Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex) novel Chapter 52

4: Tristan.

Legs shaking, and teeth grinding hard, | stare at the crumpled pile of white lace on the counter.

No one has to know, Big Daddy. | can be your cute, little secret. Your guilty pleasure.

Fucking fantastic.

Lia has absolutely no idea how long I've been in torment, thinking about it. I've been counting the days until she finally leaves home for college, relief, and fear whirling inside my chest. With her gone, everything would truly be normal for once. | wouldn't have to come home every night, worried | might break underneath the tension she's placed me. Finally drag her perky, sweet arse upstairs to my bedroom, shut the door, and fuck the living daylights out of her until she loses her breath.

With each visit, each day came a new temptation. One that drives me further and further away from logical reasoning, pushing me towards the steep end.

The way she prattles into the kitchen each time, in various revealing outfits, her eyes gleaming with mischief, her hands getting more and more brave when they touch me. She's like a candy | can't have. The ultimate, alluring forbidden fruit. Twenty-five years my junior. My son's best friend. The daughter of our neighbor. And to put the fucking cherry on the cake, I've played the role of a second father to her all these years.

| had always seen her as my daughter. When did that change?

| run a hand through my hair as | try to recall. It's not coming easily to me — all a disturbing blur. Work does that to me. Makes me a bystander to everything going on in my personal life — a disinterested bystander at that. One day | looked up to find out that Lia's tits had swelled thrice the size of a medium- sized baseball, and she now had a mouth-watering arse that made my cock raise its head excitedly, bobbing it like a dog. My head spun at the quick changes, which she revels in displaying in my kitchen, to the detriment of my mental health.

She's a fucking flirt. And a good one at that.

I've always seen it in her. Something in her demeanor, but her new banging body makes that personality a dangerous weapon. She's aware of her potential; of the effect her appeal has on me.

Surely, | can't be the only man she goes this hard for, can |?

| ask myself this over and over again, with no solid answer forthcoming.

The girl is only being nice to me, like any other girl her age would, but in her case, it made me feel desirable. Reminding me that | still have a functioning dick and decades left to use it and bring forth twice a dozen babies if | wanted. There's no way in hell that beautiful damsel wants a bulky, aging, thick-around-the-middle bastard like me with more salt than pepper in his hair. It's only a game to her. She's done this many times before to other men; teasing, and playing around.

That's what | thought until she propositioned me. Made known the surprising fact that she wants me as much as | want her.

Lia could have any man in the city. She could have her pick of any man in the world. And yet she settles for me.

No one has to know, Big Daddy. | can be your cute, little secret. Think about it.

God take the wheel. It's been over five days since she's said those words to me and I've been finding it hard to concentrate on my work or anything else.

They keep echoing in my head, and | can't get rid of my erection, no matter how many times | jerk off. And every single time, | think of her moaning Big Daddy into my ear, her tight pussy making squelching noises while | pump in and out of her. Honestly. | should be staked to a tree and burnt alive for even fantasizing about the girl, but that's as far as I'm allowing myself to get carried away by her.

There will be no calling her.

There would be no long hours spent wondering how we could keep it a secret as best as possible.