Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex) novel Chapter 94

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.

“Only my eyes have been able to touch what I needed. We must wait a few hours more to satisfy the hell you've created in my pants. But we're so close to completing my vow, I can't resist a taste.”

I set her down on a long wooden table at the very back of the library, just as she murmurs, “Taste?”

I've barely managed to subdue my starvation for her cunt 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, making my mouth water. Whether it was covered in jeans or barely concealed in panties or bikini bottoms, my anticipation of this moment has built and built each time. Finally, I’ll use my tongue on Georgina’s pussy. Finally, I'll know her texture, her sweetness.

“My mouth will be busy making you 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. “Bunch the hem of your shirt and put it between your teeth.”

Her 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 bed, because I will have addicted her to being licked. By me. Only ever me.

God above, her cunt looks delicious. It’s a fucking feast — tiny though it is —

this home for my cock. Smooth, pink and dripping, just the way 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 you began high school is a crime. But hiding something so beautiful from me would be the worse crime, would it not?”

I run my tongue through her folds, stopping when I reach her clit to press down. Hard. Her legs jerk around my head. “I — I...don’t..w — what?”

Her words are muffled because of the shirt in her mouth. Or maybe because her indescribable flavor 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 as they'll go. Let's open up those pretty lips so I can lick that virgin bud.”