This is a collection of forbidden erotic stories: Book 1: My Best Friend's Brother Book 2: My Best Friend's Sister Book 3: My Best Friend's Father Book 4: Tempted by My Nanny Book 5: My Forbidden Stepdaddy Book 6: My Forbidden Stepbrother ••• "You think I haven’t tried to stop wanting you? That I haven’t tried to stay away?" He steps closer, eyes darkening as he runs a finger down my arm. "But every time you walk in, every time you look at me… all I can think about is how good it would feel to pin you against that wall and take what’s been mine since the first time I saw you." °°°° My job was simple—help my best friend, Elora, and keep my life as normal as possible. What I didn’t expect was to be drawn into her family’s dangerous world… or to fall for the one person I was supposed to avoid: her older brother, Camden. Camden Andretti is everything I should stay away from—intense, unpredictable, and fiercely protective. But when I witness something I shouldn’t have, he’s the only one who can keep me safe. The hardest part? Surviving each day with him by my side, forced to face this heat between us. I want him in ways I shouldn’t. Need him more than I ever thought possible. And one reckless choice may change everything. Now, I have to face the consequences of a forbidden desire—and survive a world I was never meant to be part of.
Lihat lebih banyak“Of course I do! She’s my daughter.” For a moment, I almost believe her. For a moment, I’m almost relieved to think that she might actually love Hazel after all.“But I’ve been going through a lot,” she continues, and the illusion shatters. Melanie doesn’t care about anybody but herself. “I’ve been going through a lot, but I’m doing the work, you know? I’m figuring a lot of stuff out. Stuff that I wish I could have figured out a long time ago, so that I never would have hurt you the way I did. I wish, I mean…I wish I could undo those things, Xavi I know I fucked up, and I’m sorry.”I don’t say anything. Months ago, I wanted to hear those exact words more than anything. Despite everything that had happened, shortly after Melanie left, all I wanted was for her to come back. I had delusional notions about how we could rescue our relationship, how the cheating would stop if I could just understand her better, if I could just love her harder.But eventually I realized that life without Mel
She grins broadly and stretches out her arms to me. “I’m back, baby!”“No.” I shake my head. “No. I filed for divorce. There’s no back. You’re in my house.”She tilts her head patiently, as if I’m being unreasonable. “Xavi, we’re not divorced yet. This is my house.”Damn this woman. It’s been two minutes and already I want to punch a hole in the wall.“Yes,” I bite out. “We’re not divorced because my lawyer couldn’t find you to serve the papers. You’ve been missing for two months. What the hell are you playing at?”She casts a meaningful look at Hazel lingering in the hallway and then says in a theatrical whisper, “Could we have a moment alone? To talk?”The last thing I want to do is succumb to any of her demands, but I would also prefer to spare Hazel hearing whatever it is her mother might have to say. My jaw gripping with tension, I nod towards the doorway to the basement stairs.“We can talk downstairs. Honey,” I turn to Hazel. “Your mom and I are going to have a quick chat in pr
Hi Xavi- can you call me at this number pls?I don’t know if this is still your # I assume it isI need to talk to uI’ll try your office # tooBest friends with Susie from your office now lol!! She’s greatBut call me if u get a chanceThe fact that she called my office and spoke to Susie makes me nervous. Susie’s my very chatty Admin Assistant. I wonder what information Melanie could be looking for that Susie might have given her.Dropping the phone back into my pocket, I realize I have no energy for making dinner.“Sweetie,” I call out to Hazel. “I’m going to order pizza for dinner.”“Yay!” she calls out from the dining room table, flashing me a bright smile.I open my own computer at the dining room table as we wait for the pizza to arrive, trying to hide my distracted thoughts behind the screen. I’m not sure if I should tell Hazel about the texts. Does she worry about her mother? Would she want to know that Mel reached out to me? Or would she wonder why Mel hadn’t reached out to
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bob eyeing Cynthia with a hungry gleam. There’s a taut, ready energy to him that I can just sense, as if he’s fixing to jump on her. She uncaps her bottle and watches us back with a half-smile.“Well,” I say, hoisting my mug. “Back at ‘er, I guess. See you both later.”Cynthia smiles at me, but Bob doesn’t take his eyes off her.***When I pull up to the school that afternoon, Hazel is waiting by herself on a bench near the curb. I’m pleased to see she’s alone—pleased especially that there’s no sign of Kye. Her hair is in the two neat braids I set it in this morning, and she’s the agonizing picture of innocence: white knee socks, black shoes, plaid skirt and white blouse. She’s the quintessential innocent schoolgirl. Her face lights up when she sees me, crystal blue eyes shining, and her uncomplicated joy, her pure love for me, makes me feel raw, tender, and sensitive.When she gets into the car, I lean over and kiss her cheek, inhaling the cotton ca
Xavier It’s Almost Seven A.m. when I wake up, the latest I’ve slept in since Melanie and I last went on vacation—whenever that was.The blinds aren’t drawn, and the sun is full in my face. Beside me, my flame-haired girl is curled up on her side, her butt against my crotch, and I’m already hard for her.I kiss her ear and wrap my arm around her to pull her in closer. She squirms against me like a kitten, making a small mewling sound as she wriggles herself in.Not for the first time, I fight back powerful thoughts about what it would be like to be inside of her, to fuck my little stepdaughter, and soon I’m grinding my full erection against her. She presses back harder against me, sleepy but willing, and with a great effort of will, I force myself to roll over and sit up.I’m in a permanent state of breathless need, but, for the first time in a long time, I realize, I’m happy. It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. As I head downstairs to make coffee, I catch myself
Her breathing is heavy, ragged with the effort of trying to breathe around my cock, and soon she makes a gagging noise, her breath sputtering as she struggles to regain control.“Good,” I cajole her. “Good girl. Keep working my dick like that. Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this for, Hazel. How long I’ve wanted to feed you my cock like this. You’re making me feel so good. Oh, sweetie, that’s so fucking good.”She makes a strangled sound, partially a noise of assent, partially a gag, and I look down at the impossible sight of my cock going in and out of my little girl’s mouth before looking back up at the mirror again. Hazel’s feet are curled under her, toes inward, and her ass is bobbing up and down above her heels, the frilly underpants on full display now, the little nightie covering nothing. I hold her head a little firmer, thrusting a little bit harder, and then look down at her again to see that she has her eyes closed.I want to see her looking up at me, see her
My hard shaft presses painfully against the fly of my pants, against Hazel. I want to unzip my pants and feel the wet readiness of her against me, let her squirm against the bare flesh of my cock before I slide it into her and take her right here, like this, on Daddy’s lap in front of the mirror.The ferocity of my desire shocks me. At the very edges of my consciousness is a cold, sobering awareness that I’ve gone too far; that I need to come back from the brink. But I push it back down.“Stand up,” I rasp. “And get down on your knees in front of me.”She does as she’s told and lowers herself to her knees, looking up at me with naughty innocence.She knows how to do this, I think, remembering her and Kye in the basement.“Now you’re going to do something for me.” I unbutton my pants, lowering them with my boxers, just enough to get my cock free, and then I grip my shaft with one hand. Hazel’s eyes are wide. Wonder…and fear, I think. I know I’m a big guy. I’ve seen this look on women’s
Xavier After Her Bath, Hazel teeters out of the bathroom to get dressed, flushed and dizzy as if she’s drunk on pleasure, while I drain the tub and gather up her discarded clothes on the floor. I take a moment to look at myself in the mirror and drag my hands through my hair. I’m rock fucking hard and I have no idea what to do with myself. I can’t keep jerking off in the bathroom…can I? How long can this go on for?When I step out of the bathroom into the bedroom, I’m in for a shock. Hazel is in front of the full-length mirror, admiring herself in a sheer babydoll slip.It’s Melanie’s bridal lingerie.She must have found it in my drawer. I keep it stashed away there with the panties I took away from Hazel—strange and emotionally-loaded mementos of my wife; of her daughter. Melanie only wore this particular item once, on our wedding night, but it evokes powerful memories for me. The incredibly loving, intense sex we had that night. The awe and wonder I felt at knowing that this woman
He holds out a hair elastic and I knot my hair on top of my head so it doesn’t get wet—I have too much of it to wash it every day, which he knows—and then I step into the bathtub and lower myself down.I’m hyper aware of Xavier’s eyes on my body, hyper aware of the fact that this is the first time he has seen me completely naked—at least since puberty—and the awareness of that, mixed with the hot intensity of his stare, is making a pulsing pleasure spread through my body. The warm, wet touch of the water between my legs is like a mouth, and the thought makes my nipples tingle as they contract into hard points. I know Xavier can see them. I’m sure my arousal is written all over my body, and I love knowing that he’s watching me.He kneels down beside the tub with the sponge in hand, dampening it in the water and adding soap, and then starts scrubbing soft circles on my back.He moves the sponge over my shoulders and across my chest, then ever so lightly down over my breasts. “You’ve gro
Chapter 1 [Kendall] “Thanks for inviting me,” I say, smiling at Elora as I nudge her with my shoulder. She laughs, lifting her champagne glass. “You needed a break, Kendall. It’s about time.” I wiggle my toes in the clear, saltwater pool and glance at her perfectly manicured feet. “Yeah, I don’t get out much.” Elora tilts her head knowingly. “Because you’re always at home taking care of your dad.” I nod, the usual heaviness settling in. “He’s not been the same since the heart attack. I’ve taken over most of the household stuff. Lucky he made enough money as a low-level guy before getting sick to take care of us. I owe him everything.” “You’re a good daughter,” she says sincerely before grinning again. “But today’s about mimosas and sunshine, so drink up.” I smile, taking another sip of my drink. Elora’s been my best friend since we were twelve, always dragging me into fun I didn’t know I needed. Sometimes I think she tries to live enough for both of us. When Marco Barone’s voi...
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