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The truth tumbled out, stupid and raw, but I couldn't lie, not when stopping him would shatter me. I didn't care if I sounded desperate, whorish. This man, hot, commanding, every inch the forbidden fantasy knew exactly how to unravel a woman. He was my stepfather-in-law, and that only fueled the fire. "Aaah... daddy, don't stop!" I screamed as he positioned himself between my thighs, face inches from my slick heat. His breath ghosted over me, teasing, before his mouth descended, tongue delving in, eating me out with feral hunger. My back arched off the bed, fingers clawing the sheets, lost in the storm he unleashed.

“When? When did he tell you that?” “The day before you left for the camp.” I froze. My chest knotted as the timeline clicked in my head. That was the same night Hayden and I had sex again. My jaw clenched, and I looked away, staring out the windshield. Kyle’s voice came again, almost pleading. “By the way, aren’t you going to say something? About my confession? A response, or something?” I turned back to him, still silent. His eyes watered, and his voice cracked. “Am I not weird? Liking you; my stepfather, and Hayden, my stepbrother? Not even wanting to choose. I’m greedy, aren’t I?”

He leans down and sucks hard on my nipples, biting them while growling filthy words. “You’re going to be Daddy’s secret whore from now on,” he says, slamming into me. “Every time your mother leaves the house, I’m bending you over and destroying this pussy. You’ll walk around leaking my cum for days, feeling it drip down your thighs while you smile at your mother.” “Yes, Daddy!” I moan like a complete whore, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Fuck me harder however you want! Please!” Dean flips me onto all fours and slams back inside me from behind, he grips my hips tightly and rails me mercilessly, spanking my ass red with every powerful thrust. “Tell me how much you love your stepfather’s

“I was on fire that night; I had a lot to drink before. You see, these men were special, VIP. They paid for me and I gave them a darn good show. I had on my favorite gold bikini set. It’s basically a strip of clothing; doesn’t cover anything—” I squeezed my eyes shut, my thumb digging into a wooden bead. “Candy, please. This is not—” “The lights in the VIP room were so dim I couldn’t see their faces,” she continued, ignoring me. Her voice was low. “But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties

“Outside the Volkov building, I am not Mr. Frederico. Fuck the titles. Here… I’m just a man. A man with very real, very intense needs and feelings for you.” Her lips parted, but no words came out at first. I could see the conflict raging behind her eyes — shame, fear, lingering heat from the other night, and something deeper she was trying desperately to deny. Finally, she pulled back slightly, though my hand stayed on her cheek. “Mr. Frederico… you need to stop,” she whispered, voice trembling but determined. “This is crazy. I had sex with you — and you’re my ex’s stepfather. It’s disappointing that you’re not respecting my boundaries…”

His cock was thick, and it looked like it was about to explode. “What the hell are you thinking Sophie! This is your mother's man!” “You know what….” I started, “I was never here” I said and walked briskly towards the freezer, Milk wasn't an option right now, I need water. "Your mum and I.. haven't had sex in four months". Frank said behind me I slammed the fridge shut. Wow, the confession hit me hard. Who wouldn't want to ride that dick all day? I used to think that he had successfully stolen my mum and had her all to himself maybe because he fucks well, but turns out that's not the case.

I could feel my own pussy juice dripping down onto the sheets. He pulled his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock, and it sprang up. Under his control, it swelled even thicker than when I fondled it. The head was dark and swollen. And I had never seen anything so intimidating and so beautiful at the same time. Literally! "I'm going to teach you a lesson," Stepdad said. Positioning himself between my legs as the head of his cock pressed against my pussy folds. "You're going to learn what happens when you tease a man like that. When you act like a little slut for your stepdad."

My hips jolted off the bed and I moaned, my mind wandering to a place of my fantasies. I'd never told anyone about it, but my stepfather was the man starring in all of them. His arms would be pinning me down to the bed or his hand would be wrapped around my throat, cutting off my air supply. Or, maybe, he'd be pounding into me from behind, telling me that I was a dirty little slut and how he was going to fuck a baby into me. Another recurring scene was me on my knees with him making me call him daddy. Whatever it was, Jack was the star. "Oh, fuckkk..." I mumbled, as I felt my orgasm start to grow in my belly. "Fuck, Jack. Fuck, that's so good. Yes, Daddy. Oh my goooddd..."

They were looking at each other with so much love. The kind of love I’ve always dreamed of and wanted. I dropped the picture back and chuckled slightly when I saw the one of me and Nova. Our front teeth had fallen off but our smile was the brightest. I heard a sound, like something falling from Dad's room. Heading to the room, I saw the door was unlocked. Pushing it open, I entered inside and gasped. My body shook with shock at what was happening in front of me. My stepmother was naked and bent over and a man who wasn’t my father was fucking her.

Cups clinked softly on the table as they talked about the gala—the Thorne Company had invited them to do a live painting, right in front of the city’s elite. Sarah kept staring at the invitation on the table, the Thorne Company seal burning into her eyes. “You know Damian Thorne is the owner, right?” she said, her voice low. Luca nodded. “Yeah. I know.” “He’s… my stepfather,” she added, then let out a bitter laugh. “But before that—” she stopped, swallowing hard. “Before that, he was my one-night stand.” She lied to Luca. Yes, Damian was her one-night stand at first—but she knew deep down it was more than just one night, because it kept happening. Luca was her gay friend; she was the only on