Jake.
I craved my stepmom in ways that scorched every rational thought from my brain.
Nineteen years old, and I knew it was wrong—every filthy inch of it.
My d**k throbbed with the knowledge, hardening at the mere whisper of her name.
Boundaries?
They shattered the second she walked through the door, Dad’s arm around her waist, introducing her as Julie—my new stepmother.
I was twice her junior in years, but age wasn’t the sin.
The sin was picturing her bent over the kitchen counter, my c**k slamming deep, her full lips wrapped around me, sucking until I painted her throat white.
Dad got to have her every night.
Call me jealous, call me f****d up, but the idea of him claiming those curves alone twisted something dark in my gut.
She wore those tight shirts that hugged her t
