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.

wait a few hours more to satisfy the hell you've created in my pants. But we're so close to

down on a long wooden table at the very back of the

to a dull roar, but it overtakes me now, making her pussy necessary for my survival. She squeals a little when I shove her knees apart and slide 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 she hasn't flashed it at me,

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

in my chest. Mine. My angel is clumsy because she doesn't know a man's mouth. Someday she will bat her eyelashes at

It's a fucking feast — tiny

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

clit to press down. Hard. Her legs jerk around my head.

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

she's told, my Georgina, and she's a thing of extraordinary beauty, her legs open like flower petals, the earth's finest cunt growing damp at the center. It needs a cock. Needs a cock so bad, I'm rocking the table with my thrusts and my head it starting to lose

her knees

elevate her ass off

stoop down to feast

licked her slow, orgasmed

on my dick,

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 tightness will be the death of me. It's going to take months of riding her before she's fully broken in. Able to take me any time and

am greedy

I find the roughness that signals her G — spot and I

Her muted screams grow louder, her fingers capturing my hair

heaves, then hollows. "I think...now, now,

pussy coating my lips and chin. Breathtaking. She's nothing short of a masterpiece. Príde

Pne

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

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

that would upset

with both hands, before

my lips getting all of her cum