Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 63

15: Lia.

I try to close my thighs, but he holds them open, pulling my skirt higher until it'

s almost exposing my panties. "H-how?"

His breath saws in and out against my ear. "Just play with it a little. You can do that for Daddy, can't you?" His middle finger presses to my entrance through the barrier of my emerald-green underwear. "And I'll play with this sweet little treasure."

He gently shifts me to his left thigh, so he can unzip his pants, his erection pushing out, thick and ready, though still trapped inside his black briefs. "I don't know how, Big Daddy."

Quickly, he uses the wrist of his sleeve to swipe at the sweat forming on his upper lip. "Stroke it like you would pet a kitten." Without waiting, he snags my hand and guides it to his arousal, grunting a curse when my touch finds him, testing him curiously. "Don't you want to see what happens when you pet it long enough, baby?"

I gasp excitedly, my palm beginning to rake up and down his steel shaft.

"What happens?" The pads of Tristan's fingers find my clitoris and I whimper, squirming on his thigh as if confused by the sensation coursing through me.

"What's h-happening to me?"

His mouth is open on my neck, his fingers delving down the front of my panties, parting my wet folds and rubbing, rubbing on that sensitive spot.

"When we feel good between our legs, we come, little girl. We release. It's the best feeling you can have and do you know what it tastes like when Daddy comes from his cock?"

"What?" I ask, wide-eyed, squirming through his touch.

"It tastes like candy."

I suck in a breath, my legs literally trembling with excitement, my core clenching tighter and tighter with every knowing stroke of his fingers.

"Candy?" I slide my hand into his briefs, fisting his bare erection. Pumping my fist up and down the length. "Can I taste some?"

"Only if you're a good girl," he says roughly. "Only if you suck as hard as you can and swallow the candy down. All of it."

"I will, Big Daddy. I promise," I say solemnly, sliding off his desk to the space between his splayed thighs. This isn't the first time I've taken Tristan into my mouth, but I pretend it is. I examine his swollen inches with youthful apprehension, kissing the trunk cautiously, before closing my mouth over the bulbous head and swirling my tongue around it, experimentally.

"Oh, fuck yes, baby," he growls, twining his fingers in my hair. "Suck the candy out."

Flashing him a look that says I'm excited for candy, I pull a significant portion of him into my mouth, fisting the enormous base to hold him steady, stroking upward with a twisting wrist. His huge balls fall through the V of his pants and I take a moment to suck the left one into my mouth, tonguing it lovingly, like he instructed me to do the first time, my hand still riding up and down his sex, now lubricated by my saliva. I lick over to his right ball and give it the same reverent treatment, glorying in the way his thick thighs jolt, his hips shifting anxiously.

"It's going to taste so good." He tugs down my chin, his lower body rolling forward, teeth clenched. "Just try and fit a little more—"

"What?" I ask, wide-eyed, squirming through his touch.

"It tastes like candy."

I suck in a breath, my legs literally trembling with excitement, my core clenching tighter and tighter with every knowing stroke of his fingers.

bare erection. Pumping my fist up and down the length.

"Only if you suck as hard as you can

Daddy. I promise," I say solemnly, sliding off his desk to the space between his splayed thighs. This isn't the first time I've taken Tristan into my mouth, but I pretend it is. I examine his swollen inches with youthful apprehension, kissing

growls, twining his fingers in my hair. "Suck the

says I'm excited for candy, I pull a significant portion of him into my mouth, fisting the enormous base to hold him steady, stroking upward with a twisting wrist. His huge balls fall through the V of his pants and I take a moment to suck the left one into my

tugs down my chin, his lower body rolling forward, teeth clenched. "Just try and fit a little

low buzz goes off in the room. "Mr. Hemsworth.

erection from my mouth with a shaking hand, shoving it back into his pants. "Goddammit. What

"I-I don't know..."

nowhere in here to hide and he'll see you if you leave, Lia. You have to

Hide.

There's no choice.

can't help what the clandestine nature of our trysts does to my body. Our dynamic, our secrecy, makes me undeniably hot. But

like he wants to say something. But there's no time. He barely manages to get his pants zipped when the office

jocular. "It's

me my father has taken a seat in front of the desk. Literally a foot away from the back of

Just incredible." He clears his throat hard, a sign that he's lying-l know it well. "I took a meeting down the street and I thought, hey, why not stop by and set

father, he's not lying. I can see it in his eyes when

stutters in

the verge of professing his affection for me. Instead, I'm hiding under a desk and finding out that he has

nothing about. Am I so insignificant to

really is all

shut my mouth and take what he gives me.

it.

Screw that.

his briefs, so his swollen manhood bobs free immediately, still fock hard from my mouth's treatment. He gives

my head down into

he releases me, breathing

right over there, man?" asks my

Tristan responds unevenly. "Just some heartburn

laughs. "I know

Monday afternoon work better

down his pulsing length, scraping my teeth over his sensitized tip, before letting him invade my throat. He once again holds me there, in place, longer this time, his big belly shuddering, his balls hauling

heaves, swallowing. "Let me

mouse and buys him some time as he looks at the screen without really seeing it, his manhood disappearing in and out of my mouth, faster and faster, his free hand tugging me, tugging me, my hands twisting up and down the thick pole, the color of it deepening with every suck. "Monday works." Tristan abandons the mouse, reaches across the

I won't keep

seconds. Ten seconds, eleven. I swallow, squeezing him with the walls of my throat. And Tristan spews. He rifles his hips forward and fucks my mouth once,

of that heartburn. Sounds like a nasty

up from the chair, his footsteps carrying him across the room.

me to my feet. Picks me up and drops me down on the

with me, maybe even end our relationship for being so