STEP-DADDY'S SIN
Her skin glows like honey under the soft bedroom light—dewy from sweat, trembling from aftershocks, heart racing against mine.
I cradle her tighter, kissing the back of her neck.
She makes a soft, content sound. Almost a purr.
“Hey,” I murmur, voice low and tender now, the beast in me finally sated—for the moment. “Still breathing?”
She giggles weakly. “Barely.”
I smile. Good. I roll her gently onto her back, grab the towel from the nightstand, and start cleaning between her thighs—slow, careful, reverent. Her body twitches under my touch, too sensitive, too used.
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