All Chapters of YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES): Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

JessA twig broke somewhere in the grasses and Greg froze for a second, his cock still buried deep inside me. We both listened, holding our breaths as we heard the voices murmuring. My panic rose, imagining hikers seeing us like this, exposed and entangled.“Shit,” he muttered, but he didn’t pull out. Instead, he thrust in again slowly, making me gasp. “Don’t move.”The footsteps grew closer, my heart beat growing louder.“Greg, stop,” I hissed, trying to push back, but his grip on my hips tightened.“Shh,” he whispered, leaning over me, his chest against my back. “Just wait.”The voices peaked, laughter, casual chat, then faded, drifting away down another path. Relief washed over me.“See? Gone,” he stated, voice low and smug. “Now, where were we?”Before I could protest, he slammed into me harder, his thrusts aggressive, punishing.“Fuck, that got you tighter,” he groaned, pounding into me.“Oh, God,” I moaned, pushing back to meet him, the fear morphing into fuel. “I don't want you

JessHe stood behind the door, his presence heavy and his shadow visible under the gap, and my heart tripped.Mom was just down the hall in their bedroom, so what the hell was he doing here?“Greg?” I whispered, yanking the covers over me, my fingers slick, my body still trembling. “What do you want?”The door creaked slightly, and I realized I hadn't locked the door after I'd retired for the night. He stepped inside and closed it softly behind him. He was shirtless again, wearing only those damn sweatpants, his eyes locked on me with that hungry gaze.“Tracy’s asleep,” he said, voice hushed but firm, stepping closer. “You know, I could hear you Jess, moaning my name.”I sat up, clutching the blanket to my chest, my face burning.“You can’t be here,” I hissed, ignoring his comment and glancing at the door. “She’s right down the hall. Get out.”He didn’t move, his eyes flicking over me, lingering where the blanket barely covered my thighs. “You don’t mean that. I heard you, saying my n

I couldn't believe my ears.Greg, my mother’s fiancé, the man I’d fucked multiple times yesterday, was inside my mom now, giving her exactly what he’d given me.Jealousy stabbed through me, irrational I knew, but mixing with guilt that felt so heavy I could barely breathe. He was hers, I reminded myself not mine, yet I’d let him take me, again and again, betraying her in ways I couldn’t undo. How had I fucked up this badly? How was I going to get out of this mess?I turned away, retreating to the kitchen. Coffee. I needed coffee to think, to figure out how to face them without cracking. I had to stop this, lock it down and avoid him, be the daughter Tracy deserved, that is if there was any hope left.The guest room went quiet after what felt like hours, and soon mom bounced downstairs, glowing.“Morning, sweetie!” she chirped, grabbing a mug. “Last night was so good, if you know what I mean. Greg’s still in bed, lazy ass.”I forced a smile, pouring coffee. “Eww, mom. I'm pretty sure I

Anna’s PovI pulled up to the big house in my old car, it was late at night. The gates opened when I pressed the button on the intercom. I drove in and parked near the front door, my heart was beating fast but I told myself this was just for the money. I needed it bad after losing my job last month, bills were piling up and this guy offered a lot for one night.I got out and walked up the steps, the door opened before I could knock. A man in a suit stood there, he looked at me and said, “Are you Miss Harper?”I nodded. “Yes, that’s me.”He stepped aside, “Come in. Mr Black is waiting.”I followed him through the hallway. The place was huge with high ceilings and shiny floors. We went into a room with big chairs and a desk, there was a fire going in the fireplace. A tall man stood by the window. He turned around when we came in, he had dark hair and sharp eyes. “Hello, Elena,” he said. “I’m Alexander Black. Sit down.”I sat in one of the chairs. He sat behind the desk, the man in the s

Anna’s PovI woke up in the guest room. Sun came through the curtains, the clock said eight. My body was sore from last night, i sat up slowly.The door opened. Alexander walked in, he had black pants on and no shirt. His chest looked hard. He said, “You are awake.”“Yes sir,” I said.He shut the door hard. He said, “One more time before you go.”“The contract was one night,” I said.“Night is over,” he said. “This is morning, there's no contract. Say no if you want.”I looked at the money. Then at him. His eyes were dark. I said, “Okay.”“Get up,” he said. “Follow me.”I stood and walked after him to the playroom. My legs felt weak, the chains still hung from the bed. The table had all the tools. He said, “Strip.”I pulled off the t-shirt. Then the shorts, i stood naked. My skin had light marks from last night.“Get on the bed and face down,” he said.I climbed on the bed and lay face down, the sheets were cold. He took thick leather cuffs and locked my left wrist to the top left cor