Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

14: Stella.

"I want that, too." I go up on my elbows, kissing his mouth. "Come back to me,Gage."

It takes a few moments of kissing his lips before they begin to soften. And then he makes a broken sound, dropping his weight fully on top of me, kissing me frantically. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You just drive me fucking insane,

Stella. I'm obsessed with you. I'm out of my head."

"I'm sorry," I whimper as his teeth latch onto my ear, scrape down my neck. "I love you. I'm sorry."

After feasting beneath my ear, mashing his lips and teeth into the curve of my throat, neck, shoulder, he moves lower. Kissing down my body until he

reaches my skirt, working it up to my hips. His hot breaths bathe my inner thighs and I try not to squirm self-consciously as he looks his fill, nibbling at sensitive flesh, before parting my sex with a groaning lick.

"Oh. Honey. So goddamn wet for your man." He presses his face to me, rubbing it side to side. Reveling. "Good girl."

His voice is still incredibly strained, his fingers bruising on my thighs where he holds them open, but he's working to regain control. The effort is causing him

to shake, but he's trying. And oh...oh God, he's found that little nub with his tongue and he's teasing it with bats and kisses, laboring to breathe when he finally gives it a stiff lick that makes me cry out, my back arching in the bed of the truck.

"I'm going to finger you, honey. To let your body know I'm coming." We lock eyes over the writhing length of my body, his tongue flickering against my swelling bud and he slowly, slowly, pushes his middle finger inside of me.

Starbursts pop behind my eyes.

Something deep, deep in my belly wakes up and rejoices, clenches, asks for

more.

I don't know what's happening. I expected pain the first time something entered me, especially Gage's long, thick finger, but I'm not getting any. "M- more..." I croak.

With a rigid jaw, he adds his index finger, pressing both of them deep, but not too deep. It's obvious he's holding back, not wanting to go past the barrier of my virginity. I want him to, though. No, that's an understatement. Whereas a moment ago, I was scared of him hurting me, I'm suddenly desperate for him to fill me with his shaft. Completely.

But my body isn't

with his naked body, I'm stammering his name, clawing at his shoulders. I want him

my body, concern deeply etched into his forehead.

my head frantically. "N-not

tilts, his frown deepening.

inside of me w-would hurt or feel weird, but I like

and down. "My girlfriend is the holy grail of virgins. Is that it?" Without breaking eye contact, he wrenches up my shirt and tugs down the cups of my bra, exposing my hard nipples. And I whimper,

whisper. "I didn't know it would feel

"Like what?"

just been waiting for you

to my entrance and eases in the tip, gritting his teeth. “Be sure, Stella. Once that cherry juice is dripping off my balls, not even that sweet little voice calling me your hero is going to slow me

through me, my

demanding to be filled. I can't believe what's happening. Is it supposed to be like this? Have I been secretly depraved this whole

wetness through my folds unbearable without him. Without him taking me, experiencing me. "Hard, Gage.

bracing his right hand on the cab of the truck over my head. With a strangled roar, he punches his hips forward —and unleashes total euphoria inside of me. There's a gentle tear, one that we both acknowledge with a hard kiss, twin expressions of lust and wonder, but there's no pain. Instead, there's a voraciousness.

digging my heels into his buttocks. Scraping at his broad, strong back with my

in pain. "You're so fucking tiny and tight. Felt

I want it dirty,"

My plea unhinges him.

curse, he begins to rut me. Hard. My mouth falls open, sensations hitting me like blasts from a cannon. There's an awestruck whisper in the back of my head, telling me I was born to be intimate with this man. I wasn't experienced enough to realize it until now-but he knew, didn't he? That's why he's been so sick with lust. If I'd known how vital it is for us to be joined in this way, so completely, I would never have resisted. "Oh my goodness," I whimper, sinking my

mingling with the sounds of wet, pounding

voice scrapes in my ear.

working me so good. In and out of that tight-ass fuck hole, but

if I