Fifty Shades In Order Novels & Stories

Shirley The whole weekend our parents were gone. The house felt different, like it was just waiting for us to break. I tried to stay in my room most of Friday, but by Saturday night the tension was too much. My body kept remembering how Alex ate my pussy and made me see stars. I found him in the living room watching TV. The second he saw me in my little nightdress, his eyes changed. He stood up and walked straight to me without saying a word. This time there was no slow teasing. He grabbed me and kissed me like he was drowning.

I pushed it open and stepped inside, closing it with a soft click. He was waiting on the bed, completely naked, his thick cock standing hard and angry against his abs, already leaking pre-cum down the veined shaft. The moment he saw me, his eyes turned feral. “Lock the door,” he ordered, voice low and rough. “Then come here and spread your legs like the filthy little stepsister you are.” I obeyed, heart hammering. The click of the lock felt final — no turning back. I climbed onto the bed and lay on my back, spreading my thighs wide, exposing my glistening, swollen pussy to him. Juices already coated my inner thighs from hours of anticipation.