Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

15: Gage.

She walks out of the bedroom and I see her immediately, because I've been staring at the door for twenty minutes, waiting. Waiting for her. Trying to breathe without her long enough to let her take a shower and put on some clothes. It's not going well. Every time she's not in my arms, every second I'm not consumed by her, all I can think of is losing her. How the lies I told to my teammates are going to come back to haunt me. It's only a matter of time.

After the championship tonight, I have to come clean. I have to clarify to each and every one of them that I'm not dating Stella for my image. I'm with her because she's my fucking life.

Now that I've spent the last two days giving her my cock, the sharpest parts of my jealousy are gone. She's mine. She's mine. I've made her say it a thousand times. And I know I'll spend the rest of my life strangled by possessiveness for her, but right now, in this moment, that ugly emotion is at rest. There's only the love and peace she blesses me with.

The lust is there, too.

Oh Christ, is it ever there.

Never goes away.

I've banged her in the shower, on the couch, on the floor, the kitchen table, in my bed and several times against the wall, but every time I come inside of her, I only get hungrier. I want her again, again, again. Even now, when we have five minutes before we have to leave for the field, I'm considering bending her over in that little jean skirt, tights and sandals. She'll welcome my cock eagerly, too, won't she? She's so goddamn horny, I find myself mounted in the middle of the night, her pussy dragging up and down my swelling cock, those little mewling noises wrecking my chest, hardening me to steel.

I push off the couch and advance on her, watching the black of her pupils bleed wide. "You wearing a skirt to my game?"

She nods. "And stockings."

"Stockings," I repeat, gripping my cock through my mesh shorts. "Those don't go all the way up to your pussy?"

"No." Her knees inch together. "Almost."

I back her into the wall, my composure already waning. "What does 'almost'

mean?"

Her answer doesn't come quickly enough, so I jerk the skirt up to her hips and...Jesus. My cock is at full attention now. She's got on these stockings that stop two inches from her panties, leaving smooth sections of her thighs naked, save the bite marks I left behind.

I drag a hand down my open mouth. "You think I'll be able to concentrate on the field with you in the stands dressed like a dick tease?"

"I'm wearing the stockings to stay warm."

"Go put on pants, please."

ripped the buttons off

there. I have got to take her shopping soon. I keep meaning to bring her to the mall to buy new underwear, new clothes and shoes, but despite my best intentions, she keeps ending up on her back beneath me,

for being a bad boyfriend, there is a knock at

here to drive me to the game. He's been doing it since my

strength, probably preparing to give me a B12 shot. The quarterback coach. School administrators who

want to win

love winning. I love the

nothing, nothing more important than the girl in

my head, I shout over my shoulder at

downstairs, ready to go. You ready to kick some

right." I pin my girlfriend with a look. "But I'm going to need

a drawn-out silence. "A

knots in my shorts. Jesus. No way

not safe, I don't

material of my shorts. And that innocent touch burns me alive. My hands move of their own volition, ripping the panties down to her ankles. She's barely managed to kick them away before I'm lifting her up, slamming her back into the wall, shoving down

hand over her mouth to muffle the scream, barely managing to keep my

tight, soaking wet perfection. "Take

growl in her ear. "Cover it in that sweet fucking come, then get on your knees and lick it

where that word

it feels right

she comes like

as I say it.

I lose my mind. I'm in a frenzy, pounding her seizing cunt into the wall, grinding on it with long, shuddering moans, reveling in the way her thighs tremble around me, the

I

whispers, tremulously, setting herself

air leaves me in a massive

final time, grip that perky ass and

to imagine her as my stepdaughter or something, I just want to

That's me.

through battle. I'm covering her face and hair in kisses, running my hands over every inch of her skin. I've

be enough

ring from last year and a gold chain one of the coaches gave me as a gift. Slipping the ring onto the chain, I fasten it around her neck where it will be easy to