Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex) novel Chapter 60

12: Tristan.

“Tristan. Oh Daddy! Oh, fuck!,” she whines, still undulating on my face.

I made this beautiful goddess come and it inflates me with male pride. Might be ugly, too old for her and oversized, but at the very least, I can give her an orgasm. That confidence has my body moving to flip Lia on her back. Staring down into her dazed blue eyes, I shove down my briefs and fist my aching cock, shoving it against her hole. “Let me in, little girl.”

“I'm yours, I’m yours,” she sobs, her hands twisting in the comforter on either side of her head, her thighs opening in welcome. “I want to make you feel good, too, Big Daddy.”

“Oh, you will. As often as I want, isn’t that right?” I wedge an inch inside of her and have to stop to get myself under control. Bare minimum, I need to get my whole dick inside of her before I come. Her extreme tightness could prove that a pipe dream, though.

Jesus.

Her innocence, the knowledge that I’m the first one to claim her, turns me into an animal. I’ve never been like this before. Dominating. Starved. But there is permission in her eyes, her body language. She wants everything I have to give. Maybe even needs it.

I wrap my hand around her throat and thrust another two inches deep, her pussy suctioning up around me. “Give me that fucking cherry,” I growl through my teeth, flattening her petite body and jerking her knees up to her shoulders. “This is where teasing gets you, baby. This is where looking like sex on legs gets you. Underneath a man your father’s age with a bloody little pussy. Let me deeper.”

She makes a mewling sound of struggle and wiggles her hips, allowing in some more—and I feel her virgin barrier stopping my tip from going any further. Tenderness catches me unexpectedly in the chest, bringing my mouth down to hers where I kiss her soothingly, with reassurance, even as I try to stuff my cock deeper. There’s no stopping it. No putting off what I've wanted from this girl for longer than I'll ever admit.

“Tristan,” she whimpers against my lips, her eyes bright, nervous.

“Baby,” I groan, preparing, sinking my tongue in and out of her sweet mouth.

“It'll be okay. I’m here. I've got you.”

She nods trustingly, wide eyes on her Big Daddy—and I ram forward, breaking through the obstacle of her virginity, her miracle pussy swallowing me whole.

My shoulder muffles her scream, her fingernails imbedding in my back. And I’ m not exaggerating. The pussy is a fucking miracle. It milks me from root to head, little muscles rippling, stroking my cock like a million tiny hands. It might be a decade since I had sex, but I know damn well she feels even better than she’s supposed to. A million miles beyond what I’ve experienced or could have imagined.

“My baby okay?” I manage, my spine already beginning to tighten, balls drawing up.

Shit. Goddammit. I'm not going to last one thrust.

“Yes,” she hiccups, kissing my neck, my shoulders and cheeks. “Big, big, big.”

Her praise makes me groan raggedly and I try to pull out halfway, so I can sink back into heaven and drain my cock, but I can barely move inside of her.

“Christ, Lia.”

“I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear.

“Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released...”

As she says the words, her pussy performs the actions until I’m panting into the space between us, shudders wracking my body. “FUCK,” I growl, sparks blinking in front of my vision. “You're going to get it now, little girl.”

AllI can do after that is assault her.