky bastard for locking me down.“Hey,” he said. “Liam said the spare room’s ready.”“It is.” I stepped back. The robe slipped a little when I moved. His eyes dropped, just for a second, then came back up. “Come in.”He walked past me. Clean cologne and something warmer underneath. I closed the door and followed him down the hall, hyper-aware of how little I was wearing and how quiet the house was with Liam gone. Cole dropped his bag in the guest room, turned, and leaned against the doorframe.“You’ve been stressed,” he said. “Liam mentioned it. All the planning. You look like you

Liam left for work at 8:40.I waited until the front door clicked, then walked to the guest room in the same sundress from last night, no thong, Cole’s cum still warm and shifting inside me. He was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed in just his sweats, phone in hand. He looked up when I stepped in and locked the door behind me.“On time,” he said. “Dress off. On the bed. Hands and knees.”I stripped. The sundress hit the floor. I climbed onto the mattress and got into position, ass up, thighs already slick. Cole stood, shoved his sweats down, and ran two fingers through me. He groaned at how wet I was.“Still full from last night. And he fucked you on the couch. I can feel it.” He lined up and pushed in with one hard thrust. I moaned into the pillow. He gripped my hips and fucked me deep and rough, each stroke forcing wet sounds out of me and knocking the bed against the wall. One hand cracked across my ass. The other reached under and rubbed my clit in tight circles—close,

The ceremony was at four.I stood at the altar in the white dress, veil down, Cole’s morning load still warm around the plug I’d pushed in before I left the house. Liam smiled at me like I was the only thing he’d ever wanted. I said the vows. He slid the ring onto my finger. When he kissed me I tasted champagne and mint and felt my cunt clench around the mess his best man had left hours earlier.The reception blurred. Photos. Toasts. Cole stood beside Liam the whole time, easy smile, hand brushing mine when he passed me a glass. Under the table during dinner his fingers found my thigh, slid higher, and pressed against the base of the plug through the thin fabric of the dress. I kept my face calm and let Liam hold my hand.We got to the hotel suite after midnight. Liam was drunk and happy. He unzipped the dress, kissed down my spine, and groaned when he saw the plug.“Fuck, baby. You’ve been wearing this all day?”“Wanted to be ready for you.”He played with it—pulling it out slow, pus

The kitchen tile was cold under my bare feet.Reed walked me to the counter, one hand on the back of my neck, the other already working his belt the rest of the way open. He didn’t rush. He set my phone face-down on the granite, then turned me so my hips hit the edge and my palms braced on the cool surface.“Stay just like that,” he said. “Ass out. Legs apart. I want to see how much you leaked on the walk over.”I obeyed. The air hit the mess on my thighs. Reed stepped in behind me, freed his cock, and dragged the head through how wet I was. He was thick. Hot. He didn’t push in. He just rubbed, slow and filthy, while he talked.“Your stepdad trusts me with the spare key,” he murmured. “Told me to check on the house. Make sure his sweet little stepdaughter wasn’t getting into trouble while Mom’s gone. And here you are, dripping on the counter, waiting for me to decide if I fuck this cunt or just your mouth today. What do you think he’d say if he saw the video? If he heard the way you m

I woke up plugged and sore.The toy had stayed in all night. Reed’s load had leaked around it onto the sheets, sticky and warm, and every time I shifted the base pressed and more wetness slid out. I didn’t take it out. I didn’t touch myself. I lay there staring at the ceiling until the clock hit 11:40, then got up, washed my face, and answered the door at noon exactly how he’d ordered—naked from the waist down, plug seated, T-shirt barely covering my breasts.Reed stepped inside, locked the door, and looked at the state of me.“Still in,” he said. He reached between my legs, tugged the plug halfway out, and pushed it back in. I gasped. Cum shifted around it. “Good. You’ve been listening. Living room. On the couch. Plug out. I want to see how much you held.”I obeyed. The second the plug slipped free, thick white spilled onto the cushion. Reed groaned, shoved his jeans down, and pushed into me before I’d even settled. The stretch was easy and filthy. He fucked me deep and rough, one ha