Sinfully Yours Step Daddy
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"I'm 40 you're 21," he whispered softly, his lips grazing my nipple, hot breath sending shivers down my spine as his tongue flicked out, teasing the hardened peak. "I don't care!" I shot back amidst breathy moans, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, pressing his head deeper into my boobs, arching my back to feed him more. "I'm your mum's husband. I'm your stepdad, old enough to be your real dad," he murmured again, his right hand tracing, torturous path down my trembling stomach, dipping between my thighs to brush against my soaked panties. "I said I don't care!!!" I growled, grabbing his wrist and forcing his fingers faster. "Fuck the age, fuck the rules, make me yours!" ______ Adrian Blackwood, the hottest, most dangerously sexy beast I've ever laid eyes on turns out to be my stepfather. You heard that right, my mum's husband! The man who could make me wet with just a single stare, with his towering muscles, tattooed arms, and those piercing gray eyes that strip me bare. One ride in his SUV and I want a real ride. I'm just 21 in college, but he's 40, old enough to be my dad? Who the hell cares! As long as he pins me down, and wrecks me with pleasure that leaves me begging, I'll sin with him every damn night. Taboo? Bring it on. ‘Sinfully Yours, Step Daddy!’ is a boundary smashing blaze you can't read in public or alone (unless you're ready to touch yourself nonstop). Dive into Ava with Stepdad, professor, step dad's bestfriend, the sugar doctor, Ava's unapologetic slut era, craving daddies. Walk in horny, walk out dripping satisfied. Grab it now, your panties or boxers won't survive! Steamy age gap taboo romance packed with dominance that'll have you screaming for more.

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My Step Dad Is Hot

~Ava

I didn’t think the day could get any worse.

The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzed overhead, mocking me as I stood outside Professor Harlan’s office clutching a folder that held my failure.

Advanced Calculus? A big, fat F staring back at me. The only one course I managed to carelessly fail.

My grades. My disappointment. My heart. All neatly stapled together on white paper that suddenly looked like my death sentence.

At 18, I was supposed to be conquering college, not crumbling under it. My dreams of transferring to a top engineering program? Shattered. I needed extra credit, a miracle, anything

When I finally got in, he barely looked up. “Ava, I’m busy right now,” he said, pen scratching across his desk. “Come by next week and we’ll discuss it.”

"Please spare me a few minutes, it's about my grade in Calculus. I... I failed. Can we talk about retaking or extra work?" My voice cracked, betraying the lump in my throat.

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