Todos los capítulos de CAN I RIDE YOU, DADDY? SEDUCING MY EX'S STEP DADDY : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Liliana Miller:I stared at the doctor like he had just spoken a language I couldn’t understand.The office suddenly felt too cold, too white, too quiet. Even the ticking clock on the wall sounded distant, muffled beneath the violent pounding in my chest.“I’m sorry, Miss Liliana,” the doctor repeated gently, his voice careful, almost pitying. “But you are not infertile.”I blinked.Once.Twice.Then I laughed — a broken, hollow sound that didn’t even sound like me. It echoed off the sterile walls and died just as quickly.Not infertile?For three years my entire world had revolved around needles piercing my skin, hormones flooding my system, sudden weight gain that made me hate my own reflection, brutal mood swings that left me crying in the shower, and a crushing guilt that swallowed me whole every single night. Three years of believing I was broken. That I was the reason we couldn’t have a family. That I was failing the man I loved.The doctor kept talking, but his words blurred to

Liliana Miller “Would you fuck me, Daddy?”The words left my lips like a reckless prayer. I stayed pressed against his chest, swaying, waiting for him to push me away or pull me closer.He stiffened. His large hands gently but firmly held my shoulders, creating just enough space between us. His voice was low, steady, laced with a roughness that sent an unexpected shiver down my spine despite everything.“I’m not having sex with a drunk person, princess. Now come on, let me put you in a cab…”“No… no…” I pulled back from his embrace, nearly stumbling. The room tilted again, but the fire in my chest burned hotter than the alcohol. “I’m not *that* ugly, am I? I just… I want to get back at my ex. He’s an asshole. Our wedding is in two weeks and he fucked my best friend. And he’s infertile — the whole time he let me think it was *me*. Please… come on…”He exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his white beard. “No. And that’s final on that point.”His refusal only twisted the knife deeper. E

Liliana Miller: The hotel lobby was quiet when I stepped out of the elevator. The woman at the front desk smiled politely as I crossed the marble floor, and I found myself smiling back automatically, the way people do when they're running on habit instead of thought. The expression felt wrong on my face. Everything felt wrong. Outside, the morning sunlight greeted me with far more enthusiasm than I appreciated, immediately worsening the headache pounding behind my eyes. Between the alcohol, the lack of sleep, the emotional breakdown, and the fact that my entire life had imploded in less than twenty-four hours, I was honestly surprised I was still standing. I paused on the sidewalk and closed my eyes for a moment, inhaling the salty Mediterranean air. Yesterday morning I had been a woman planning a wedding. I had been someone's fiancée. Someone's best friend. Someone desperately trying to build a family. Today, I wasn't entirely sure who I was anymore, and somehow that realization hu

Frederico Grey Volkov The knock came at the worst — or perhaps best — possible moment.“Liliana…? Are you in there?”Alex’s voice echoed down the hallway, laced with concern that sounded almost genuine.Liliana froze against me, her eyes wide with panic, her soaked pussy still clenching rhythmically around my three thick fingers. I didn’t stop. If anything, I curled them deeper, stroking that sensitive spot inside her with slow, deliberate precision while my thumb continued its lazy, torturous circles over her swollen clit.“Shhh,” I whispered darkly against her ear, lips brushing the shell as I pumped my fingers in and out of her with long, filthy strokes. “Don’t make a sound, Princess. Let him worry.”She whimpered, burying her face into my shoulder to muffle the noise. Her teeth sank into the fabric of my shirt as I kept fingering her — slow, deep, relentless. I scissored my fingers, stretching her open, then added a slight twist on every thrust that made her thighs tremble violen

Liliana MillerI breathed out heavily as I unlocked the door to Jessica’s apartment, the sound of the key turning almost too loud in the quiet hallway. My legs felt like lead. After everything that had exploded with Alex, I had nowhere else to turn. I was now squatting with a friend who wasn’t really that close. Her name was Jessica. We went to the same university, but we were never best friends — just distant acquaintances who occasionally nodded at each other on campus or shared notes during finals week. Still, when I showed up at her door two days ago with swollen eyes, a suitcase, and a broken voice, she let me in without hesitation.The apartment smelled faintly of vanilla candles and instant noodles. It was small, a little cluttered, but safe. For now.Jessica was in the living room, legs tucked under her on the worn couch, eating cereal straight from the box like it was a perfectly normal dinner. She glanced up when I walked in, her expression shifting from relaxed to concerned