LOGINMira's POV“Yes—please—cum in me,” I begged, my own orgasm building fast from the brutal pace, the filthy words, and the way he was looking at me like he owned every inch of me now. “Fill me up, Daddy. Claim my pussy.”He thrust deep one last time and came with a low, rough groan, cock pulsing hard inside me as he pumped thick ropes of hot cum deep into my pussy. I felt every spurt, felt myself overflow, felt it leak out around his cock and run down my ass onto the sheets in warm, sticky trails. The sensation tipped me over the edge too. I came hard, crying out, my pussy clenching and milking him in tight, rhythmic waves while my thighs shook around his hips.He stayed buried deep through both our orgasms, breathing hard against my neck, one hand still on my jaw. When the aftershocks finally eased, he slowly pulled out. Thick cum followed, dripping heavily from my swollen, used pussy onto their sheets.Ali
Mira's POVHis eyes darkened. A low growl rumbled out of his chest. He leaned in closer, one big hand braced beside my head, the other still resting heavy on my inner thigh.“Oh really?” he said, voice thick and dangerous. “You fantasized about your mother’s husband fucking you? About me claiming every hole you’ve got?” He shook his head once, slow, like he couldn’t believe it but it made his cock twitch anyway. “Then I’m going to give you exactly what you want, bad girl.”He moved between my spread thighs, big and solid, his cock still rock hard and shiny from my wetness. He grabbed himself at the base, rubbed the thick head through my slick folds once, twice, coating himself again in the mess leaking out of me. Then he thrust in.One brutal, deep thrust.He buried himself to the hilt in a single stroke. The force of it knocked the air out of my lungs. My back arched hard off the bed as my pussy stretched wide around him, walls fluttering and clenching at the sudden fullness. The wet
Mira's POVSlow. So slow I felt every thick inch stretch my pussy open around him. My walls fluttered and clenched, trying to pull him deeper. He kept going until his hips were flush against my ass and he was buried all the way inside, the head nudging deep. The angle from behind made him feel even bigger, hitting spots that made my toes curl hard and my breath catch in my throat.“Fuck,” he groaned, one strong arm wrapping tight around me, his big hand cupping my breast through the sheer lace. He squeezed, thumb brushing back and forth over my hard nipple until it ached. “You feel incredible. So hot and tight around my cock.”He started moving. Long, steady thrusts that rocked my whole body forward into the pillows. Pulling almost all the way out until just the thick head stayed inside, then sliding back in deep, grinding his hips against my ass at the end of every stroke like he wanted to get even deeper. The wet sounds were loud in the quiet room—obscene, slick, constant. His cock
Mira's POVHe’d flip me over onto my stomach, pull my hips up so I was on my knees, ass in the air. Then he’d slam back in from behind, even deeper. One hand would fist in my hair, the other would slap my ass—sharp, stinging, then soothing.“Whose pussy is this?” he’d demand, pounding into me.“Yours,” I’d cry out. “It’s yours, Daddy.”“Say it louder.”“It’s your pussy, Daddy! Only yours!”He’d reach around and rub my clit while he fucked me, fast and rough. “You gonna cum on Daddy’s cock? Go on, baby girl. Cum for me. Show me how bad you wanted this.”The orgasm would hit hard—my whole body locking up, pussy clenching around him, a broken moan tearing out of my throat. He’d keep fucking me through it, chasing his own. “Fuck—gonna fill you up. Gonna pump this tight cunt full of cum so you remember who you belong to.”Then he’d bury deep, groan low and rough, and I’d feel the hot pulses of him cumming inside me, flooding me, dripping out around his cock as he kept grinding through it.
Mira's POVI don’t know what possessed me to go into their room. Mum’s room. Alistair’s room. Neither of them were home. Mum was on another one of her long business trips, the kind that lasted weeks. And Alistair… he was still at work. He always came home around eleven, sometimes later if the meetings ran over. It was only eight. The house felt too quiet, too empty, and something hot and restless had been crawling under my skin all day.I stood outside the door for a long minute, heart beating so loud I could hear it in my ears. This is wrong, I told myself. You shouldn’t even think about him like that. He’s your stepfather. But the thought didn’t stop my hand from turning the knob.The door opened with a soft click. The smell hit me first—his cologne, that deep, woody scent that always clung to his shirts and the pillows. It made my stomach twist in the best and worst way. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, leaning back against it for a second just to breathe him in.The
“You’re close again, aren’t you?” he growled, fucking me faster now. “I can feel this cunt squeezing me. You want to come so bad. But you wait for me. You come when I say. Not a second before.”I nodded against his hand, my eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure built sharp and fast. Every thrust hit that spot inside me that made my toes curl. His cock felt so big, stretching me wide, filling me completely. He kept talking, his voice getting rougher with every thrust.“Such a good girl. But now you’re getting fucked proper. And you’re gonna come with me. You hear that? When I fill this pussy up, you’re gonna come all over my cock. Right when I tell you.”His hips snapped forward harder, faster. The hand over my mouth pressed tighter as another moan tried to escape. I could feel him getting closer—his cock twitching inside me, his breathing ragged against my ear. My own orgasm was right there, building so fast I could barely hold it back.“Now,” he growled, voice tight. “Come with me, sun
Killian leaned back against the counter, arms crossed over his powerful chest, watching me with that same predatory intensity. “You don’t have to.”“I want to,” I said, already moving to the sink. I turned on the water, letting it run hot, and began rinsing the plates. The warm water splashed over
A broken cry tore from my lips as his tongue immediately began working me with devastating skill—flat, broad licks followed by tight, focused circles, then gentle suction that made my toes curl. He devoured me like a man starved, groaning deeply against my pussy as if my taste was the most intoxica
The room was empty.The bed was still neatly made, his duffel bag sitting open on the chair, a few clothes tossed carelessly across it. But the sound of running water drew my gaze to the en-suite bathroom door, which was also slightly open. Steam curled out in lazy wisps, carrying the clean, mascul
I jerked my arm away and clutched the robe tighter over my chest, mortified and furious and—God help me—aroused. The ache between my legs had already begun, a slick, needy throb that made my thighs press together instinctively.“I’m not afraid of you,” I hissed, lifting my chin defiantly. “You can







