Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

11: Gage.

"You kiss your man with tongue, Stella."

She makes a halting sound. "You're too tall. I can't reach."

That's when I realize she's straining in her kneeling position, head tipped all the way back, hands using my shoulders for leverage, just so our lips can meet. "Aw, you're a tiny little thing, aren't you?" I tickle her ribs, swoop down for a hard kiss, then drop down onto the blanket, rolling over onto my back, stacking my hands behind my head. "Does this make is easier for you?"

Every single minute I've spent running and lifting weights has been worth it, because she squirms, breathing hard, trying to look out at the ocean, instead of my torso, and failing. Her eyes return to me every single time. "Um...”

"Come give me my kiss with tongue," I say, sitting up only long enough to pull her down on top of me, arranging her thighs on either side of my hips and groaning, hands twisting in the blanket at the firm, warm press of her pussy.

"Didn't I earn it, Stella?"

"Yes," she whispers, leaning down, her blonde hair falling all around her.

And then fuck-finally-I've got her in nothing but panties on top of me, kissing my mouth, the innocent delves of her tongue making me crazy.

Pressing my luck, I trail my fingertips down her bare back and sink both greedy hands into her panties, getting a tight hold on that ass, making her breath stutter against mine.

"Gage..."

Before she can scold me for flouting the rules, I say, "Next question."

I can tell by looking into her glassy eyes that she can't remember a damn thing we were supposed to be studying. Her distraction might have something to do with my middle finger parting the crease of her ass, sneaking a few pets of her virgin asshole.

Her breath puffs out against my lips. "Who...who was Charlemagne?" "Charlemagne." My own thoughts are hazy of anything except for Stella, but I push through the dirty lust in order to land my next kiss. "Uh...also known as Charles the Great. King of Franks. United Western and Central Europe." "Yes," she exhales, face full of pleasure.

A groan slips out between my teeth. "Goddamn, I like you being proud of me."

"I am," she whispers, working her hips in a figure eight. "So proud."

"Stella," I pant. "Honey, don't stop."

"Where do you want your next kiss?"

I'm tempted to ask for another one on my mouth because I'm addicted to the taste of her. Her breath, her texture, her everything. But my balls have never been this heavy, this miserable. They're weighed down with seed for Stella. I'

m going to die if I don't let off some of this pressure. Reluctantly, I slide my hands out of her panties and away from that hot, little pucker. And I reach between us to unfasten my jeans. "Ask me another question, honey. I should have to answer more than one right to get a kiss on my cock."

"On...0-on your..."

comes down and I shout behind my teeth, the loss of that denim prison allowing it

between our bodies and seeing my dick for the first time. I barely catch her in time when she tries to scramble off of me. But my reflexes have been honed from a million

reassurance sounds more like a growl, because yeah, all that's keeping me from her cherry now is a pair of panties that I could rip off

supposed to be that

man is just blessed." I drop my mouth to her ear, kissing it, tracing the smooth shell with the tip of my tongue. "Trust me when I say that little cunt is going to welcome me like warm fucking butter.

She nods. No hesitation.

a trash compactor. "You've just

let my hips drop into the cradle of hers, and this time, her

can't think of a

the seam of her

Sighs. Moans. "Um...th-the capital

as if sensing

flutters. She's dazed. Gasping. "You're definitely going

about

"What would that entail?"

every single one, squirming on the blanket. "Hearing you say I'm the only one who'll ever make you come. The only man you'll ever open your legs for. Say it or I swear to God, I don't know what I'll do. Kill every man on this planet until I'm the only one left

cunt.

Her fingers slide into

my teeth still bared against her mound. My body is screaming at me to fuck her. "I'm just worried I'll take it a little too hard if I do it now. I'm not good...once I let

re mine."

biting her lip. Her cheeks are rosy. Jesus, she's so sexy and guileless. "I want to kiss it, Gage."

simply

see what happens to me, thanks to her utter perfection. She lies there like a virgin sacrifice, her mouth open in awe, eyes tracing the lines of my shaft. She's breathing hard, those plump little tits rising and falling fast-and when she licks her lips, there's no more waiting. I'm looming right above her neck, still kneeling, but I fall forward over her face now, catching myself with my left hand on the blanket above her head. I'm straddling her beautiful face and it's almost too much to bear without immediately beginning to spurt. Forcing my balls to hold on to their contents, I dip my hips, guiding my cock to her mouth, biting my lip so hard, I can taste blood. "Kiss it, honey. My perfect angel. Give me a kiss. Just a little one's all

that's not

her gorgeous lips to the crown of my dick, I let out a

her face. But I'm a greedy man when it comes to Stella, aren't I? I'm determined to claim all of her first times as fast as possible. To claim her. Totally and completely. So I can't help nudging

eyes on me, she opens her lips like the pearly gates and welcomes me inside. A sheen glazes the blue of her Stellaes almost immediately, because yeah, I'm a well-endowed motherfucker and she's small everywhere, all

throat.

it," I pant, sweat popping up on my forehead, my chest. "Pretend it's my tongue. What would you do

help me, my girl does what she's

the top third of my cock and treats it like my tongue, stroking it

me now. She's sucking me down to her throat like it's a sweltering hot day and my dick

"Fuck!"

her mouth. In her curious virgin

fucking legs are