MasukWARNING: This book is rated 18+ and will contain explicit sexual contents. He's off-limits. But tonight, I'm done pretending. Bell thinks I'm his sweet little girlfriend. But it's his stepdad who sees the real me— wet, needy, and aching to be ruined. One look. One whisper. One filthy promise. And just like that… I'm on the kitchen counter, legs wide, moaning "Daddy." This isn't just sex This is sin And it feels so damn good to be a sinner. Welcome to the diary of a sinner—where shame is foreplay and obedience tastes like lust. Where pleasure is punishment—and sin feels holy. This is a collection of raw, filthy, indulgent one-shots where no desire is too dark to explore, no boundary too sacred to cross. Each story is a confessional soaked in pleasure, punishment, and the bittersweet afterglow of release. And you’re going to love every one of them, especially if you're looking for a book filled with wild sexual fantasies. Join the ride, if you can control the heat.
Lihat lebih banyak(MY BOYFRIEND'S STEPDAD)
JENNA WATSON (FL) — 22yrs TYLER BLACK (ML) — 38yrs BELLAMY JACE (SML) — 25yrs JENNA It all started the night I moved to Boston to come live with Bellamy Jace, my boyfriend. We met on a dating site, and he became a very big part of me cause I was madly in love with him, or so I thought. I'd come all the way from Vermont, because I was offered a job here in Boston. I discussed it with Bellamy, I can't forget how excited he was about it. So, he immediately offered to move in with him. I was very excited too, because it meant less distance and frequent fucking. Yes, I loved sex. It's been six months already and we've been holding up pretty well, until recently. Bell changed. He became distant. He rarely returned home or took my calls. And when we fuck, he prioritized his own orgasm, leaving me unsatisfied, especially knowing how much I loved sex. I craved more, couldn't keep my hands off my body whenever I was alone, but he was always unavailable. I mentioned it to him several times, and all I got was an apology, and a fuck that never satisfied me. Wednesdays are my day off from work, and Bell has left for work. I laid alone on the couch in the sitting room, my hands attempting to wander down my body. My nipples were hard against the silk night gown I wore. Goddamn, I needed to fuck. My right hand found my nipples and pinched them, so hard my body shuddered with excitement and need. My other hand was reaching for my lower body, when the sound of the doorbell Interrupted me. Is Bell back already? I couldn't help but feel more aroused. No one visits us, so it could only be Bell, right? I got up from the couch, tousled my blonde hair, and pushed down the strapless night gown, so that my creamy breast and hard nipples would be the second thing he sees after my face. The door bell rang again. "I'm Coming!" I shouted, and went for the door. "Bell?" I opened the door and immediately froze. Unable to help the gasp that escaped my mouth, my eyes wide agape, as I stared at the man right in front of me. Dressed in a black, short sleeve button down shirt, that did everything but hide how muscular he was. The shirt hung tightly against his body, like it would tear the moment he tried to flex. Paired with a dark neatly ironed pants, my gaze couldn't help but wander between his thighs. He focused his piercing green eyes on mine, his deep buzz cut, shaved neatly. Apart from his appearance the most intimidating part of him was his intense aura. He reeked of masculine virility, strong sexual appeal and erotic energy, his demeanor alone was addictive and the phrase ‘If looks could kill’ suddenly came to my mind. I was at a loss for words, this man must have been the most handsome man that I have ever laid my eyes on, I couldn't imagine that such perfection existed. He too seemed to be short of words, I caught traces of slithers of tattoos at the bottom of his neck. "Gosh, he's breathtaking," I thought. Shit! Realization suddenly hit me, that my breasts were half exposed. I instantly hugged myself, "I... I'm sorry," I said, almost ashamed. "I thought it was my boyfriend." A small smile spread across his lips, lingering too long like he was sizing me up. There was something about him... I can't explain it, but it was there. "I'll save you the stress, sweetheart. I'm Tyler, Bellamy's dad, and I'm here to see him." He spoke like it was the most natural thing, his voice deep and husky. Bellamy's dad? Jesus Christ, how's that possible? Because this man in front of me looks really young. He looked to be in his late thirties. I met his gaze and couldn't help the shiver that rippled through me. "I'm sorry, but Bell never mentioned you to me, and y..you look way young." He chuckled, "Neither did he mention you to me. Well, I'm not his BIOLOGICAL father and our relationship is nothing to write about." "Ohh, you're his step dad then?" "You can say that." I slowly nodded my head in acknowledgment. "Well, Bellamy isn't home right now, are you gonna wait or come back later?" He arched his brows, almost laughing, "Come back later? This is my house, sweetheart. I was only away for some months." I was suddenly at a loss for words, as shame crawled up my spine. Fuck Bellamy, he told me nothing, now I look like a fool. I recovered almost immediately, and forced a smile. "Christ! Bell never told me a thing. I'm really sorry, please come in." I moved, granting his huge body access into the apartment. Only then did I notice he came with a bag. "Thank you," he flashed me a knowing smile and stepped inside, marching towards the steps that led to the bedrooms. I closed the door behind me and went to the couch I laid earlier, to retrieve my phone. I tried calling Bell, but it was all directed to voice mail. Frustrated and angry, I sent him a message and tossed the phone on the table. I was nervous. Really nervous. Just then my phone rang, I immediately grabbed it. It was Bellamy. Relief washed over me like a gut punch. "I'm sorry, babe. I was busy when you called, I saw your message." Came his soft, honeyed voice. The voice that made me always crave him, but I was mad right now. "Bell, you never told me a thing about your step dad. How am I to face him right now? Either come home right now or I'd pack my things and leave" "I know you're mad right now, just calm down, okay? I had no idea he'd return today." "Okay???" "Babe, you'll have to listen to me, because right now, I can't come home. I won't even be back in weeks." My stomach twisted, "What do you mean?" "The company sent a couple of us to Maldives for some work. We'd leave this night and I can't come home. I had no idea, I would have told you before now." "Fuckin Bellamy Jace!" I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat, "So you're gonna be away while I stay with you stepdad? Bell, I don't even know a thing about him." My voice cracked slightly. "Please don't cry, babe. I'd make it up to you once I'm back. Tyler is not bad, he's easy to get along with. Just try to get along with him, for me, okay? I'd do everything I can to make sure I return faster." "Bell..." "I'm sorry, and I love you, okay? I gotta go." He killed the call. I stared blankly at the phone as a lone tear rolled down my cheek. Despite him being an asshole sometimes, I love him and this was the longest we're gonna stay away from each other. "He's right tho, I'm very easy to get along with. Good thing, I'm here... I'll make sure you don't miss him too much." I turned to sound of Tyler's voice from the steps and instantly froze. He was bare chest.SOPHIEMy heart hammered against my ribs like a caged bird desperate for escape as I stood inside Alexander Voss’s private executive suite on the top floor of Voss & Harrington. The heavy door had just clicked shut behind me, the electronic lock engaging with a soft, final beep that echoed in my bones. Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, casting a golden glow over the sleek mahogany desk, the leather executive chairs, and the man who now owned every inch of my attention.Alexander Voss. Forty-seven years old. My best friend Emma’s father. The man I used to call “Uncle Alex” with innocent giggles when I was sixteen and crashing at their house every weekend. Now, that same man was my personal mentor for the high-stakes Harrington merger, a role that came with private sessions, late nights, and zero supervision.“You’re late, Sophie,” he said, his deep, velvety voice wrapping around me like a slow caress. He leaned back against the massive desk, his arms crossed o
NANCY'S POV 10The house felt different now.Mornings, Mom at the stove, humming off-key to the radio, and flipping pancakes. And there was Eric behind her, pouring coffee, his free hand brushing my hip as he passes, his fingertips lingering just long enough to press the memory of last night into my skin. I smile at her over the rim of my mug, and she smiles back.Everything is ordinary. Everything is perfect.In the laundry room, during mid-afternoon. Mom’s in the shower upstairs, water drumming steady overhead. With the sound of the dryer tumbles. Eric backs me against the folding table, he lifts my skirt with one hand, and pushes my panties aside with the other.No words like usual. Just his mouth on my throat, his teeth scraping the fading bruise he left there two nights ago. He slides in slow, agonizingly slow, as he watched my face the whole time.“Quiet,” he whispers, though the shower drowns everything. “She’ll be down in eight minutes.”I nod, and bite his into his shoulder
NANCY'S POV 9Mom sat at the kitchen table, her phone pressed to her ear, her voice was low and edged with hurt I wasn’t supposed to hear. I’d come downstairs for water and froze on the last step, hidden in the shadow of the stairwell.“…I don’t know, Linda. He’s been so distant. No touching, no nothing. Not even when I try. It’s like he’s… somewhere else. I keep thinking maybe there’s someone. But he’s always here. Always. I feel stupid even saying it out loud.”My stomach instantly dropped like a stone.She laughed, the sound was small, and brittle. “Yeah. Maybe I’m just paranoid. But it hurts, you know? Feeling invisible to your own husband.”I pressed my palm to my mouth so hard my teeth bit skin.When she hung up, I slipped back upstairs before she could see me, my heart hammering with guilt and something darker twisting inside my chest.The next morning she left early for the doctor’s appointment, she said, kissing my forehead, then Eric’s cheek. “Back by lunch. Love you both.”
NANCY'S POV 8The living room TV droned with some mindless sitcom rerun, Mom was laughing softly at the canned jokes, the remote balanced on her knee, and her feet tucked under a throw blanket. I sat beside her on the couch, my legs crossed tight, trying to look normal while every nerve still hummed from last night. Eric had been in and out all evening, fixing something in the garage, bringing in firewood, and casual as ever.Then he appeared in the doorway, wiping his hands on a rag.“Hey, Nancy, can you come help me for a sec? I need those car-washing tools you packed away last week. Can’t find the damn bucket.”Mom waved a hand without looking away from the screen. “Go on, honey. Help your dad.”I stood, my heart already kicking, as I followed him down the hall and through the side door into the garage.The door clicked shut behind us.Without any waste of time, Eric spun me around, and shoved me back against the workbench, then crushed his mouth to mine. Hard, and bruising, his to
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TASTING MY STEPBROTHER'S COCK 3The next few days were torture in the sweetest way.Dinner with their parents every night, with Julian sitting across from her, looking perfectly composed in a crisp shirt, while his bare foot slid up her calf under the table. His toes tracing slow circles on her inn
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