Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 50

Chapter 50

2: Lia.

"Lia..." he swallows hard, looking anywhere else but my face. I detect the stern warning in his tone, but I pay it no mind. "W-What are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing, hm?" I hum, grunting as I successfully take his tie off, then bat my lashes as I trail the silk down between my breasts, finally, finally getting his eyes there. I feel the heat emanating off him, a muscle jumping in his cheek when I arch my back a little. "I'm just having fun, Daddy," I whisper seductively, dropping the tie and flattening my palm, riding it up the front of his perfumed, well-pressed suit. "You work so hard. You should burn steam sometimes. It'll be good for your health...make you less grumpy." To God, I'm not lying. At all.

Tristan spends six out of the seven days of the week working his arse off.

The last day, Sunday, he spends it with Eric — and it's for a few hours only.

Afterwards, he locks himself in his private office for the rest of the day, while Eric is left with no option than to invite me over for a sleepover.

I'm truly worried about his stress level. I'm worried that when, eventually, he's ready to lay back and have fun it'll be too late then. It's not an excuse for me to get closer, promise.

constant in my life since he moved in right next to

friend - one I'm so thankful for, and I care about the

falls to my hand on his chest. "And your hands...they shouldn't—" He trails off with a groan when I pop the first button open, the sight of his bare, muscled chest making heat pool in between my legs. "Oops," I say, blinking innocently. "Bet you feel

though I'm sure you'll look twice hotter wearing a T-shirt instead.” “You should stop this at once. Why

his head, You know what? Forget about whatever I just said. I shouldn't have asked you that. What you choose to wear doesn't concern me." I can hardly think straight. This is...this

buttons his shirt back and folds his big

tongue out as I hop onto the counter, dragging my arse backwards, excited beyond words when Tristan's eyes follow the movement of my bouncing breasts, his throat bobbing, working in an awkward

so he can catch a glimpse at least of my white-laced thong. "Eric is probably engrossed in his video games and wouldn't need me there to distract him. Besides, I'm having way more fun with you here." I lean back on my hands and proceed to shift my right knee side

is madness." We both look down at the same time, at his bulging crotch,

such a

doesn't mean...fuck..." He drags a palm down his face and shoves my legs together with lukewarm determination, his touch blowing up my circuits, shooting electricity through my body. haven't been with a woman ever since Sherry died. It's

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