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 in my

her down on a long wooden table at the very back of the library, just

a hand up between her tits, pushing her backwards on the table. And there it is, beckoning me from her flipped — up skirt, the part of her I dream about. Not a day has passed since I was hired by Georgina's father that

her skirt and slowly drag the wet

fingers are clumsy as she follows my instructions, and something squeezes in my chest. Mine. My angel is clumsy because she doesn't know a man's mouth. Someday she will bat her eyelashes at me and let her thighs fall open in our

cunt looks delicious. It's a

I've imagined it millions of times. She squirms beneath my scrutiny, but I hold her legs open when she attempts to shield herself from my view. "Now now, Georgina." My 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 play with." The closer I come to her juncture, the wetter she becomes, her smell growing sweeter until I'm groaning and humping the edge of the wooden table, like an uncontrollable beast. "What I've imagined doing with your pussy since before

reach her clit to press down. Hard. Her

is stealing the function of my senses. I don't know or care. Just need more. More and more and more of Georgina's gorgeous pussy. Somehow she's better than I dreamed. Better than the highest plane of heaven, surely. "Spread your thighs as far

cunt growing damp at the center. It needs a cock. Needs a cock

her knees over

her ass off

stoop down to feast

licked her slow, orgasmed her

on my dick,

speed with which I attack her sweet spot. My tongue whips it, side to side, until she's gasping, her heels digging into my back. And then I begin massaging the swollen nub lightly between my lips. When her thighs begin to tremble, I know her climax is on the horizon, so I give in to temptation and delve a middle finger inside her entrance. Fuck. Ah God, such feminine

am greedy for the

find the roughness that signals her G — spot and

while Georgina begins acting quite the opposite. Her muted screams grow louder, her

- God." Her belly heaves,

her constricting pussy coating my lips and chin. Breathtaking. She's nothing short

Pne

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 belly, she's going to be secure in the

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,

that would

her face with both hands, before dropping them. "Wow. You

lips getting all of her cum I can, sending