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.

the picture she makes in the T-shirt, thigh high tights and heels. Young. Fuck, she's so young. But when she gets

down to the tiny soaked triangle that holds no mysteries. It molds to her cleft like a second skin and all I can

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

Jesus.

a goddamn metal rod. I came on her without taking my pants off last time. This

the one who decides, she

in that I'm

sinful thing

in the 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 you know how many times you've sent me upstairs to fuck my hand,

crawls up her neck, her

groaning over the added space for my dick to

act surprised. You knew what you were

city. Then she drops forward on all fours and slowly grinds her hips in

God almighty.

caught between her

run up to

assignation exactly what it was meant to be.

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 me a view of the entire pink string and where it

Worth every cent I'll rain down

here naked ass up and down in my lap. tweaking it side to side. Anxious, 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

it on my

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

she has no idea how

needs to be