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Stephan knelt between my legs, his eyes locking on mine. “Tell us if it's too much,” he said, voice low and protective, even as his cock nudged my entrance. Heath settled at my side, his hand stroking my thigh, while Zade positioned himself behind me, lifting my hips slightly. “I want this. All of you,” I breathed, reaching for Heath's cock, wrapping my fingers around its girth and stroking firmly. He groaned, thrusting into my hand. Stephan pushed in first, his thick length stretching my pussy wide, filling me inch by inch until I was clenching around him.

“And hot as hell, right?” I laughed, heat rushing to my cheeks. “I guess.” “Oh, come on,” Stephanie teased. “You have eyes. I have been around him for years. Nothing happened. Not even a harmless little flirt.” I lifted an eyebrow. “Sounds like you’re disappointed.” She grinned, unashamed. “Wouldn’t mind a little harmless flirting. But no, I think he’s just closed off. Good luck cracking that shell.” “Who said I’m cracking that shell? I have no interest. I just love his kids, that’s all.” I waved her off.

She’s been betrayed by her own family, and I swear, I won’t let it stand. "Hey girl, so this Spencer guy— is he hot?" Steppy, I think, asked me with a mischievous grin. I blinked, and momentarily pulled out of my pizza and soda paradise. My mouth was full of cheesy goodness, and I couldn’t help but laugh a little at her teasing tone.

Steph meets new lovers at a party. Enjoy. ****** Greetings all. My name is Steph. I am 26 years old, single and live in Los Angeles, CA. I have a good job, although that is irrelevant to this story. I am short, 5 foot 2, thin with brown hair and B cup breasts. I am not unattractive, but I admit I am more cute than LA beautiful, specially since I have chosen not to augment my boobs. I have thought about it, but I'm scared because my nipples are very sensitive. I can almost cum just from teasing them and I don't want to lose that for the sake of a bigger cup. Still I tend to blend into the background in social situations, which may be why I am still single, or at least without a steady boyfrie

His balls slap against my clit. “Say it,” he demands, choking me harder. “Tell me whose stepsister you are while I fuck you.” “I’m your stepsister,” I gasp, voice breaking. “I’m your dirty little stepsister slut.” He pulls my hair harder and pounds me mercilessly. I cum again, gushing around his cock, soaking his balls. Kai flips me onto my back on the desk, spreading my legs wide. He looks me in the eyes as he slams back inside.

He turned me around to face him. Up close, Julian Vane was terrifying. He was forty-two, nearly twice my age, with silver hitting the temples of his dark hair and eyes the color of a winter sea. He’d been my stepfather for three years, a man of few words and cold checkbooks. I’d spent those years avoiding him, ducking into hallways when I heard his heavy tread, feeling his gaze on the back of my neck at every dinner. “Julian, let go. People are watching,” I hissed, glancing at the few lingering mourners.

“They’ll be jealous? Or bitter about how close I am to my stepsister?” The word burned. Stepsister. My cheeks flared, blood rising too fast. “You’re an asshole,” I spat, and yet my gaze stayed locked on his. He didn’t blink. “Jason is waiting,” I reminded myself out loud, as if the name would save me. “He’s waiting for me.” Ian scoffed. “Jason? That idiot couldn’t keep you entertained if he were the last man on Earth. All he’s got are dumb jokes and zero bite.” My hands clenched into fists at my sides. “We laugh. That’s more than I can say about you and your ‘bite.’”

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck!” “Shh, baby, the boys will hear you.” I whispered, pulling my husband flat on my chest and kissing him like a famished man. I lifted his hips and started moving mine instead, feeling grateful for having the robotic legs due to being able to pleasure Ryder and not always being the pleasured one.

Seconds ago I was trying not to think about her, and now I was actively searching for her like a desperate pervert. There was nothing wrong with that, right? I could just pretend she wasn’t my stepsister. Just another hot pornstar. I tapped on one of her most recent videos. The second her pretty, pink pussy filled the screen, my cock jerked hard in my pants. She was on her back, legs spread wide, teasing her swollen clit with her fingers before sliding a thick pink dildo deep inside her wet cunt. “Fuck…” I groaned, unable to resist anymore. I shoved my pants and boxers down, pulled out my throbbing cock, and started stroking hard, eyes glued to the screen.

It made him look… human. Warm. Without realizing it, Emma smiled too. Across the room, a pair of eyes watched them closely. Damien’s cousin, Victor Blackwood, leaned against a marble pillar with a glass of champagne. “So…” He smirked. “The new Mrs. Blackwood has everyone wrapped around her finger already.” Beside him stood his sister, Vanessa Blackwood. “I don’t trust her.” Victor’s gaze remained fixed on Emma. “Neither do I.” Back on the dance floor, soft music began to play.