Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 52

4: Tristan.

Legs shaking, and teeth grinding hard, I stare at the crumpled pile of white lace on the counter.

No one has to know, Big Daddy. I can be your cute, little secret. Your guilty pleasure.

Fucking fantastic.

Lia has absolutely no idea how long I've been in torment, thinking about it. I've been counting the days until she finally leaves home for college, relief, and fear whirling inside my chest. With her gone, everything would truly be normal for once. I wouldn't have to come home every night, worried I might break underneath the tension she's placed me. Finally drag her perky, sweet arse upstairs to my bedroom, shut the door, and fuck the living daylights out of her until she loses her breath.

With each visit, each day came a new temptation. One that drives me further and further away from logical reasoning, pushing me towards the steep end.

The way she prattles into the kitchen each time, in various revealing outfits, her eyes gleaming with mischief, her hands getting more and more brave when they touch me. She's like a candy I can't have. The ultimate, alluring forbidden fruit. Twenty-five years my junior. My son's best friend. The daughter of our neighbor. And to put the fucking cherry on the cake, I've played the role of a second father to her all these years.

I had always seen her as my daughter. When did that change?

I run a hand through my hair as I try to recall. It's not coming easily to me — all a disturbing blur. Work does that to me. Makes me a bystander to everything going on in my personal life — a disinterested bystander at that. One day I looked up to find out that Lia's tits had swelled thrice the size of a medium-sized baseball, and she now had a mouth-watering arse that made my cock raise its head excitedly, bobbing it like a dog. My head spun at the quick changes, which she revels in displaying in my kitchen, to the detriment of my mental health.

She's a fucking flirt. And a good one at that.

I've always seen it in her. Something in her demeanor, but her new banging body makes that personality a dangerous weapon. She's aware of her potential; of the effect her appeal has on me.

the only man she goes this

myself this over and over again, with no

to me, like any other girl her age would, but in her case, it made me feel desirable. Reminding me that I still have a functioning dick and decades left to use it and bring forth twice a dozen babies if I wanted. There's no

surprising

could have her pick of

know, Big Daddy. I can be your cute, little secret. Think about

wheel. It's been over five days since she's said those words to me

tight pussy making squelching noises while I pump in and

we could keep it a

middle-aged creep who needs a barely legal girlfriend to feel youthful again. Lia deserves much better. She's got

so hard on the table, my phone almost falls face flat down on the

head. I've allowed myself to start thinking if she saw me differently from other men. If I was

You're disgusting.

Worse than pathetic.

a fucking look at

my health for wealth. I'm no more as good-looking as I used to be, ever since Eunice's death. What would I even

to the urge to smell my hand, roughly inhaling the lingering perfume of her pussy before forcefully turning my mind back to the work I was doing. I open my mail, ready to shoot off a reply to an important inquiry, when a subject line - about

SERVICE. YOU CAN'T AFFORD TO PASS UP THIS OPPORTUNITY.

did my filtering service pick it up? What could be the reason? I don't recognize the email address, but the name of the sender rings a suspicious bell; Princeton Bastille. That sounds like one of the rich, braggadocios boys from my