Step Secretary - Nikki Wild

STEP SECRETARY By

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STEP SECRETARY (Taboo Steamy Billionaire Romance) 19-year-old Anna Holsten can’t stand William, the billionaire man of the house, or his hypocrisy. Even though she has no interest in going to college and wants to be an entrepreneur like him, he insists that she has to enroll, or face the consequences. But Anna isn’t the type of girl who gives in so easily, and her rebellion gets her trip with her boyfriend canceled. Worse yet, she’s being forced to work at William’s company so he

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can show her how awful not having a degree is. For the foreseeable future, Anna will have to be the man of the house’s secretary. But she can’t control her rebellious streak for long, and William soon catches her being naughty under her desk. To get out of trouble, she’s going to have to let him take her hard and without protection, and maybe she’ll even get what she wants in the process.

WARNING: This story contains a naughty 19-year-old being fucked hard and without protection by her

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infuriatingly sexy BILLIONAIRE stepfather. Turn the page, and let me sweep you away into a world of dirty fantasy… - Nikki

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STEP SECRETARY I stared at my reflection in the fulllength mirror on the back of my door. The red pencil skirt hugging my narrow hips looked like it had been made especially for me, but I still sneered at it, loathing every inch of it and the short-sleeved, white button-down blouse I had tucked into its high waistband. I wasn’t an “executive assistant” kind of girl, but that was exactly the part I had to play today at my father’s company.

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Well, stepfather. He wasn’t my real dad. I reminded him of that fact more often than I had to, if only because I knew that it bothered him so much. Maybe it was cruel, but William just didn’t get me. As far as I could tell, he didn’t even try. His parenting techniques were all straight out of the books of the Eighties, where “force your kids to go to college” was at the top of the list mothers and fathers could pat themselves on the backs about. It didn’t matter to him that some people just weren’t interested in a degree, or that their real life’s passion wasn’t something that required a glorified piece of paper. From the time that William came into our lives, he

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made it excruciatingly clear that enrolling in a university was expected of me. When I graduated high school at eighteen, he’d chalked up my lack of followthrough in that department to needing some time off from the twelve years of school I’d just put in. But once I turned nineteen, he laid the pressure on thick. I’d eventually broke the news that I had no intention of going to college, and that I could pursue a career as an artist without the crippling loan debt or additional four years of academic agony. Not that I needed to take out any loans. William was a billionaire—literally. He owned his own company, which meant we

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had a very nice house in a very nice neighborhood with three very nice cars parked in the driveway, the kinds of cars usually reserved for movie stars and oil princes. There was absolutely no reason he couldn’t have paid for my tuition, if it had suited him. The problem was that it didn’t. He wanted me to learn to fend for myself, which seemed rather unfair, given that he’d probably never had to learn those lessons. He didn’t build his company, his grandfather did. “Tough love” was hard to swing when you were being a giant hypocrite about it. When I told him I wasn’t going to college, he’d gone quiet for a time, as though he genuinely didn’t understand what I was

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saying to him. His brows had knit together in a dark knot in the center of his forehead, and his dark eyes had suddenly lit with a fire as he began to catch on. He called my answer “unacceptable,” and I’d rolled my eyes, and we’d fought for two days straight about the condition of my future. That all led to today, where I was now about to start my first shirt as his personal assistant so that I could “better understand what fate awaited me” if I didn’t do as he said. I wasn’t going to make it easy on him, though. If he wanted to believe that I was an incompetent idiot, I’d play that part just fine.

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I grabbed my purse from the hook beside my mirror and threw my cell phone into it. My boyfriend, Derrick, was away for the week on a trip we were supposed to go on together, but my stepfather had seen to it that I stayed at home, instead. I hoped he and our friends were having fun without me in California. I also hoped that Derrick would find the time to text me today while I was at work. It would give me an excuse to ignore my responsibilities. I shouldered the purse and looked at myself once again in the full-length mirror, shaking my head. I’d never looked more corporate in my whole life. Parental mandate or not, I was disgusted with myself.

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Don’t let him get to you, I thought, wiggling my toes in my red slingback heels. This is exactly what he wants. Keep your head up and make his life a living hell. I smiled at my reflection. Raising hell was definitely something I could do, and it wasn’t corporate in any way, shape, or form. If anything was going to make me feel better, it would be ruining my stepfather’s day. The commute to my stepfather’s office didn’t take long. Although we lived in a very nice neighborhood offset from the rest of society, downtown wasn’t very far away, and neither was the enormous building he owned, Holsten Tower. It was a gargantuan skyscraper with a blinking red light at the

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end of its spire, one that was all but lost to the fog and cloud cover today. Great. On top of the fact that I was basically a slave to my stepfather’s whims, it was also going to look like shit outside. I wouldn’t even be able to enjoy the view. I parked in the garage and reported to security for my plastic name badge and keycard to my stepfather’s executive level. The guard there had made a big deal about it—“not many get the kind of pass you do, girl!”—but I was considerably less impressed. I got the feeling that pretty much everyone sucked up to my insufferable stepfather, either because he was unbelievably powerful or because he was unfairly handsome, but

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probably both. It wouldn’t have surprised me to hear that his last personal assistant had gotten the job strictly on the merits of lying on her back. But that wasn’t likely. In addition to every other ounce of perfection that slithered through his veins, William was, by all accounts, a man of integrity and honor. There was no juicy gossip to be had here. I’d have to make do with my sordid fantasies of catching him in the act and my mother divorcing him and getting half his fortune. When I entered the elevator, I didn’t see a number listed for his floor. There was, however, a keycard slot near the bottom, which I assumed was meant for people like

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me. I slipped mine in and the panel sucked it in, holding it in place as some digital process read the card and instructed the elevator to take me to the appropriate floor. That, at least, was interesting, and a phenomenal way of keeping out solicitors and other unwanted visitors. If they couldn’t even find your floor listed, they couldn’t “stumble in by mistake.” I was surprised when the doors opened. The elevator had moved so fast and silently that I hadn’t realized we’d ascended thirtythree floors already. Not only that, but my stepfather’s inner sanctum was positively pristine, more so than I’d even imagined.

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It was the very definition of immaculate. The marble floors almost glowed, and the cherry wood pedestal desk waiting for me at the far end of the room had been so vigorously shined that the glare almost hurt. There wasn’t a speck of dust to be found anywhere, not even on the antique chandelier glittering overhead. I was in awe, and I sincerely hoped that my stepfather didn’t think that part of my duties would involve keeping the lobby clean. I slowly walked over to the desk next to a set of double doors leading into his office. I opened the bottom drawer, inserted my purse, and sat on the tufted leather chair drawn up near the computer screen. I fussed

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with the mouse until it came to life, asking me for a password I didn’t yet have. I sighed, drumming my manicured nails on the desk and staring up at the clock on the wall. It was nearly eight. Where was William? While I waited, I dug into my purse and retrieved my phone, texting Derrick: Miss u. Txt later?? I didn’t receive a reply, but I hadn’t expected one. He was on California time right now, just like I would have been had my stepfather not decided to fuck up my life. Then I heard one of the double doors begin to open. I quickly put my phone away,

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only to see my stepfather walking toward me. Had he been here overnight? He certainly looked like it. He was ragged, his hair disheveled, his finelytailored suit wrinkled and his tie loose. He had heavy bags beneath his eyes, and when he focused his bleary eyes on me, they were so bloodshot it was a wonder he could see anything at all. “Good,” he mumbled, “you’re here. Did you get coffee yet?” I looked around the lobby. I didn’t see a coffee maker or an espresso machine anywhere.

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“And where would I do that?” I asked him. William narrowed his eyes at me. Then he sighed, rubbed them with his wrist, and nodded to the elevator. “Go down to the mid-level. There’s a Starbucks there.” I stared at him. “Seriously? You have a Starbucks in your building?!” “I do.” He grabbed a pen from my desk and scribbled a note onto the back of a business card. “Get me this. Make sure they do it right. I don’t want to have to send you back down there.”

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I took the note from him. “But the phone…” He waved a hand dismissively. “Cheri won’t route a call up here unless it’s important.” “Someone could still call,” I objected, but he just walked back into his office. “Then I guess you’d better hurry up,” he said over his shoulder. I shook my head. This day just kept getting worse. If this was what I could expect from working for my stepfather, then I had

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to find a way to get under his skin and force him to fire me—fast. After getting him the coffee he’d ordered, William still sent me back three separate times to “fix” it, even though it was exactly what he’d ordered. As if to cement my determination to get out of this arrangement, he provided me very little training, or even a schedule of what I was supposed to do and when. Clearly, he wanted to impress upon me that life as a regular “working stiff” was a living hell, but it was obvious to me that he was making it out to be a lot worse than it actually was. I tried a few different methods of intentional sabotage. When I finally got a call

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from Cheri, I deliberately told William it was my mother, prompting him to answer the phone with, “Hi, sweetie.” He was able to laugh that off as a joke with the client, but I could tell he was furious with me, which was what I’d wanted. Then I made an absolute mess of the filing system, ensuring that when William returned from lunch, he had no idea where anything was. I played dumb and acted like I’d thought I was doing him a favor, but it was clear he wasn’t buying it. By the time three o’clock rolled around, however, I was out of ideas. There really wasn’t much to being my stepfather’s secretary, which made it difficult to screw anything

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up. I decided to check my phone and see if Derrick had ever texted me back. I glanced at the double doors to William’s office. They were closed, and it sounded like he was on some kind of conference call. Perfect, I thought. Now’s my chance. I gleefully pulled my phone out of my purse in the drawer and scrolled through the three messages Derrick had sent me since I’d texted him this morning. Miss u 2, babe.Lonely here w/o u.? By myself today in the hotel room. I texted him back, frowning. Alone? U ok?

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Yes, he quickly replied. Just sprained my ankle hiking. No biggie.? I grinded my teeth. I hated being so far away from him. I should’ve been there. I should’ve been able to keep him from hurting myself. Derrick always took more chances, more risks when he wasn’t with me. If William hadn’t thrown a hissy fit… I pushed back my anger to comfort my boyfriend. I’m sorry. How can I make u feel better? His reply came as no shock to me. Well, u could always tell me what ur up to…

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That was code for “sexting.” William wanted me to concoct some sordid tale he could jack off to—that was always the goal. I smiled. It had been a while since we’d last fucked. I was dying for some attention, too. And since my stepfather was busy for the next hour or so, I had plenty of time to do one more naughty thing at work. I began texting him a reply, greatly exaggerating what I was actually doing. I told him what I was wearing in excruciating detail, though I shortened the hemline of my skirt considerably and left more than a few buttons undone on my blouse. I described it as “sheer,” too, which thrilled Derrick to no end. He loved my tits, especially when they

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were thinly-veiled. He liked the “mystery” of it, even though he’d seen them a million times before. I told him I was bored and lonely and worried about my poor, sweet boyfriend and his injured ankle. I thought maybe a blowjob would help and told him all about how I’d wrap my lips around his tip, giving him a hard, slow suck as I looked into his eyes and fluttered my lashes. That always drove him crazy, and today was no exception to the rule. I could tell he was getting excited, which meant he had his hand down his pants stroking that thick beer can of a cock I loved so much. I tried to tell myself that this was only

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for his benefit, but the truth was that I was getting horny, too. Really horny. My pussy was soaking wet, and I could feel my panties clinging to me beneath my skirt. It was getting uncomfortable, and every pulse of my heart brought a similar one to my aching clit. I glanced again at the doors. My stepfather was still busy on the phone. Could I really get away with touching myself at my desk? It was insane. But also hot. I couldn’t resist. I just had to. I kept texting Derrick with one hand while I hiked up my skirt with the other, sliding my chair far beneath my desk as I

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revealed my panties. They were drenching, hugging my shaven lips, and I peeled them to the side to expose the hungry, salivating flesh beneath. I pressed my fingers into my slit, lightly grazing them over my clit and gasping when I made contact with that little nub I loved to tease. It really had been a long time. One touch nearly put me over the edge right then and there. I began stroking it, parting my lips wide to tease and caress it. My body warmed immediately, my nipples jutting through the cups of my bra, stiffening as I thought of Derrick touching himself for me. I loved the way that cock looked in his hand, so big and meaty. I’d never seen one quite like it, until I

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met him, and it had spoiled me for all other cocks. Or at least, that was what I’d thought at the time. I bit my lip, half-closing my eyes as I imagined Derrick’s tip swelling, his shaft throbbing as he grew closer and closer to climax. He always came so much, spattering his load all over my tits and sometimes on my face as he snarled with pleasure. I loved the look he got on his face, that expression of restraint as he tried to hold back. But I knew just how to make him blow, even when he was trying so desperately not do.

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Lost in my fantasies, I only barely registered my stepfather opening the door to his office. I startled, throwing myself forward in the chair and nearly hurling my phone across the room. It was terribly conspicuous, and he immediately knew I’d been up to something. But I didn’t have time to adjust my position. My hand was still caught between my thighs. Heart racing, I stared into my stepfather’s suspicious eyes. “What are you doing?” he asked me. “N-nothing,” I replied. I swallowed hard, almost choking on that lie. I was in deep shit, and I had no way out.

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My stepfather began to walk around my side of the desk, and I desperately tried to figure out a way to free my hand without him noticing. But I couldn’t do all that and hike my skirt down at the same time. He was inches away from me, rounding the corner of my desk. I was screwed. My cheeks burned crimson as he stared at me, at my rumpled skirt, then at my hand beneath the desk. He narrowed his eyes. “Scoot your chair back.” I tried to sound innocent. “Daddy, I…” “Now.”

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I swallowed hard, reluctantly obeying the command. As I wheeled away from the desk, a little whimper escaped my throat. My hand was still under my skirt and soaking wet with my juices. My stepfather looked at me for a long time. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do. He just kept staring, like he hadn’t even decided yet. Then he licked his lips and said, “Lift up your hand.” My eyes widened. “Daddy, don’t…” But there was no moving him. I’d been caught red-handed, and he wanted to rub it in.

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I closed my eyes, pulling my hand out from between my legs. My fingers were coated in my silken desire, long strings of it running between them and along my knuckles. I felt like I was falling from a great height, my stomach plummeting to Earth as my pulse rushed in my ears. I couldn’t look at him. “Were you touching yourself… in my office?” he asked. I nodded, still refusing to open my eyes. “Y-yes.”

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I heard him pick up my phone. Oh, shit. “You were sexting your boyfriend while you were supposed to be working?” “You haven’t even told me what to do—” “Yes or no?” my stepfather said much more sternly than I had the will to rebuke. I could feel myself trembling. I wanted to put my hand down, but I was sure he’d yell at me. He had me at a disadvantage. I knew there was no saving myself. “Yes,” I said at last. “I’m… sorry.”

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“Let me see,” he said, and my heart skipped a beat. “Let me see what you did to yourself.” I opened my eyes, staring up at him. “You can’t… you can’t be serious…” “Do it,” he instructed me, but I just sat there, overwhelmed. The choice was obvious. I shouldn’t do it. It was wrong. It was… weird. But my feelings were a lot more complex than that. Through the shame, part of me was… excited about having been caught by my billionaire stepfather. There was a rush to it, one that drove even more lust between my

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thighs. Part of me wanted him to see what his precious little girl had been up to. Part of me wanted to show my stepfather my pretty cunt. That desire grew and grew until I couldn’t deny it any longer. I pulled my skirt up around my hips, my panties still to the side, and spread my legs to show my stepfather my wet, pink pussy. He stared at it, at all the juices running down along my lips, staining the insides of my thighs. I was breathing heavily, my breasts bouncing as I watched him watching me. I grazed my fingers over my slit under the guise of moving my panties away even further, but really, it was because I

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desperately needed to touch myself. My clit was throbbing so hard it almost hurt, and the only thing that would bring it relief was playing with it. I couldn’t do that in front of my stepfather, though. Could I? Then my gaze fell to the front of his pants. There was a huge bulge in them, straining the zipper of his slacks! He’d stuffed his hands into his pockets, but I was sure he was doing more than a little “adjusting” down there. As horny as I was, my stepdad was even hornier, and he was using me to get off.

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A sudden sense of power came over me. I kept my eyes trained on that bulge as I brought my fingers back to my slit and began rubbing softly. “I’m sure there’s… something I could do to get out of trouble, Daddy,” I murmured. The words felt foreign on my tongue, but also intoxicating. I was good at sexting, so why not dirty talk? It was the same principle, after all. My stepfather grunted quietly. He couldn’t look away from my show, not even if he’d wanted to—which he obviously didn’t, given how his dick lurched the second I started playing with myself. I smirked a little. So, the perfect guy has a dark side, after all…

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“Please, Daddy,” I begged him. “There has to be some way…?” My stepfather looked over his shoulder at the elevator doors. Then he moved closer to me, his hands on his belt. I watched with nervous anticipation as he began to unbuckle it, slowly letting it fall away from the front of his pants. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped them, revealing a dark thatch of wiry but perfectly tended hair that made me gasp. My stepfather went commando, it seemed. Then he really surprised me. He grabbed the base of his dick and pulled,

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freeing his fully erect and absolutely massive cock from its fabric prison. I gaped in awe. I had thought Derrick’s was big, but my stepfather’s put his to shame. My mouth started watering at the sight of its prominent veins, its purplish head, and the fatness of its shaft. Now I knew why my mother had married him. Everything was starting to make sense. He ran his hand over the length, and I shuddered visibly. “Open your mouth a little wider, princess,” he muttered. I moaned, another chill rolling through me as I did as I was told. I stared into his eyes as he inched closer and closer, his tip

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finally resting on my outstretched tongue, giving me my first taste of my stepfather’s cock. I closed my lips around it immediately, sucking long and hard as I moaned again, this time with my mouth full. William drew in a quick breath as I took him in deeper, laving him with my tongue, teasing all the spots I knew from my time with Derrick would have him melting in no time. I bobbed along his shaft, my lips slowly stretching to their limit as I made my way down to his thick, throbbing base. Then I buried my nose in his pubic hair, thrashing my head from side to side as I brazenly deepthroated my stepfather in his own office.

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William groaned, resting his hand on the back of my head as I worked him, coming up for air, only to pop him back into my mouth again. Every time he shivered and writhe felt like a victory to me, and soon I was drunk on power, slurping my stepdad like a whore as I drove him again and again into the back of my throat. “Fuck, princess,” he gritted, reaching down to play with his own balls. I moaned again, teasing my clit even harder in response. “That’s right. Suck it for Daddy. Suck Daddy’s big, fat cock.” I was too consumed with desire to even think about stopping. I’d always wanted to one-up my stepfather, and I’d finally learned

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his weakness. He liked young, forbidden pussy. That was something I could work with. I gazed up at him as I licked my lips and leaned back in my chair. “Put it in me, Daddy,” I offered, draping my calves over the arm rests to give him unfettered access to my dripping cunt. “Fuck your stepdaughter right here at her desk. Come on. I know you want to do it.” William hesitated for only a split second before taking advantage of my offer. But as he lined up his cock with my tight hole, I wondered how in the hell something that big was going to fit into something so small?

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I didn’t have to wonder long. William thrust inside me in one go, stretching out my cunt so far I was sure he’d split me in two. I wailed, unable to control myself as my stepfather filled me with his huge cock, my back arching against the seat as I clawed at the arm rests and squirmed uncontrollably. “Daddy…!” “Ohh, princess!” he whispered, watching his base disappear inside of me. “Oh, this pussy is so tight! You’re gonna have Daddy cumming real soon, honey.” There was a glint in his eye as he told me, “And Daddy doesn’t pull out.”

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I bit my lip hard. I wasn’t on the pill, but I doubted if that mattered to him. My stepfather wanted to fill my pussy up, and I knew there was nothing I could do to stop him—not that I wanted to. I held on for dear life as my stepfather pounded into me, stuffing me full of his dick until I was screaming for more. My body bounced with each of his forceful thrusts, and he had to hold onto the chair to keep me from drifting away as he plunged over and over into my cunt. He had the look of an animal about him, a wild creature that desperately needed to satiate some dark desire. I was his vessel, his toy, and that was the thought that sent me into an orgasm that ripped squeal after squeal from my throat.

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“Yes! Daddy, yes! I’m cumming, Daddy! You’re making your little girl cum!” “Fuck!” William roared, bucking his hips wildly as my walls clenched around him. I could feel my cunt milking him for that white hot cum, begging for the load he was only too eager to release. “Here comes Daddy, honey. Get ready. It’s gonna be a big one… oh!” He shoved himself inside of me as deeply as he could, then roared as he came, his dick spasming with each jet of cum that sprayed onto my walls. I whimpered and whined, trembling as I felt his seed pumping into me, gushing into all the space I had before it came trickling back out of my hole and

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onto the floor between us. Derrick always had huge loads, but they paled in comparison to my stepfather’s. I’d never felt so full in my entire life, and he still wasn’t done pouring into me. When he finally had nothing left to give, my stepfather held me in place, forcing me to fully take his seed. Not that I would have pulled away from him, anyway. I was secretly enjoying the sensation of his cum brimming inside of me, but eventually, he had to pull out. A cascade of cum came with him, staining the chair and my skirt. I closed my legs, letting them onto the floor as I looked up at my stepfather and grinned.

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“I take it this means I’m out of trouble?” I asked him. William looked down at me. His normally well-coiffed hair was a mess. He was breathing heavily, his face flushed with all the effort he’d just exerted fucking his stepdaughter. “For now,” he said, standing up straight and fixing his pants. “But if I catch you screwing up like that again,” he added, “you’ll have to be punished.” “Yes, Daddy,” I purred, watching as he returned to his office, standing just inside the door.

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“I’ve changed my mind about your education,” he said quietly, his words still carrying across the opulent room. “What do you think about working here on a permanent basis?” “I’m going to need a raise…” I said, smiling wickedly. “I think I can make that happen, if you’re up to the rigors this job requires.” What had started out as an exercise in boredom and rebellion had turned into a convenient arrangement. My stepfather wouldn’t want me telling my mother about what had happened between us. That meant

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he’d keep me well paid and plenty happy… More than that, I’d discovered a new way to keep myself satisfied, one that finally brought my stepfather and I closer together, just like my mother had always wanted. I waited until he closed the door, and picked up my cellphone from the edge of my desk where he had left it, tapping out a short message. It’s over. Don’t text me again, I’m blocking your number. Who needs a loser of a boyfriend when you’ve got a big cock billionaire at your beck and call?

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR I’m Nikki Wild, and I live in Southern California with my cat, my loving husband, and a genuine creeping fear of bad wine. I’ve been writing independently for three years now, and I’m in love with my readers every bit as much as I’m in love with my words! Every story I release brings me joy and pleasure, and knowing I’m able to spread a bit of that happiness to others makes every day of my life just a little bit better. Thank you for giving me the chance to live my dreams. Thank you for giving me the chance to be an author. I owe everything to you, dear reader, and I hope in repayment, I

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My Step, The Billionaire By

Nikki Wild Copyright 2014 Nikki Wild All Rights Reserved

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My Step, The Billionaire (Taboo Steamy Billionaire Romance) 19 year old Amber Harrell has finally escaped her stodgy life back home. Moving in with Jacob, her stepbrother, the future is looking up. He’s living off a fortune, billions of dollars from his late grandfather, and as soon as she sees his gorgeous penthouse, she realizes just how much she’s going to enjoy her newfound freedom… Of course, everything comes with a price. Reconnecting with Jacob means discovering his

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secrets. When his wandering eyes reveal that he wants the one thing he can NEVER have, the one thing that not even money can buy, will Amber give in to his dark fantasies? Will she let him take her virginity, hard, and without protection?

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STEP BILLIONAIRE “Thanks for taking me in on such short notice, big brother.” Jacob turned to smile at me. His hair caught in the dying light for a moment, and the sunset turned his golden locks coppery and made his jade eyes shine all the more brilliantly. I could see why he didn’t spend much time alone in this sweet penthouse of

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his. Even from an objective sibling standpoint, Jacob was stunningly gorgeous. “You’re welcome,” he said, hauling the last of my possessions out of my car and closing the hatch. “I just wish things didn’t have to be this way.” I nodded in agreement. That was something I’d been wishing for years, ever since Jacob’s mother had walked into my life. It was strange for us to be so close, given the circumstances. When my father had finally introduced me to Sarah, the woman he planned to marry, and her teenaged son, Jacob, I never imagined getting along with

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either of them. Sarah was cold, distant, and downright rude, and she made it perfectly clear that my father already having a child was a burden she would not quietly bear. Jacob, for his part, was calm in the face of his mother’s indiscretions, and I was sure both of them hated me. My father would hear none of it, though. He made excuses for Sarah that eventually multiplied into the thousands, assuring me in not so many words that in his eyes, she could do no wrong. He wasn’t exactly awful to me as a result—not directly—but he made it clear that she ran the show from now on. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so surprised. My father and I had lived a hard life,

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scraping by on whatever we could afford. Sarah on the other hand, she was heir to a billion dollar fortune. That gross chewing gum old people still like? Yeah, that’s the company Sarah’s grandpa left her when he died. Money meant power, and my father wasn’t going to let it slip away… If Sarah said I was being a brat, there was no chance for me to tell my side of the story. If Sarah accused me of making a mess or lying about something, I wouldn’t even have the opportunity to object. It didn’t matter how flimsy her evidence was. My father believed her, and in the process, he alienated me.

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I lost the man who had raised me since my own mother had died when I was six. It was a vicious blow, and one I don’t think I would have ever recovered from had it not been for Jacob. I hadn’t expected my new older brother—stepbrother, really—to come to my rescue. I hadn’t expected anything from him at all. For the first few years we lived together in his mother’s expensive home, Sarah made it clear he was her baby, her pride and joy, the one and only child she would ever love. I figured he would have reaped the benefits from that and ignored what it did to me, but to my surprise, Jacob began to protest right around the time he turned fifteen. The boy who had hardly said two words to me in

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years began to speak on my behalf, always to his mother’s horror, and soon he was inviting me to enjoy all the riches his mother had brought to the table. When Jacob got some fancy new gift, he asked me to come play with it. When Jacob got to go to some swanky party or sold-out concert, he brought me along at his side. When Jacob got to take his mother’s AmEx card to the mall, he insisted I come along so that he’d know what clothes to buy me. Those moments with Jacob were the only happy ones I had living in that house with his mother and my enabling father. When he moved out at eighteen, I was completely devastated, even though I understood

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his reasons. By that time, he’d pretty much burned his bridges with his mother. He needed a less toxic environment to spend his life in. Luckily for him, his grandfather had left him a sum of money to be paid out on his eighteenth birthday. He showed me the bank account once. I’d never seen so many zeroes in my life. Two and a half billion dollars! As a result, Jacob was now independently wealthy, which meant he hardly had to worry about finding a place to stay. Seven and finally Jacob had felt good,

years later, here I was, nineteen freeing myself of the same chains shrugged off years before me. It but also a little scary, mainly

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because I didn’t have the same kind of safety net that Jacob did. I wasn’t a billionaire. The other reason I had misgivings were because of my dad. I loved him more than anything in the world, but I couldn’t stick around with him the way things were. I knew he was afraid to be alone, but that didn’t mean I had to stay and let Sarah make me miserable. Besides, she hadn’t seemed too upset when I’d said I was leaving. “Come on,” Jacob said, interrupting my conflicting thoughts, “let’s go inside. I’ve got your room all ready for you. I hope you like it.”

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“I’m sure I will,” I assured him with a smile, looking up at the massive luxury apartment building my stepbrother called home. I was happy we didn’t have to walk up any stairs to get to our floor. Jacob had a penthouse near the very top, and the elevator ride was long enough as it was. We didn’t say much to one another at that point, but I knew he would want to talk soon. After all, we’d hardly spoken to each other since Jacob had moved out. Sarah had pretty much forbade it, dismissing Jacob as a “lost cause.” I wasn’t even allowed to say his name in her house.

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When the elevator doors finally opened, I found myself staring at what looked like, for all intents and purposes, an outdoor entryway. There were potted plants in the short hall leading up to a set of wooden double doors with a short awning over them, and the dim light gave it the illusion of sundown. “That’s… really cool,” I said, smiling giddily. I’d never seen such a setup. “I know. It’s part of what sold me on the place,” Jacob said, stepping out of the elevator and unlocking the door. “It really makes me feel like I’m the only tenant here, you know?”

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I nodded. I’d never lived in anything but houses before. Sometimes they were run down and small, but at least they were houses… I had no idea what it’d be like to have your neighbors on the other side of the wall from you, or to live without a backyard to run and play in. I couldn’t imagine that Jacob would have very much room in an apartment, either. To me, apartments always conjured images of cramped spaces with crappy fixtures and decades-old appliances. So when Jacob opened up the doors to his penthouse, I was in complete shock at what I saw on the other side.

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His apartment was even more spacious than his mother’s house had been. I gazed in awe at our surroundings, each blink of my eyes revealing splendors more intriguing than the last. This was nothing at all like an apartment, with its glimmering hardwood floors, patio complete with a Jacuzzi, and enough room for a whole family to live in. I couldn’t believe my eyes. “Jacob,” I breathed, “do you actually have the whole floor to yourself?” He chuckled. “I do. I wanted something that seemed like an actual house, but was close to downtown. And here I am, right in the heart of it, with this place.” He smiled at me. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you

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like, you know. It’s not like I’m running out of room here, or anything.” “I can see that!” I laughed, still marveling at the vastness of his home. “Holy shit. This was not what I was expecting.” “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he replied, grinning as he took my suitcase and began walking toward a hallway. “Come on. I’ll show you to your room.” I followed him, but couldn’t stop staring at how glamorous his penthouse was. When he’d moved, Sarah had told me he’d ended up in some pathetic apartment, as though he’d had to sacrifice the stability and expansiveness of a home by escaping her wrath.

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What I saw now confirmed for me that she was only bitter he’d turned on her, and that I was much better off living with him than I was under her rule. I practically skipped down the hall, grinning like an idiot as my stepbrother led me to my room. It was even bigger than the one I’d had back at home, although that had barely been larger than a closet. Sarah had seen to it that I got the space meant for a live-in maid. As old as the house was, it might have even been slave quarters at some point… It was her way of letting me know what the pecking order was. “Feel free to decorate it,” he told me, setting down my things on the queen-sized

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bed. “Seriously, I don’t mind. Anything you need, just let me know.” I nodded, trying not to beam too brightly, but I knew my happiness was written all over my face. “Thank you so much, Jacob. This means the world to me, but… I couldn’t possibly ask you to spend your money on decorations...” “It’s cool,” he answered, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug. “I remember what it was like. I want you to treat this place as your home now, Amber. I want you to feel like you can make it your own. Besides, I’ve been trying to spend my money for years but every time I check the account, it keeps

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getting bigger. Compound interest on top of the stocks Granddad left me…” Then he paused, looking down at me. His blue eyes were glazed with regret and concern. “I… I don’t think I ever apologized to you. You know, for my mom.” “You don’t have to do that,” I told him, and I meant it. Her sins were her own. I never held Jacob responsible for any of it, and I’d always hoped he knew that. But he shook his head at me and gave me a squeeze. “She’ll never do it on her own, and somebody has to say it. It makes sense for it to be me.”

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“Jacob…” I began again, but the look on his face silenced me. He was determined, and I knew once he put his mind to something, there was no stopping him. “I’m sorry for what she did to you,” he told me, rubbing my arms as he stared into my eyes. “Hell, sometimes, I’m sorry we ever even came into your lives. If we hadn’t, you and your father would probably have ended up a lot happier.” That stung a little. Sarah was awful, sure, but I never imagined life without Jacob in it. But then he smiled faintly and added: “I know it’s selfish of me, but even with all the

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hell she put you through, I’m still glad you’re my sister. I just wish we’d… met a different way.” My heart warmed, but I was still a little confused. What did that mean—a different way? And why did he look so sad when he said it? For the moment, I shrugged it off and squeezed his arms too, smiling as I felt the bulge of his biceps beneath his shirt. “I’m glad I’m your sister, too,” I told him. “I’ve never regretted that for one second. I swear. And if I hadn’t had you there all those years, I… I don’t know what I would have done,” I settled on at last.

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It was true. Sarah had made my life an absolute nightmare, and sometimes, I thought about taking the radical way out. But I could have never done that to Jacob. It would have destroyed him. He smiled and embraced me again, pressing me tight to his hard, broad chest. I closed my eyes, drinking in his scent. There was something about his touch, his smell that made me feel so safe, so at home—complete, even. No other man had ever made me feel that way. I was starting to wonder if one ever would. Eventually we parted, and Jacob ran a hand through his hair, laughing softly. “Well,

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I’m glad we’ve got that out. Wouldn’t want this to become too mushy, right?” “Right,” I said, smiling broadly. “Hey, you know what would be cool?” He raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?” “A movie night,” I said. “You know, like the ones we used to have back at the old house. When Sarah and Dad were gone, I used to sneak into your room, and we’d cuddle up under a blanket and watch shitty B-movies on that huge TV you had, remember?” “Of course I do,” Jacob said. “How could I forget?”

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I grinned. “And this time, we won’t have to sneak beers. We can drink as much as we please.” He laughed at that. “Thankfully, I have better taste than our parents did. I have wine.” That was fine by me. I preferred a glass of red, anyway. “Great. Let me get my stuff put away, and then we’ll put on a movie. Sound good?” “Sounds great, an escape from pretending to be a grown up,” Jacob said with a smile. “I’m happy you’re here, sis. I really am.”

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“Me too,” I replied. “And thank you, Jacob. Again.” “You’re welcome,” he said, then left me to sort out my belongings. I was overjoyed at the prospect of living with my brother, and even happier that he seemed just as pleased as I was. I couldn’t wait to get close to him again. I was so relieved that so far, it seemed like we were picking back up right where we’d left off. As I stowed my luggage, I remembered that Jacob and I had always had movie night in our pajamas. In the spirit of reliving old times, I opened up my suitcase and pulled

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out my short, kimono-style robe. It was black and partially sheer along the hem and the sleeves, but there was lining over the torso, so it wasn’t like it was inappropriate, or anything. It was also my favorite loungewear, and while it might have been a little risqué, Jacob and I were both adults. I had nothing he hadn’t seen before. The thought of my brother seeing something intimate of mine did bring redness to my cheeks, though. We were close, obviously, but he’d only ever really known me as a child, a teenager, his baby sister. What would he think if he had to see me as a woman?

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I debated over my clothing choice for a while. I probably could’ve thrown on an old t-shirt and some sweats, but the kimono robe was what I really wanted to wear. Fuck it. If this was going to be my house, too, then I needed to act like it. I stripped down to my panties and put on the robe, sighing as the soft fabric brushed my skin. I cinched the waistband tightly, noting how the robe exposed my legs, yet left most of my chest covered. It was still modest, in a way. At least, that was what I told myself. I took a moment to steal into the bathroom attached to my room and examined my appearance in the mirror. I had definitely grown up since Jacob last saw me, and filled

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out, too. My hair was longer, and a beautiful shade of red that had darkened with age. My eyes were brighter and bluer than he probably remembered, and my eyeliner only made them appear all the more obvious. I was a full C-cup now, with a tiny waist and womanly hips and legs that went on forever. Despite all the issues I’d had growing up, self-esteem wasn’t one of them. I knew I was beautiful. But would Jacob think that? And why did I care? He was my brother—well, my stepbrother, but it was all the same. Wasn’t it?

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I frowned at my reflection and brought my robe a little tighter around my body before heading out into the living room. Jacob was already sitting on the couch, scrolling through Netflix on an enormous home theatre system in search of the worst movie he could find. He wasn’t in his pajamas, which made me feel a little uneasy about what I’d chosen to wear. I decided to break the ice about it before he could say something. “I guess you forgot about the pajama aspect, huh?” I said, grinning nervously as I sat down beside him. Jacob stared at him, clearly trying to not let his gaze drop as I got comfortable on the

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cushion. For some reason, I liked that he had to restrain himself. “I… guess I did, yeah,” he said with a laugh that seemed a little too shrill. “Those aren’t exactly the pajamas I remember you wearing as a kid, though.” “I’d hope not!” I said, glancing at the bottle of wine and two glasses he’d set out for us on the coffee table. He’d already filled them both, and as I picked up mine, I inhaled the bouquet of sweet and savory ingredients. “You have way better taste than our parents.” “Somebody had to,” Jacob said, though even as I tipped back my glass, I could feel his eyes on me, sweeping over my every curve and settling on the parts of me that

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were inappropriate for a brother to be staring at. My nipples hardened as I felt his hot gaze on my breasts, and a shiver ran down my spine. I knew it was wrong, but it was so thrilling to have his attention like this. I turned to him and he abruptly dropped his gaze, picking the remote up to finally settle on some lame horror flick. I grabbed the throw off the back of the sofa and spread it across us, smiling as I curled up against his arm and sipped at my wine. Jacob began drinking too, and though things were quiet and a little awkward at first, he finally began making the kind of quips that always made me laugh. He was even wittier now than he’d been back at our

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parents’ house, and I felt like I couldn’t keep up with his riffing. He made me giggle until I nearly flushed wine through my nose. I was in stitches, and by the time things quieted between us again, my robe had fallen off my shoulders, revealing most of my chest. Jacob smiled at me. “Why don’t you sit here and I’ll rub your shoulders for you?” I raised an eyebrow at him. “In your lap?” “Well… sorta,” he said, scooting back on the couch. “Here, between my legs. You’ve been stressed, I’ll bet, and what with moving today, I’m sure you could use a good massage.”

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He was right. I could definitely have used some TLC. Illuminated only by the flickering glow of the wall sized screen, I crawled over to my stepbrother, tipsy enough to come off as clumsy, and sat down between his legs, leaning my back against his chest. I felt his hands lower to my shoulders, pushing the remainder of my robe away from them as he began to knead the tight cords of muscle extending from my neck. “Oh, God,” I murmured, letting my eyes flutter closed. “Jacob… that feels so good…” “I’m glad,” he said, his mouth near to my ear. “I put myself through a massage therapy school…”

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“The billionaire massage therapist?” I said, laughing. “Having all the money in the world doesn’t mean a thing if you don’t spend it to improve yourself. Besides, a man needs to be good with his hands…” I smiled at the warmth of his breath and cooed as he continued. “Just relax, Amber. I’ll take care of you now.” I did as I was told, practically melting into a puddle as Jacob worked my tired muscles. I had never realized how much tension I carried in my shoulders, and every move of his fingers reminded me just how much I had endured at the hands of our

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parents. But I was beyond that now, safe here with Jacob in his amazing penthouse, lying in my stepbrother’s arms while we binged on bad movies and made up for lost time. I was suddenly overwhelmed by how perfect it all was. I turned my head and kissed him on the cheek, his stubble coarse on my soft lips. “Thank you,” I said again, “for looking after me.” I opened my eyes just in time to catch where my big brother was looking. My robe had fallen open during his massage,

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completely revealing my naked breasts, and Jacob was staring right at them. My pink nipples were hard in the cold air, and even more so because of the way Jacob was still touching me, caressing me. He riddled my skin with goosebumps, and though I blushed when I realized what he was doing, I didn’t stop him. I didn’t want to. I liked the way my stepbrother was looking at me, and I didn’t want him to stop. Before either of us knew what we were doing, Jacob was kissing me, capturing my lips between his and moaning into my mouth. He sounded relieved, like he’d waited

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a lifetime to kiss me like this and steal the breath from my lungs. I gasped, but didn’t pull away. Something about it just felt so… right. As he wound his fingers through my hair, I moaned for him, turning to press against his chest. “Big brother…” Then I stopped, my cheeks turning even redder as I realized what I’d said. “Um…” I was worried he would stop, too. But Jacob only cupped my face in his hands, looking into my eyes as he traced my lower lip with his thumb.

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“Say it again,” he whispered. “Call me your big brother.” I felt a flood of desire between my legs and squirmed, whimpering as my robe fell down around my waist. Was he really turned on by me calling him that? The truth was that I was, too. It was dirty and wrong, and something our parents never would have abided. That just made me want to do it all the more. For once, I wanted to be the bad girl they made me out to be. “Kiss me, big brother,” I whispered, and Jacob obliged, kissing me again as he pulled me up into his lap.

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I straddled his hips, wrapped my arms around his neck, and slipped my tongue between his lips, gliding it along his own. I shivered at the realization that I was tasting my stepbrother, but it was so good that I couldn’t stop. I could feel his body pressing hard against mine, could feel the heat between his legs grow to match my own, and as I grinded against him, I heard him moan my name. “Amber…” I sank to my knees, opened up his pants, and dragged them down around his thighs until my stepbrother’s cock sprung out. It was hard and thick, bigger than anything I’d

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seen on a man before. He wasn’t a boy anymore… My stepbrother was a man. I didn’t even give myself time to stop and think about what I was doing. I looked up into Jacob’s eyes and leaned forward, pressing my breasts against his thighs as I took his dick into my mouth. He moaned again, and the sound filled me with lust, spurring me on to take more and more of his length between my lips. I laved my tongue along his tip, swirling and twirling, coaxing warm beads of precum to leak out. I closed my eyes. He tasted absolutely sinful.

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I understood now why Jacob looked at me the way he did, why he seemed so sad when he said he wished we’d have met some other way. He wanted me, not as a sister, but as a lover. But why couldn’t I be both? Jacob gripped my hair, pulling it away from my face as he began to thrust into my mouth, his gaze fixated on his long shaft slipping in and out of my full, wet lips. I relished each motion of his hips, lapping at him hungrily, trying to draw him deeper and deeper down my throat. Soon I felt him throbbing, his shaft swelling inside my mouth, and with a soft grunt he pulled away, only a thin thread of my saliva connecting us.

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“Come here,” he said, and I obeyed, returning to my big brother’s lap where I pushed aside my panties to sit down hard and fast on his aching cock. I threw my head back in bliss as he penetrated me, gasping and raking my nails along his biceps. He cradled me against him, pushing his girth past my tight hole and into the depths of my needy cunt. I knew he was in for a surprise. I’d had a boyfriend back at home, and we’d fooled around, but I’d never let anyone do this… I kept telling myself I was saving my virginity for the right man. I never thought it would be my stepbrother…

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“Amber… Oh God…” he whispered as his cock pressed up against my hymen. There was no denying it now. He knew I was giving him my innocence, and it brought a fire out in his eyes unlike anything I had ever seen. “Take me, big brother. Claim me…” He pulled my downward, his huge cock tearing through the thin barrier and stretching me beyond anything I could have imagined. When I finally made contact with his balls, he grabbed my hips tighter still, urging me to move, to take him again and again into my tight channel.

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“Be as loud as you want to, baby sister,” he told me, watching my tits bounce. “Mom and Dad can’t hear us now.” I moaned for him, realizing he was right—there was no reason to hold back my pleasure. I began to bounce, working myself up and down his meaty cock, letting it stretch me wide as I fucked my stepbrother for the first, but not the last time. Hints of pain mingled with incredible pleasure. I knew now that I could never give this up, that we were meant to be together in more ways than one. We just fit so perfectly, my tightness around his thick shaft. I’d never known ecstasy or happiness like I did with him.

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Some of my fondest memories were of my stepbrother, of his smile, his tenderness, his charm. And now he was below me, panting and squirming, caressing my tight, firm body as I used it to bring him the same warmth and comfort he’d always brought me. “Fuck, big brother,” I squealed, reaching down to rub the swollen bud between my thighs. “I can’t take it anymore. I’ve gotta cum…” Jacob growled, holding me steady as he fucked me from below, pistoning in and out of my cunt as I rubbed and stroked it. He got so much deeper inside of me than I could have imagined, and in only a few moments, I

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was cumming around him, bursting with the rapture he had brought me. I wailed his name, my walls clenching hard and rhythmically around his cock, milking him for that sweet cum I’d had only a taste of on my knees before. Jacob grunted in reply, bucking his hips with reckless abandon, his strangled sounds becoming even more strained as his dick filled with the seed I knew would soon come pouring into me. In an instant, I realized that I hadn’t given him a chance to wear a condom. He was going to cum inside me, and the thought of it drove me absolutely wild. “Yes, big brother!” I cried for him. “Cum in me. Cum in your little sister!”

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“Amber,” he snarled, burying his face in my neck. “Oh—fuck!” And then he too was bursting, spilling inside of me, his warm, wet lust spurting deep inside my cunt. I bounced a little for him, begging him for more, wanting to feel my brother fill me up to the very brim and come spilling out over my thighs. I wanted to drip with him. “Please,” I begged him, “don’t stop…” But he couldn’t keep cumming in me forever, and after a few moments of primal bliss, he finally settled, holding me against his body as his chest heaved. I buried my

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face in his hair, shivering as I thought of what we’d just done and where we might go from here. This was all happening so fast. I’d only just moved out of our parents’ home and into his after years of very little contact between us. Our relationship had been strange already, and now we’d only added another layer of complexity to it with our apparently mutual lust. What would Jacob say when he recovered? Would he hate me? Would he throw me out? I stiffened, worry flooding my veins. But then my stepbrother looked up at me, a

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heavy sigh passing his lips as he slowly, mischievously grinned. “Wow,” he said. “Just… wow.” Then he kissed me on my lips. It was just as passionate and breathtaking as our first had been. I melted into him, purring as he laid me on the couch and drew me against his half-naked body, allowing me to nestle into the hollow of his throat as he added: “I think I’m going to like having you live with me, sis.” I laughed, hiding my face in his chest as he lovingly stroked my hair. “I think I’m

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going to like it, too,” I told him. “As long as you keep doing this, that is.” Jacob tilted my chin up, forcing me to look up at him as he smirked. “I don’t think I can stop, even if I wanted to,” he told me, pressing his lips to mine once again. I smiled as I surrendered to his kiss, knowing that once and for all, I had finally found the place I could call home. Forever… Keep turning pages for a sneak preview of STEP BILLIONAIRE, Nikki Wild’s latest taboo story!

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Step Billionaire (TABOO Forbidden Household Erotic Romance) 21-year-old Kayla Taylor has been a bad girl. She’s rebelling against her stepfather, a young billionaire who thinks he can control Kayla’s future by forcing her to take over his company when he’s ready to retire. Kayla has no interest in business, but her passion for illustration isn’t one that can sustain her—not unless she has the funds to do so. But Carter, the man of the house, would never go for something like that. Not unless

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he was getting something really, really good out of the deal. So when Kayla learns he wants a baby, she knows it’s time to play her hand. Carter wants to fuck her sweet virgin body hard and without protection, and knowing the kind of freedom his money can provide her, she’s going to let him. And after feeling what his billion-dollar hands can do, who could blame her?

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STEP BILLIONAIRE “You can’t keep doing this!” Kayla rolled her eyes skyward as she staggered out of the metropolitan police station and toward her stepfather’s long black BMW. It was late—or early, depending on how you looked at it—in that strange twilight hour where the midnight blue turned almost green with the coming of the sun. Usually, Kayla would still be at some exclusive club

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flashing her black card and ordering the most expensive drinks on the menu, but tonight, things had gone a little more south than she’d intended them to. Specifically, she’d beat the shit out of some bitch talking shit across the VIP section. She’d smashed her champagne flute right over her head, and even worse, she hadn’t stopped once she saw the blood. Tired of those fuckin’ skanks, she thought, grabbing the wall to catch herself as she wobbled on her too-high heels. I needed to send a message… But perhaps that message needn’t have been written in the girl’s blood. Unlike all the

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other times Kayla had gotten into altercations at various public venues, the staff just couldn’t ignore this one, which had required an ambulance to ensure the girl she’d busted up didn’t have a concussion. That meant the police had shown up, too, and not long afterward, Kayla had found herself in the back of a cruiser and on her way to jail. Again. Thankfully, the officers had merely stowed her in the drunk tank, as usual, and called her stepfather, Carter Farthing. That name carried a lot of weight at the metro PD, and pretty much anywhere else Carter went, which also meant that Kayla rarely dealt with any punishment more severe than court

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mandated therapy sessions and a scolding from both her parents. She doubted she’d hear from her mother this time. She was off jetting around the world again, leaving Kayla in Carter’s care. That wasn’t terribly unusual, but at twentyone years old, it was beginning to get a little old. She had wanted to move out of her stepfather’s estate the day she’d turned eighteen, but that wasn’t something Carter would allow. He treated her like some precious commodity, like another one of his fancy cars or expensive tech toys. He wanted her around to show off. It was part of his image, his status as a billionaire. He was a “family

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man,” even if Kayla wasn’t technically “his” family. And without her stepfather’s money, it wasn’t as if she could just pack up and leave. Until she finished college and secured a career, Kayla was doomed to remain at home with Carter and her mother. That didn’t mean she had to be some goody-two-shoes, though, as tonight—and so many others—had proved. “Jesus,” her stepfather muttered, quickly pulling open the passenger’s side door to let Kayla collapse inside. She was still drunk. Her head was swimming, and balance had suddenly become a major issue. “Look at

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you. This is no way for a young woman to behave.” “What’s the matter, Daddy?” she sneered. “Are you afraid I’ll embarrass you?” Carter stared down at her, his lips pressed into a thin line as he looked her over. For a moment, his steely gaze caught on her skirt, and when Kayla looked down, she saw that it had hitched up around her upper thighs when she’d sat down. With her legs splayed, her sheer pink panties were completely visible. Why is he looking at me like that? she wondered as she pulled down the hem,

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watching Carter avert his gaze. It almost looks like he likes it… She banished the thought immediately, chalking it up to her inebriated state as she managed to swing her unusually heavy feet into the car. Carter shut the door, walked around to his side, and got in, scowling as he turned a key, the big powerful engine roaring to life. “Buckle up,” he told her sternly. Kayla once again rolled her eyes, but inevitably obeyed. She might have been reckless in many ways, but she certainly didn’t want to end up flying through the windshield should something go wrong.

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She snapped the seatbelt into place and leaned her seat back immediately, stretching out as best she could in her stepfather’s luxury sedan. “Your antics are costing me a small fortune, you know,” Carter muttered as he pulled into the limited traffic at this hour. “God only knows what I’ll have to do to convince this girl not to press charges.” “I’m sure it’s nothing you can’t handle,” Kayla replied, closing her eyes as the interior of the car began to spin. “Not unless the money’s dried up while I was waiting for you to show up.”

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It was Carter’s turn to roll his eyes. “Sorry I didn’t drop everything sooner to rush to your aid. I do have a life outside of cleaning up your messes, you know.” “Right, your second wife,” Kayla said, referring to the company her stepfather owned. “I’m sure she’ll understand.” Kayla didn’t know why her stepfather was acting so put out. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been awake, anyway. Part of being a billionaire was hard work, contrary to popular belief, and she knew Carter was up until the wee hours of the morning most nights. She could tell it was beginning to wear on him, too. The dark circles under his eyes easily betrayed that.

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She got the feeling there was more to it than that, however. Lately, her stepfather had seemed more aloof and stressed out than usual. While normally calm and collected, she’d been on the receiving end of a few uncharacteristic tantrums the past few weeks. She’d often wondered if it had something to do with her mom. Thankfully, her stepfather seemed too tired to devolve into theatrics right now. “I don’t know why you can’t understand how important it is not to tarnish your public image,” he said, gripping the leather steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. “When I eventually turn my company over to

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you, it will be imperative for your reputation to remain as unsullied as possible.” “What if I don’t want the company?” Kayla said, startling as her stepfather made a sudden stop at a traffic light. The red glow washed over his face, turning his stormy eyes a strange shade of maroon. “You don’t have much of a choice in the matter,” he told her. “I have no other heir to give it to.” “So make another one,” Kayla huffed, adjusting her seatbelt to get the strap off of her throat. “You’re still young… ish. It can’t possibly be that hard.”

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Carter chuckled ruefully, shaking his head as the light turned green. “You’d be surprised,” he murmured at a volume Kayla was sure he’d meant to be inaudible, and yet she’d heard every word of it. She frowned, looking over at her stepfather as he drove through the desolate streets. Every time they left the warm glow of a streetlamp, the shadows that passed over his face seemed to grow darker and darker. Is this why he’s been so distant? she wondered. Mom has been gone a lot, lately. And if they were trying for a baby… She shook her head, trying hard not to imagine her stepfather engaged in the throes of passion with her mother. But it was no

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use. Kayla couldn’t help but to envision Carter’s strong, hard body stripped down to his naked flesh, each powerful, coiled muscle rippling as he threw her mother onto his bed. A little shudder coursed through her. She’d never had those thoughts before—or at least, not in such detail—but she knew that overall, they were normal. It wasn’t all that odd that she should be curious about his physique. He was an objectively attractive man, after all, and closer to her age than he was her mother’s. Still, this had to be the liquor’s doing, and she did her best not to think on Carter’s body any further as he pulled into the driveway of his manor.

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“You could’ve just sent your driver,” she told him, fumbling with the door handle. “If coming to get me was such an imposition, I mean.” Carter sighed deeply and shook his head, unbuckling his seatbelt. “You’re still my daughter, Kayla,” he told her, and now she could really hear the weariness in his voice. “Family matters should be attended to on a personal level, don’t you think?” “Stepdaughter,” she reminded him, though she wasn’t sure if she was saying it for his benefit or her own. “But anyway… thanks. I guess.” She just couldn’t resist adding in that last bit. She didn’t want to

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seem like she was getting mushy all of a sudden. With her stepfather’s help, she stumbled into their home, her heels clacking noisily on the marble floor of the foyer. She kicked off her shoes as soon as she was able, sighing with relief as her arches relaxed. Then, knowing she could go no further, she shuffled into the sitting room and threw herself down on the long sofa near the fireplace, moaning in pain as the feeling returned to her feet. “You shouldn’t be wearing shoes like that,” her stepfather scolded. She’d expected him to retreat upstairs to his office or bedroom, but he surprised her by sitting down

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on the opposite end of the couch and pulling her to him by her ankles. “They aren’t good for you.” Kayla lifted her head and was just about to turn to look at him over her shoulder when Carter pressed both his thumbs into the pads of her right foot. She bit her lip and groaned, pressing her face into the plush cushion as he massaged her aching toes. “Men always say that,” she began, squirming under her stepfather’s unexpectedly pleasant touch, “but they don’t really believe it.” Carter arched a jet black brow. “I certainly do.”

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“Bullshit,” Kayla replied, carefully turning onto her back with a slow, gradual motion she hoped wouldn’t send her flying off the edge of the couch. “I’ve seen your secretary. She wears heels.” “That’s her choice,” Carter said, but Kayla shook her head. “No. It’s what you expect of her. And that’s the problem. Heels aren’t just considered ‘classy’ or ‘sexy.’ They’re also considered professional, which is why you have a bunch of execs in pencil skirts and pumps wincing with every step. They don’t perceive that they’ll be taken as seriously if they wear flats or more ‘sensible’ shoes.”

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Carter chuckled softly, now kneading into his stepdaughter’s tender arches. “That’s awfully insightful of you. I suppose you must be getting something out of college, after all. But, to make a point, I’m telling you now that I don’t expect you to do things that hurt or make you uncomfortable without any tangible benefit. Perhaps I should extend that same courtesy to my staff, as well.” “Maybe,” Kayla murmured, her voice muffled against the couch. She sighed softly, curling her toes as Carter began to massaging her heels, then her ankles. “God, Daddy. That feels good.”

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It felt so weird to call him that. She didn’t make a habit of it, but somehow, the title had spilled from her lips—most likely again the fault of all that liquor she’d drank down. Carter seemed uncomfortable with it, too, though she couldn’t tell exactly why that was. He shifted beneath her, clearing his throat as his strong fingers danced along her skin. “Good,” he said simply, though his tone seemed strained. She looked over at him, wondering how long it had been since he and her mother had been intimate. As much as she loved her mom, Kayla had to admit that she was a rather cold person. She was almost as much of a shark as

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Carter was. That should have brought them together, but it was easy to see that their similarity was tearing them apart. They both tended to prioritize their careers over all other aspects of their lives, which meant that having a baby wouldn’t be easy. Carter would expect her mother to quit or cut back during her pregnancy, and that was just something her mother wasn’t capable of. Kayla knew this all too well. She had firsthand experience with how her mother raised her. She didn’t recall her as nurturing, or even particularly attentive, though she had always managed to be there when Kayla needed her most. She supposed she couldn’t complain too much about her upbringing, although she had always secretly desired the

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type of mothers her friends had all had, something she made sure never to admit out loud, no matter how angry she sometimes got with her mom. She knew that kind of information would destroy her. No matter how guarded her mother seemed, Kayla knew that inside was a warm, beating heart, and the last thing she wanted to do was break it. Still, this all posed a problem for her and Carter. Carter was a younger man with a younger man’s wants and needs. She couldn’t imagine he’d hang on too long if they weren’t able to reconcile what they both wanted in life, especially if Carter really wanted a child. She knew he cared for her,

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but she also got the impression that he would like a chance to father his own flesh and blood. It must have been tearing him apart that things weren’t working out that way as of yet. Kayla let out a long sigh as she gazed up at her handsome stepfather, shaking her head. It’s not fair… “What’s not fair?” he asked with a frown. Kayla felt a scorching heat rise in her cheeks. Had she really just said that out loud?

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“I… uh…” she began, desperately searching for the right words to explain herself. Her head was fuzzy with drunkenness, and she found the task even more difficult to accomplish than usual. “I was just thinking… um…” Carter frowned at her, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “About what? We’re not really going to have this conversation about the company and your behavior again, are we?” “No,” Kayla said. “No, really. It’s nothing like that. I was thinking about something else.” “Well, don’t keep me in suspense,” Carter said, smiling faintly as he trailed his

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fingers over her bare calves. He looked so weary. “Tell me what’s on your mind.” Kayla hesitated just a moment more, but she knew it was no use. As tipsy as she was, she was practically a fountain of truth. The words came bubbling up past her lips as she sighed, powerless to stop them. “I feel bad that… that Mom doesn’t pay more attention to you,” she said slowly, trying to carefully choose her words despite the fog shrouding her brain. “I feel bad that she’s gone so much of the time, and that even when she’s here, it’s like she’s… not really here. You know?”

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Her stepfather nodded solemnly. “I know,” he said, “but it isn’t that simple. Your mother is as dedicated to her job as I am, and…” “But she doesn’t need to work, does she?” Kayla interrupted. “Not with you taking care of her.” Carter took a breath. “Well, that’s not the only reason she works, sweetheart. She has a… drive. A desire to do something more.” “What about your desires?” Kayla asked him. “Don’t they matter?”

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“Everyone has to look out for their own wants and needs,” Carter said, though from his tone, it was clear he didn’t entirely believe it. “You can’t rely on somebody else to fill that void for you. And your mother knows that. That’s part of the reason why she works. She finds it fulfilling.” “Yeah, well, I don’t want to be anything like her,” Kayla said, folding her arms. Carter smiled. “Oh, you could stand to learn a thing or two from your mother,” he told her. “If you were more like her, you’d get anything you wanted.” Kayla squinted at him, trying to discern his meaning. She got the feeling there was

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something more to what he’d said about being more like her mom, and the look on his face all but confirmed it. He averted his eyes, cleared his throat, and rested his hand on her knee, obviously embarrassed. “Well,” she said slowly, looking her stepfather up and down. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I could stand to learn a thing or two from her… if it gets me what I want.” He shifted again, wetting his lips and shooting a sideways glance at her. “And what do you want, Kayla? Obviously, you don’t want to run the business.” She sat up on her elbows, thinking. “I’m not sure, honestly. I’ve always been into

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art—illustration, in particular, but… you always told me that wasn’t a viable career option.” “Well, not if you aren’t independently wealthy,” Carter said, though his voice now held a certain tone, almost as if he’d intended on saying more, but hadn’t. Kayla caught on. Or at least, she thought she did. Carter was always encouraging her to take risks when it came to business dealings, and she was pretty sure that was exactly what this exchange with her stepfather was turning out to be. “But, we are wealthy…” Kayla began, but Carter just laughed softly.

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“Sweetheart, there’s a big difference between being wealthy, and being independently wealthy. I’m a slave to my own wealth, working to maintain the empire I’ve built, and one day you will be part of that machine. It is bigger than us. Tens of thousands of people depend on us to keep the balls in the air. One day I will pass you the reins to my company, and you will understand.” “What if there was an option. I mean, what if I was independently wealthy,” she said, “like, if there was another heir to take over the family business, then I could pretty much do whatever I wanted. Right?”

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“I suppose that’s true,” Carter said with a little shrug. He seemed like he was actively trying to seem noncommittal, like there was a great battle raging inside of him that he desperately didn’t want anyone to know about, especially his young stepdaughter. “If you weren’t running the company, you would have the time and the money to pursue your own dreams, but there is one obvious problem here. You’re an only child, and at this point, I’m pretty sure that’s not going to change...” There was a very awkward silence between them and Carter sized her up. Kayla had a feeling they were fighting much the same war, albeit for entirely different reasons.

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If I could give my stepfather a baby, I could be free, she thought, her heart beginning to pound. Free to do whatever I wanted to do. Free to be exactly who I want to be. But there was so much more to it than that. It wasn’t like she’d be helping him through an adoption or talking to her mother about the possibility of fertility treatments. She’d be taking her mother’s place, in a way—a way that was purely sexual and utterly deviant. The worst part was that she was actually considering it, and that in some sick way, it sort of turned her on.

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Here’s a little taste of “Cherry Pie”: I never meant to have sex with him…

I stood there, cum still dripping from my sopping wet pussy onto the cold tile bathroom floor. Tears filled my eyes as I stared into the mirror, my makeup ruined, my perfect hair tousled and mousy.

“Are you ok?”

The deep and silky soft voice drifted through the door. It was my neighbor… I’d known him my whole life and he’d been nothing but a good man to me. Mick was

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always helping our family out whenever he could… I’d gone and ruined everything. I couldn’t help it. My 22 year old hormones had taken over. He was so lonely; he’d given me so much…

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of Danielle. Nothing,” he said, strength behind his words that I had always found so beautifully sexy.

But there was something to be ashamed of. My hand dipped down to my pussy, a finger drawing a small amount of his seed from my delicate lips, carrying it upward and running it across my tongue. Tasting the mix of our sex sent a shiver down my spine. I

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turned, taking the broken condom from the counter and dropping it into the toilet, flushing away the evidence of the accident…

Was I going to tell him?

It wasn’t supposed to happen.

I was just supposed to be earning a little extra money. With high school finished and college looming in the fall, I’d taken on every odd job I could to try and pay for it. Nineteen years of my life had gone by with my father pulling his wallet out for everything, but he told me himself that all of that would soon be over. He paid for his education, and he made

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it clear I was going to pay for mine. “It builds character,” he said so matter-of-factly as I cried about the enormity of it all.

Maybe he was right. It didn’t take long for me to pile up a little savings. As long as I stayed home and didn’t spend too much, I’d have a few thousand dollars to help get me through my first year of college classes…

I’d confided in my neighbor about all of this, and he made me a generous offer. Mick was going to be out of town, and as long as I was willing to house-sit for him, he’d pay me a little bit of money for the trouble. It was easy money. All I had to do was feed his dog twice a day and make sure his plants were

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watered for a couple of weeks. The best part was, I could stay there the whole time he was gone. I’d been under my father’s roof so long I didn’t know what it would feel like to have that kind of freedom. Sure, I was only next door to the house I’d grown up in, but it was still pretty amazing.

The driveway was empty as I walked up to Mick’s place carrying a small bag of groceries. It would still be a few days until he returned and I’d run out of things to cook, but Mick had left me with a little cash to pay for food and incidentals. I stared up at the big house, its tall columns casting shadows on the front façade. I’d grown up in a beautiful little home, but it was nothing compared to

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this big old southern plantation. In less than two weeks I’d gotten very used to the opulent space and the beautiful old furniture. It would be weird leaving all of this for my old bedroom – or worse yet, a college dorm and ramen noodles.

But it was lonely…

Mick owned properties all over Georgia, and his company managed their rental and resale. He’d become a success, but his time away from home kept him single all these years. When I was still a child, Mick said he was too busy for a wife. Now that he had everything he could ever really need, I wondered if that would ever change.

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I opened the big wooden double doors and stepped inside, my footsteps echoing in the space as I made my way to the kitchen and shoved the grocery bags into the refrigerator. I’d get started on cooking later, for now, I had more important things to attend to. There was one nice thing about having a big house like this all to myself. That meant I’d have plenty of time and privacy… For my secret…

I found the small discs on the first day I was housesitting. I probably shouldn’t have been snooping around, but I really couldn’t help myself. They were minidiscs from an

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old video camera, hidden away in a box in Mick’s closet.

For almost as long as I could remember, curiosity always got the best of me… This was no exception. If I had known what kind of trouble it was going to get me into, maybe I never would have looked inside the box.

I pulled the box out, just as I had every day since Mick had left, retrieving the camera and plugging the little A/V cables into the huge flatscreen TV that dominated the wall in front of Mick’s big king bed. Almost giddy with excitement, I picked up the discs. There were dozens of them. Blowjobs, missionary, cowgirl, doggy style… My favorites

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though, they were near the bottom… I reached down, pulling one free, returning to the little camera and sliding it in before hitting the play button.

Laughter filled the room. Mick had an amazing surround sound system, something I was very grateful for as the camera steadied itself and pointed at the bed…

And there I was…

It was almost like looking into an impossible mirror, the woman walking into view with a thin vintage looking summer dress flowing around her. I’d grown into her

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curved and beautiful body. It was my mother, no older in this video than I was now…

The first time I’d seen this, I was shocked. My mother and father had gotten divorced so many years ago, and at the time, I didn’t really understand what happened. My Devlin was always too hurt to talk about it.

He followed… Mick’s muscular and youthful stride entering the frame as they came together, a long kiss before they broke apart, the laughter starting up again.

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They must have been having an affair, that much I knew from the videos. It happened years before my parents actually separated. Mother had run away with some hotshot attorney from California. A small piece of me wondered if she’d left two broken hearts in her wake.

“Is it recording?” my mother asked, my own mouth whispering the words right along with her.

“Yes…”

“What do we do now?”

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“You do everything I say,” Mick said, his voice getting less playful. “Now strip for me.”

I smiled, still standing in front of Mick’s big comfortable bed. I watched his eyes on the screen as I slowly pulled my shirt over my head, wiggling a bit as I reached around my back to release my bra.

“I love your breasts,” Mick whispered, his voice filling the room as I watched him, pulling my bra free from my heaving breasts. Mother had blessed me with a set of 36DD’s, and Mick was still just as much of a breast man as he was in these videos. I couldn’t count how many times I’d caught him staring over the years from across the yard, only to

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have him quickly look away and pretend he wasn’t. I wished he would look at me the way he was looking at me now. I watched his crystal blue eyes on the screen, wiggling my way out of my skirt, my panties following it.

Mick had always been my secret crush. Every girl has one. He was the guy I could never have, and growing up I’d spent more than one lonely night wondering what it might be like to kiss him… Or to feel his touch…

“Bend over the bed. On your stomach.”

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“Yes, Devlin…” my mother’s feminine voice whispered around me. It sent a shiver of pleasure up my spine. Almost every single one of these videos had some variation on this roleplay. Mick would have my mother calling him Devlin and pretending to be his naughty little girl.

“Yes, Devlin,” I whispered, leaning over the bed, spreading my legs wide just as my mother had so many years ago. I was facing away from the screen, but I could still see it, the images burned into my memory. Her fingers would slip beneath her tummy and between her legs, just like this… And her middle finger would slide up and down her

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wet slit, just like this… And she would play with her delicate clit, just like….

Ooooh…. It felt so good… My finger rubbed little wet circles around my clit, moans and cries escaping my lips.

“That’s right baby girl… Just like that…”

I kept touching myself, my finger plunging ever so slightly into my tight virgin tunnel, a gasp escaping my pouting mouth. The sounds that filled the room only heightened the experience. I could hear Mick on the video stroking his huge cock, the noise punctuated by a loud groan.

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“Does this turn you on?” I whispered, the words echoing around me as I played my part.

“Yes… It turns me on…”

“Oh Devlin…” I cried out, breaking script as I plunged my fingers in and out of my wet pussy, my mind exploding in pleasure with every little touch.

“Fuck me… Fuck me Devlin!” I shouted, ignoring the ongoing video and glad that this big old house was as solidly built as it was. I could let loose here and be as noisy as I

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wanted to. I knew soon Mick would be lining his big cock up with my mother’s pussy, sliding it in so slowly, every inch burying itself. I wanted it to be me. I wanted to feel his cock plunging deep. I wanted to beg for him to fill my tight little pussy…

“Fuck a baby into me,” the voice from the past cried. I could practically feel his cock driving into her, my whole body going wild. This was the part that turned me on the most. My father never wanted kids. Right after I was born, he had a vasectomy. Clearly, mom didn’t feel the same way. I had five half-brothers and sisters living in California now. Maybe that was one of the reasons she strayed.

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“Fuck a baby into me Devlin… Please…” I whispered, continuing my relentless attack on my clitoris. The world was spinning around me, every muscle taut and ready, an orgasm building and building toward release. The idea of a man putting a baby inside me was as exciting as it was taboo. I had a life ahead of me, with college and a career. There was a part of me that wanted something different… Everyone was always so pushy about me finding my own way in life, but was it really so bad that deep down, I wanted to be a wife? My dream wasn’t to sit in some office chair trying to climb the ladder. I wanted the minivan and the 2.5 children, dinnertime with my family and a loving husband.

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“Fuck me Devlin… FUCK ME!” I shouted, the sounds of his cock slamming home again and again driving shivers through my flesh.

“Danielle…”

The sound of his voice shattered my fantasy. I lay there frozen, my ass in the air, my legs spread and my face down in a pillow.

“My God Danielle… What are you doing?”

I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe. He wasn’t supposed to be home for days! He’d

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caught me in the act, he’d caught me doing the unforgivable, going through his things and watching his private videos…

And it turned me on.

My pussy was still screaming out, my orgasm so close. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, I couldn’t bring myself to say a word. The moans of pleasure and raw fucking filled the room as I did something so wrong that I could barely even believe it…

I slowly began to move my finger again…

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