Once Upon a Night With My Stepdad

o her that she hadn't eaten anything last night. Immediately after he

of it, or perhaps it was just her imagining things. She got down from the bed and ambled out of her r

om this morning?” S

this morning.” The maid answered with

r anymore. Her mother was never around; she

penthouse when she resumed college, even though

five at the time, yet the memories still lay hazy, yet she fastened to her seat of remembrance. It was about s

e white piece of paper in his hand. As young as she was then, she knew what it meant

e estates to the companies, and all other thinkable assets were all willed

deprivation her mother had

left nothing for me after

ad been firm and conc

e would like to manage her company pending the time she

*

to her room. "Madam Scarlett,

in,” s

tray that had plates studded with oatmeal and waffle nachos. She se

y, serve it

did as told, and before she cou

an leave; I don’t think I’ll be ne

ain before she finally turned t

g or not working; they get their salary monthly any

r and rearranged the sheets. When she felt it was comfortable enough, she jumped on the bed and brought out her phone. The first th

Fa***ook, clicked send, and gasped when numerous

ontinued to scroll down; the lower she scrolled, the hotter the pictures became. She felt a surge of hormones internally. She dipped her hand beneath her skirt to

s monstrous efficient dick, his sensational bites, and suckers. She rolled over from side to side, desperately wanting to feel everyth

was his strong hands that were grabbing and touching her the same way they d

as still lost in ecstasy, moaning with

fuck are y

pulled the bedshe

he shouted back, try

d, but I got no answ

Adrian was gazing straight at Scarlett, while Scarlett, wh

while touching yourself?” Adri

e this was going on. She grabbed her phone and ski

my mom.” Scarlett finally

, and I’m very serious abo

g his gaze nor following u

ask if he was indeed pretending not to kn

spend your Sa

nd why would you w

d, fixing her gaze on him this tim

ds casually in t

urdays apart from drinking in a stupor with

nk.' Scarlett thought, clicking he

estion again, inwardly urging him to remember the experi

ve found another re

ad forgotten their short encounter

that she’s far older

do young girls; I prefer mature women,

ave refused to approach if he had been sober on that day? She thought and

me. How much is she giving you? Tell me. Y

you trying to say?” Adrian retur

ow how you’ll do it but just do it. I will give you wha

t?” Adrian inquired

ou know…someone as

lk towards her, then sat on the bed. Scarlett’s heart wanted to explode; this was the second time he was getting this close to her. He touched h

n he got up and said, “Give me a minute

tched him proceed to the

“Fuck it. This is st

him when the door creaked

pression. Then he started to spea

re inexperienced. I am getting married to your mom,

, he left

eart beating so fast as h

ay, and despite all she knew, she wa

wer.” She mumbled to herself stubbornly. She was det