Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 68

20: Tristan.

Five Years Later

Every year, on the anniversary of our impromptu wedding, me and Lia renew our vows. It's always the biggest party of the year-and it's happening tonight.

If you told me a decade ago that I'd be the kind of man who looks forward to parties, I wouldn't have believed you. But I have this bright, bubbly little wife that turns everything magical. Which is why, although I'm supposed to wait until tonight to see the venue she's decorating for the party, I simply can't wait that long. I want her in front of me now.

A doorman holds open the entrance door of the forty-story building where the party is being held. With a bouquet of roses in my hand, I take the elevator up to the top floor, my dick already hard as nails. God. Five years later and my obsession with Lia's pussy has only swelled. I'm horny and territorial and fascinated with every delicious inch of it. Just thinking about how wet she gets when I eat her out had me cutting a meeting short this afternoon to come here, surprise her at the venue.

Since marrying the love of my life, she's become...my world. There's no other way to put it. She travels with me, I discuss business decisions with her, we spend our weekends wrapped up in one another and our four-year-old son, Bink. I didn't know this level of happiness existed and I thank my maker for it every day. I can't wait to renew my vows to her tonight. I love watching her blue eyes tear up every three hundred and sixty-five days, the feel of her mouth on mine afterward. Love hearing her say in front of everyone we know that she's mine.

Now that her days aren't spent attending classes, I have a lot more access to her and it's fucking glorious. I knew she needed some independence—and an

education-but sending her off to the university campus every morning never failed to make me jealous. Knowing she'd be around boys her own age led to me pulling her out of class on a regular basis, fucking her on the desk of whichever administrator I'd paid off that day.

Over and over again, she would tell me I'm the only man she's ever been attracted to, the only man she'll ever love, until I started to believe it. Hard not to believe her when she's just as insatiable in bed as I am. When every time she looks at me, her heart is right there in her eyes. But hell if I didn't love her being pregnant with my child while attending college. I made sure to take out a full-page in the Times when we married, so everyone would know who she belonged to. Who got her pregnant and who planned to keep her—always.

Impatiently, I watch the numbers go up on the elevator screen. Halfway there. I want my wife.

Our son woke up early this morning and she took him out for breakfast. And I love how she cares for our boy. I spend as much time with him as I can, too—

I'm already signed up to coach little league—but his early morning wake-up call meant I didn't get to bang my incredibly hot wife and I've been suffering for it all day.

Finally, the doors to the elevator slide open to reveal the open-air ballroom.

Hired staff hustle in every direction, moving tables into place and stringing lights. There are cherry blossoms everywhere. Artificial and real. Candles.

Light, airy curtains being carried into the space on a summer breeze. It's all beautiful, of course. She does an astonishing job every year.

But I want her in my arms. I've gone hours without her and the strain is getting to

me.

My heart skitters when she dances into view, holding a clipboard. There's a huge smile on her face as she talks to a pair of female caterers, pointing out items on her list. She's dressed for yoga in a flowery sports bra and black high-waisted pants that separate her high butt cheeks and my cock wants to weep over the sight. She must have known I was coming and wanted to tease me. She knows damn well that watching her do yoga turns me into an animal.

about

as they start to notice me, alerting Lia to the fact that something is up. She twists around and sees me, pure joy blooming across her face and I almost drop the roses in my hand, I'm so overcome with love and appreciation for her. What would

I'm never going to

her toes. Opening her mouth beneath mine and exploring me with her tongue, as usual not giving a flying fuck about who is watching. Our public displays of indecency are well documented by the press, because we can't help

best, baby," I

same weight I always was-and she loves every pound—but I'm

the bouquet of roses against

of my tie, emotion swirling in her eyes. "Happy anniversary for making me the happiest girl in the

suck in a breath. "You know what you're

gaze is nothing but innocent. "What do

little girl voice," I rasp, giving in to the temptation to knead her backside, the hell with whoever is watching. "I'm

that tone that drives me wild. "Well, it's a good thing you got here just

guides me through the busy ball room by the tie to a back room. It's medium-sized, potentially a room used to store coats during a party. But right now, it's empty,

her push me down into the seat,

might have had a feeling." Circling me, she drags her index along my

I'm panting just knowing what's coming. "I'm remembering the first night I had you in my bed. In our home.

love that," she whispers in

stand in front of me again, she's

little

pants, my erection growing at

me."

just a little yoga," she says flirtatiously, turning to face away from me and dropping into downward facing dog, that pink string stretching over her asshole, the material already damp, no doubt from teasing me. Tongue wetting my lips, I start to beat off, no way to control myself. Especially when she extends one of her legs, lifting it, spreading the lips of her pussy, giving me

next time I found her doing it she was naked and I barely managed to get my cock inside of her before blowing. There is something about the stretching of her limber body, the almost raunchy exposing of the

sliding back to meet my hip. She performs the same action with her other leg, then perches her knees on the edge of the recliner. The position is what dreams are made of. Her butt is just above my jerking hand and she drops down, giving me a few circles of her hips, stopping right when I begin to moan-and then she

I would have fallen

my soul mate-end

lying if I said there weren't certain perks that come with being married to a girl fresh out of college. For instance, her generation has a thing called twerking. And she does it for me now, popping her hips and shaking that tight, juicy ass right in front of me, arching her back so I can watch her pussy move, too, watch the juices roll down ter flesh and drip into my lap. I have to clamp my teeth together to keep from bellowing my male satisfaction at what she's doing, the erotic tempo of her jiggling cheeks almost too much to bear.

outlet.

"Papa?"

to form words, my gaze riveted on the rosebud of her

up and down my

little girl voice. Sweating, my breath sawing in and out,