Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex) novel Chapter 79

11: Gage.

“You kiss your man with tongue, Stella.”

She makes a halting sound. “You're too tall. I can’t reach.”

That's when I realize she’s straining in her kneeling position, head tipped all the way back, hands using my shoulders for leverage, just so our lips can meet. “Aw, you're a tiny little thing, aren‘t you?” I tickle her ribs, swoop down for a hard kiss, then drop down onto the blanket, rolling over onto my back, stacking my hands behind my head. “Does this make is easier for you?”

Every single minute I've spent running and lifting weights has been worth it, because she squirms, breathing hard, trying to look out at the ocean, instead of my torso, and failing. Her eyes return to me every single time. “Um...”

“Come give me my kiss with tongue,” I say, sitting up only long enough to pull her down on top of me, arranging her thighs on either side of my hips and groaning, hands twisting in the blanket at the firm, warm press of her pussy.

“Didn't I earn it, Stella?”

“Yes,” she whispers, leaning down, her blonde hair falling all around her.

And then fuck—finally—I’ve got her in nothing but panties on top of me, kissing my mouth, the innocent delves of her tongue making me crazy.

Pressing my luck, I trail my fingertips down her bare back and sink both greedy hands into her panties, getting a tight hold on that ass, making her breath stutter against mine.

“Gage...”

Before she can scold me for flouting the rules, I say, “Next question.”

I can tell by looking into her glassy eyes that she can’t remember a damn thing we were supposed to be studying. Her distraction might have something to do with my middle finger parting the crease of her ass, sneaking a few pets of her virgin asshole.

Her breath puffs out against my lips. “Who...who was Charlemagne?”

“Charlemagne.” My own thoughts are hazy of anything except for Stella, but I push through the dirty lust in order to land my next kiss. “Uh...also known as Charles the Great. King of Franks. United Western and Central Europe.”

“Yes,” she exhales, face full of pleasure.

A groan slips out between my teeth. “Goddamn, I like you being proud of me.”

“I am,” she whispers, working her hips in a figure eight. “So proud.”

“Stella,” I pant. “Honey, don’t stop.”

“Where do you want your next kiss?”

I'm tempted to ask for another one on my mouth because I’m addicted to the taste of her. Her breath, her texture, her everything. But my balls have never been this heavy, this miserable. They’re weighed down with seed for Stella. I’

m going to die if I don’t let off some of this pressure. Reluctantly, I slide my hands out of her panties and away from that hot, little pucker. And I reach between us to unfasten my jeans. “Ask me another question, honey. I should have to answer more than one right to get a kiss on my cock.”

“On...0-on your...”

My zipper comes down and I shout behind my teeth, the loss of that denim prison allowing it to swell thicker. “Give me the question, honey.”

Still, she says nothing—and I’m an idiot, because I realize she’s looking down between our bodies and seeing my dick for the first time. I barely catch her in time when she tries to scramble off of me. But my reflexes have been honed from a million hours of football, so I roll with her, flipping our positions and pinning her beneath me.

“Don't be scared of it,” I say soothingly against her mouth. At least I try to be soothing. My reassurance sounds more like a growl, because yeah, all that’s keeping me from her cherry now is a pair of panties that I could rip off with zero effort. And she’s so smooth and sweet and fragrant beneath me. Wide eyed, virginal, and confused about why she’s in heat and nervous at the same time. “I'm not making you take it tonight. It’s just a kiss.”

“Is it supposed to be that big?” she whispers.

“No, your man is just blessed.” I drop my mouth to her ear, kissing it, tracing the smooth shell with the tip of my tongue. “Trust me when I say that little cunt is going to welcome me like warm fucking butter. I won't let it hurt, Stella. I won't. You trust me?”

She nods. No hesitation.

My breath escapes in a rush, my chest feeling like it’s stuck in a trash compactor. “You've just given me the greatest honor of my life, you know that?”

"I trust you,” she says again. Slowly, our foreheads touching, I let my hips drop into the cradle of hers, and this time, her eyes spark with wonder. Excitement.

“I-L can’t think of a question...”

I roll my hips, dragging my cock along the seam of her thinly covered pussy.

“Why? Am I distracting you?”

She giggles. Sighs. Moans. “Um...th-the capital of the Byzantine Empire.”

My dick throbs harder, as if sensing victory. “Constantinople.”

Her smile flutters. She’s dazed. Gasping. “You're definitely going to pass the test.”

“AllI care about is passing yours.”

“What would that entail?”

There’s no stopping me. I’m a wild animal. There’s a lightning flash of worry that I’m hurting her, ruining everything, but she’s clutching my ass cheeks like life preservers, grinding me against her face.

“I'm going to make you my wife,” I slur, grunting, hips moving like pistons.

“Going to put a diamond on that fucking finger. You’re mine. This mouth is MINE.”

Relief doesn’t arrive like it normally does, in a slow wave. No, it’s a monsoon. I shout her name at the top of my lungs, my muscles seizing up, balls twisting in my stomach and it goes on forever, forever, just blast after blast of fiery

liquid pounding up my cock and spilling into her mouth, down her sweet, giving throat and she takes as much as she can. She takes so much, but when she makes the slightest choking sound, alarm bells go off in my head—

my girl trusts me and I won't violate that. i've already gone way too far too fast.

“Stella,” I say raggedly, the last ounce of semen draining from my tip.

Shuddering, covered in sweat, I pull her into my arms, rocking back and forth like a madman. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I was so fucking rough. I didn’t—”

“I loved it,” she breathes, her own breath labored. Eyes bright. “I can’t b- believe I can...”

I tilt her chin up, on the edge of my seat. “What, honey?”

“I can't believe I have to power to d-do that to you.”

Am I dreaming? Or is she really this much of a miracle?

Desperate to give her the same pleasure she just gifted me with, my index and middle finger find the front of her panties, rubbing her clit through the now drenched material of her panties. “That's right, honey. You rule me. And now you know. You rule my body and I rule this hot young cunt. Come for your man now. I know you need it.”

She nods, glazed eyes finding mine. She sobs, chest heaving faster and faster until she begins to writhe and strain in my arms. Knowing the skin-on- skin contact will push her over the edge, I sink my fingers into her panties, between the folds of her sex and rub faster, faster, propelling her into a moaning and twisting fit, her eyes never leaving mine.

“I love you,” I say through my teeth when she climaxes, her moisture coating my fingers and spilling all the way down to my wrist, her lavender scent wafting up and making me salivate. “I love you, Stella.”

“I love you, too,” she gasps back, letting me pull her down onto the blanket and hold her like the world is ending. It’s not, though, I tell myself. It’s only starting. I have her now.

The sweet way she curls into me and dozes off is almost enough to make me forget what I said back at the field to my teammates. How I lied. How I put that terrible filth into the universe. But I'll protect her from finding out how far I'll go to keep other men away.

I won't let it touch her.

I'd quite literally kill myself if I hurt Stella.