Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 59

11: Tristan.

The elevator door opens directly into the suite, but I can't summon the willpower to stop kissing Lia and step off. I can't believe it—this is the first time I've kissed her with tongue. I didn't realize before that my hands were touching, our bodies rubbing, even our lips pressing. But we haven't kissed properly, wetly, until now. It's a practice for young people. Children. At least that's what I thought before.

Now, I'm not sure how I've survived a single day without her whimpering mouth opening up for mine, offering her tongue like a sacrifice. Our height difference puts her much lower than me, so her head is tipped back, her fingers winding in the front of my shirt. She's usually so smooth, so practiced in her flirting, but the kiss seems to undo her, as much as it's undoing me, and she can't remain balanced on her toes, stumbling sideways, trembling.

Until I pick her up again and she sighs, like a happy angel, wrapping her thighs around my waist.

And we go on kissing.

I flatten her to the wall of the elevator and our tongues fuck blatantly, my hips holding her in place so my hands can roam. There isn't a single place on her body I don't want to touch, my smooth, sexy girl. Her legs, the beautiful planes of her face, the curves of her sides and her horny little tits. Once I've thumbed her nipples into tight pebbles, I tunnel my fingers through her blonde hair and pull it, making her cry out, her pussy rubbing anxiously on my cock. She might have no idea what it's like to have sex, but she wants it all the same.

Wants it from Big Daddy.

Bad.

Finally, I manage to walk us off the elevator, striding to the back bedroom.

The man who thought about having Lia on that bed is not the same man who enters the bedroom now. We've only spent an hour together and I already feel..lighter. Better. Unburdened. And even though it was hell to delay the main event, I can't be sorry about the time we spent talking. I've always thought Lia was incredible, smart, sensitive. She's more, though.

She's magic.

All those things she said about finding me desirable...I truly don't know if she meant them or if my money goes, in part, toward her boosting my ego. At the moment, I don't give a fuck what is lie and what is truth. I'm too hard, too horny. If she's a liar, so be it. I'm grateful for whatever this perfect angel gives me. I'll accept it like a beggar.

There's a voice in the back of my head telling me that I do care if she's lying.

That I want her to be telling the truth. That it matters. A lot.

and throw her down on the bed, however, growling at the picture she makes in the T-shirt, thigh high tights and heels. Young. Fuck, she's so young. But when she gets up on her knees and

not be wearing any panties," I manage hoarsely, reaching out to finger the thin pink string adorning her hip, then running my touch down to the tiny soaked triangle that holds no mysteries. It molds to her cleft like a second skin and all I can think about is eating that

fingertips up her ribcage and cups her tits, squeezing her nipples into even tighter peaks. "Do you want me to wear panties,

Jesus.

the right in my dress pants, harder than a goddamn metal rod. I came on her without taking my pants off last time. This time, I'll be surprised if I make

one who

finally sinks in that I'm in charge. I'm

do any sinful

den-under my roof -when I'm not supposed to be looking." I'm all but ripping my buttons through their holes now, getting rid of my shirt and starting on the buckle of my pants. "Do

flush crawls up her

yank down my zipper, groaning over the added space for my dick to

act surprised. You knew what you were

around to face the panoramic window overlooking the city. Then she drops forward on all fours and slowly grinds her hips in

God almighty.

the little pink string caught between her cheeks. I've never seen anything so taut, round and delicious in

that run up to mid-thigh...they're

the black, see through nylon makes this assignation exactly what it was meant to be. An

my skin. Maybe I am ashamed, but nothing can stop me now. Not when she's shaking her backside for me, stiding her thighs open nice and wide, giving

cent

breathy sounds come out of her mouth as she does it, as if she could get off just like this, working her backside against Big Daddy's fat johnson. If I'm not careful, I'm going to come even earlier than expected—and nothing is going to keep my tongue out of her cunt. So before she can grind the semen out of me, I step sideways and get onto the bed, lying flat

do it

and her innocence shines through at my

a man's mouth between her thighs, that much is clear, and I'm fucking exultant over being her first. Possessiveness roars in my veins. No one else is ever going to lick her but me. Christ, I'd spend every last cent in my bank accounts to keep her for me and me alone, wouldn't I? Yes. Look

no idea

needs to