Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

7: Aleksei.

The angel loves me.

This is unexpected news.

My plan was to prove myself a worthy husband and give Georgina the moon, if she so desired. Never in all my imaginings of our life together did I believe she could already love me...at the start. And not at the end, as I'd thought myself crazy to even hope for. As a young boy growing up in a cold home, with a single mother who toiled all hours to put meager helpings of food on the table, I learned that life does not dole out happiness often. Not this kind I'

m feeling now, with Georgina's arms wrapped around my neck.

Like many boys in my neighborhood, I was recruited at a young age by a local

if she so desired. Never in all my imaginings of our life together did I believe she could already love me...at the start. And not at the end, as I'd thought myself crazy to even hope for. As a young boy growing up in a cold home, with a single mother who toiled all hours to put meager helpings of food on the table, I learned that life does not dole out happiness often. Not this kind I'

m feeling now, with Georgina's arms wrapped around my neck.

Like many boys in my neighborhood, I was recruited at a young age by a local Mafiya to increase his ranks. Ranks that constantly depleted due to violence in the Russian streets. On my first assignment at age twelve, I was ambushed by enemies, spending a full week in a basement without food but staunchly refusing to divulge secrets about my boss. Instead, I escaped with valuable information about my boss's rival. And that loyalty earned me a top spot at the captain's right hand. From that day forth, I dispensed with enemies to keep my family from going hungry. A part of me never left that basement, though. A part that discovered what a heartless, cut — throat place the world can be.

Georgina has just brought that part of me back to life.

Nyet. That is wrong. She has been steadily reviving me since I laid eyes on her. But I never believed she could love me already. Not when I've only begun to show her the lengths I will go for her happiness.

"Where are you taking me?"

Her sweet, satisfied voice in my neck is like nectar from the gods. "Georgina, I've only begun to pleasure you." I can still feel her thighs spasming around my hips. Can still hear her whimpering my name, feel her cum drenching my pants. It's still there, molding the fly of my pants to my pulsing cock. The one that strains to get inside its mate but nonetheless will remain neglected a few more torturous hours. "Your pussy loves Uncle Aleksei's attention, da?"

"Da," she whispers, making me smile. "All the da."

"This is good, angel. It's had my attention for years." Flashes of white sundresses and cartwheels in the grass make my cock ache even worse.

needed. We must wait a few hours more to satisfy the hell you've created

at the very back of the library, just

from her flipped — up skirt, the part of her

can't swallow your adorable noises this time." I reach up under her skirt and slowly drag the wet little panties down her thighs. "Bunch the hem of your

mouth. Someday she will bat her eyelashes at me and let her thighs fall open in our

It's a fucking

tongue travels down the inside of her right thigh. "Don't you dare try and hide this cunt from your Uncle Aleksei. It's his to

her folds, stopping when I reach her clit to press down. Hard. Her legs jerk around my

of Georgina's gorgeous pussy. Somehow she's better than I dreamed. Better than the highest plane of heaven,

center. It needs a cock. Needs

her knees over

elevate her ass off

stoop down to

rightfully mine. I've licked her slow, orgasmed her at a

my dick,

thighs begin to tremble, I know her climax is on the horizon, so I give in to temptation and delve

greedy for

finger, I find the roughness that signals her G — spot

begins acting quite the opposite. Her muted screams grow

belly heaves,

over the moon, her back wrenching off the table, moisture from her constricting pussy coating my lips and chin. Breathtaking. She's nothing short of a masterpiece. Príde rips through my chest until I wonder if

Pne

undivided trust, she must look back on my five years in purgatory and remember I went through hell to remaina man of my word. When I put a ring on her finger and a baby in

her eyes staring blindly up at the ceiling. The animal inside me aches to lick more, draw never — ending pleasure from her body. But I won't chance more in a public place. If another set of eyes landed on my angel in this condition, I would have

that would upset

briefly covering her face with both hands,

lips getting all of her