HazelWe wait in silence for the valet to pull the car up, and when he does, Xavier tips him and walks over to the driver’s side. He doesn’t open the door for me, or give me a smile, or even so much as flash a glare at the valet when he clearly runs his eyes over my body, checking me out.I’m still reeling from the moment in the restaurant.Xavier is jealous? Of Kye?But now it’s as if nothing’s happened, and the functioning part of my brain kicks in to remind me that there’s no way my stepfather was going to say something inappropriate to me, and I’m fucked up for even thinking and hoping so.Isn’t it more likely, I torment myself, that he meant ‘jealous’ about something else, and you misunderstood it and now he’s angry?We drive in uncomfortable silence for a while until Xavier finally speaks. His tone is casual, fatherly, like no weird moment has passed between us.“I hope you had a nice birthday, sweetheart,” he says.“The nicest, thank you.” My fingers reach up and clasp the diam
He doesn’t move, doesn’t pull back, and I part my lips slightly to take in a breath. That’s when I feel his hand come around my back, and the unthinkable happens.He kisses me back.Long, slow, and languorous, his mouth moves over mine until our lips part and I feel his tongue stroke into my mouth.It’s crazy. It’s unthinkable. And it’s so sweet, I couldn’t pull away if I wanted to. He moves slowly, kissing me tenderly, but there’s an urgency in the firmness of his hand against my back and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. My body roars to life, heat spreading over my skin and rushing down between my legs.With his other hand, he cups the back of my neck, threading fingers into my pinned up hair, and when I tilt my hips, intending to straddle his lap, he helps lift me. Melanie’s sheath dress rolls up my thighs as I place one on either side of Xavier, so that I can feel his crotch through the thin layer of my panties and my legs are fully exposed. I’m wearing the last pair
Xavier “hey, man.” comes Bob’s voice from the doorway to my office.I look up from my desk in surprise to see my partner Bob leaning in the doorway. I was so deep in thought I didn’t even notice him open the door.“Hey…” he says again, more gently this time. His expression changes to one of concern. “You all right, man? You have a late night or something?”Christ. I must look like shit.“Yeah,” I say half-heartedly. “Couldn’t sleep last night.”He nods, only partially concealing his concern. “That’s rough, man. You’ll have a good sleep tonight if you power through today.”“Yup,” I run my fingers through my hair, wondering how tired I really look. I don’t think I even looked in a mirror this morning.“Hey, uh, apparently Sarah needs the name of your plus-one?”“Huh?” For a moment I really have no idea what he’s talking about. All I can think about is how much I want him to leave.“For the wedding,” he prompts. “It’s next month, remember?”“Oh, right, of course.” I shake my head quickl
I screw my eyes tight, suppressing a scream, and when I open them I take a deep, calming breath.Don’t panic, I tell myself. They’re just dirty thoughts. You haven’t gone too far.Yet.What I did was bad, and wrong. There’s no justifying it. But it could’ve been worse. At least it didn’t go any further.Picking Hazel up from school is agony. We barely speak in the car. I’m all business—professional Dad. And I know it’s breaking her heart but I don’t know what to do about it. I can barely control my lust around her. It takes everything in my power to push the beast down.When we get home, Hazel heads up to her bedroom and I take chicken out of the fridge and marinate it before heading up to mine. She usually does her homework at the dining room table; I usually work in the den. But I guess we both need privacy from each other as we try to sort out what the fuck is happening.I open up my laptop and catch up on a few emails before undressing and running a hot shower. There are signs of
HazelFUCK.Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.I swing my bedroom closed behind and then lean my back against it—my breathing coming hard and my palms sweaty.Not me who just walked in on my stepfather in the shower.Not me who just saw…Oh my God.After a minute, I manage to push myself off the door and stumble over to my bed, where I sit down in a daze.I can’t get the mental image out of my mind. His dick in his hand, and……Oh my God.He was ejaculating. Holy fuck, he was ejaculating and seeing him in that abject sexual posture is the single most arousing thing I’ve ever seen in my life.I will never get this mental image out of my mind.I wouldn’t want to.Laying down on my bed, looking up at the rough, untreated wooden ceiling, an electric sexual heat is pulsing through me. My nipples, rubbing lightly against the fabric of my bra as they harden, are exquisitely sensitive. Heat is pooling down below. I want to have some release but I don’t know how, exactly. It’s never work
I sigh and let my hands flop over my head, knowing I should change my panties, which are so soaked they’re beginning to get cold, and wonder if I’ll ever hear Xavier knock on the door.In the past—before Saturday, when everything changed—Xavier was never one to sweep things under the rug, always believing that communication was the most important thing. But now that I’ve come on to him, now that I’ve seduced him, all bets are off, it seems.After a while, I get up and finish my homework, watch TV on my laptop, and text Christine for hours about nothing. Xavier never knocks on my door.Around midnight, the house deathly quiet, I creep downstairs and find a plate of chicken, rice and asparagus carefully wrapped up in the fridge for me.I feel abandoned by Xavier, and sad. But at least it’s better than the apartment, I think, digging into the chicken. At least here there’s food.#Xavier #Fuck my life.For the rest of the week, I’m unable to face Hazel. I’m paralyzed by what happened,
We sit out on his back terrace, enjoying the perfect, early June weather, and his wife, Cynthia, brings out a tray of cocktails and joins us for one round. Cynthia is a sweet woman, beautiful and accomplished, a loving mother to their daughter, Sarah, and son, Robert, but I feel a little sad for her, knowing how little Bob cares for her. She’s dressed smartly, in a blouse and skirt, and her martinis are as perfect as their beautifully-appointed house. Everywhere are signs of Cynthia trying, and Bob not trying at all.After the first drink, she excuses herself, clearing the glasses and bringing two more martinis out for Bob and I before politely disappearing into the house.“She’s lovely,” I say to Bob—purposefully goading him, I think. Or at least trying to put in a word in her favour.“Hmm?” He refocuses his eyes on me. “Cynthia? Oh yeah, she’s great.” He’s blasé and indifferent.We talk about work, and his daughter’s upcoming wedding, and the other Cynthia, the one from the office.
“I’m happy to hear that, Cynthia,” I say sincerely. “To be honest, I know I can never date someone from work. So what I said in the car…I did mean it. I’m glad you’ve found love.”She blows out a breath. “Oh, it’s hardly love. He’s much older than me. Not completely available. It’s just fun for now.” She says it in that same teasing, seductive voice she used in the restaurant. ‘Daddy’s gonna have his hands full.’ My heart beats nervously in response.“I wanted to ask you… Is that something you like? Older men?” I squeeze my eyes shut, cringing at my own words. I sound like a total perv.“Yes,” she answers, her voice low and coy, without a hint of mockery at my awkward question, and it emboldens me. “I thought you knew that.”I laugh lightly. “I did sort of guess.”“Is that what really freaked you out, Xavier? The Daddy talk in the car?”I swallow. “Maybe.” My voice comes out quieter than I expected. “I just…wasn’t sure if I was going to end up putting you in an uncomfortable position.
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- Everly I drop down onto him, letting every thick, throbbing inch of his cock plunge inside of me. I cry out when I feel him so deep inside, grinding into me as my legs clench around his waist. The gentle waves undulate around us, making us bob slightly with their motion. Jaxon slides me up his beautiful cock, teasing me with just the head inside, before he lets me sink right back down.His mouth drops to my neck, kissing and sucking and biting me softly as he starts to drive his big dick in and out of my quivering pussy. His mouth moves even lower, and when he uses his teeth to pull my bikini top away from one breast, exposing my pink, hardening nipple, I moan loudly.“Oh fuck, Jaxon,” I cling to him, letting the waves and his powerful arms bob me up and down every inch of him, feeling him grind deep inside. His mouth wraps around my nipple, his tongue teasing it and making me gasp as I hug him tightly and let the pleasure rolls through me.The setting sun catches sharply and glit
- EverlyWater teases over my feet, and I look up from my paperback to realize the tide has come in much more than I thought. I smile, letting the late afternoon sun warm my skin as it starts to set over the gorgeous big Pacific Ocean. My toes curl in the sand, and I breathe in the fresh air and sunshine.Suddenly, hands grab me from behind, and I shriek as my heart jumps into my throat before I hear that chuckle behind me“You dick!” I gasp, shaking my head at Jaxon — in just a perfectly fitting black bathing suit — as he plops down on the sand behind me. He grins that insanely gorgeous smile at me, sending a throb of heat into my core that takes my breath away. I try and slap at his chest for scaring me, but he just chuckles and wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight against him.“Someone lose track of time?”I nod. “Yeah. It’s a really good book.”“Learning anything good?”“Yeah, actually.”“Well, I hear the Kama Sutra is full of—”He laughs as I wriggle around and tackle him,
JaxonKen was still at the office, and I knew Catherine was at her usual “yoga” appointment, which just meant guzzling wine with her friends and getting trashed before two in the afternoon.Good. If either of them had been there, I’d have still gone through with the plan, but something told me it’d be easier for Everly if they weren’t. Plus, them not being here meant I could make her scream as loud as I wanted.She jumped into my arms the second we crossed the front door, and I groaned as my hands cupped her ass and lifted her into me. Her long legs wrapped tight around my waist, and our lips locked as I slammed the door shut and carried her up the stairs.We hurried into her bedroom, stumbling across the floor moaning into each other’s mouths before I tossed her on the bed. I grinned as I took a second to look around at her room — so pink and innocent, but so her. Pictures from magazines, and stupid celebrity crushes, and horoscopes tacked up everywhere. Posters from bands she loved,
He growled in frustration as I pulled away from him, but when I turned around and bent over his lap with my ass up in the air, his eyes burned fiercely. I took his hand, pulled a finger into my mouth and sucked it clean.“Fuck, Everly,” Jaxon groaned, his jaw grinding as he watched me be such a bad girl for him. I tugged his arm over, pushing his hand onto my back and pushing it further back, until he got the idea. His hand slid over my ass, grabbing it possessively as my fingers found his zipper.“You dirty fucking girl,” he groaned as I slipped my hand inside and curled it around his thickening cock. His own hand slid down over my ass, his fingers finding my pussy from behind like he had back in his office.“Says the man playing with his step-sister’s pussy,” I purred right back. Jaxon chuckled deeply, but when I pulled his cock free of his pants, he groaned.God he was so big. My jaw dropped seeing him again this close, stroking him slowly. I pumped my hand up and down his big cock
Yeah, we had to get out of there right the fuck then. I’d pushed it, fucking Everly across my desk with the damn office outside. If we stayed here, I couldn’t be sure things wouldn’t go past keeping it quiet. And besides that, when I took her again, I wanted soft sheets at her back, and pillows all around her. I’d fucked her hard and rough like she wanted me to, and how I damn well wanted to fuck her too.But the next time? The next time, I’d make her feel like the fucking princess she was.I ran my finger up over her slick, sticky pussy, making her gasp as she turned, her eyes wide as she grinned at me.“We need to go, now,” I growled.“Right now?” she whispered looking a little crestfallen. “I was hoping—”“If we do this again in here, I can’t promise the whole fucking office won’t hear you by the time I’m done with you.”She blushed bright red, but she still had that crestfallen look on her face. And slowly, I got it.“Everly,” I groaned, pulling her close and kissing her. “You thi
I growled, grabbing her hair and making her cry out as my teeth sank into her neck. My hand covered hers gripping my cock, stroking my shaft and letting the thick swollen head brush over her sticky wet lips.Everly moaned, rocking her hips toward me like she might coax me to slip inside. I mean fuck, she was so fucking wet I could have. I could have just grabbed her hips, lined up, and driven every fucking inch inside of her to the hilt. But I wasn’t going to hurt her. I wanted her, yes. And I sure as hell wanted to make her scream and fuck her exactly like she wanted me to.But I wasn’t going to hurt her.Not when I took the one thing she couldn’t give twice — the one thing that I knew made me the luckiest fucking man on earth to get to have.Instead, I eased against her lips, letting them kiss over my crown as I slipped just inside. She hissed, biting her lip, and I pushed even more inside, feeling the resistance there.“This will only hurt a second, love,” I whispered.I eased in,
JaxonMy blood ran like fire in my veins, every muscle in my body tensing as I dragged my tongue over her clit again and again. And when Everly came against my mouth, her tight, small body bucking against my lips as she squealed in pleasure, I swear I could have come right there.My cock ached for more of her, throbbing harder and thicker than it’d ever been as I felt her sweet sticky juices drip down my chin. She shuddered against me, her sweet pussy quivering against my lips.I’d just made Everly come on my tongue. My eighteen-year-old, untouched, off limits step-sister. Oh, I knew no other man had ever gotten to her. For one, because I’d been watching for it, and for two, I knew it just by the way she walked. I knew from the way her hips moved that she’d never had a man spreading these pretty thighs wide and giving her every inch of his cock.But I would.Her hands pulled me up, and when I kissed her, pressing hot against her body, she whimpered into my mouth. Her tongue teased ove
Like they had a mind of their own, my hands slid the rest of the way down my thighs. And when my fingers brushed over my slick, aching pussy, the cry tumbled from my lips. You’d have thought I’d have my eyes squeezed shut or something, but somehow, they stayed open — open and locked on Jaxon as my fingers teased over my slit.I ran two fingers through my wet, puffy lips, dragging the sticky wetness up. And when they rolled over my clit, I cried out, my body arching as the pleasure exploded through me.“Just like that, princess,” Jaxon groaned. His hand closed around the huge bulge in his pants, stroking his cock through them as he watched me. “Play with that clit, Everly. Play with that pretty pussy for me.”I whimpered, rubbing my fingers over my clit and panting as he watched me and stroked his cock through his pants. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing what I was doing, but I knew I never wanted to stop. I pushed my fingers lower, and when I slid one deep inside my slick, tight