Submitting To My Stepbrothers novel Chapter 82

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The elevator door opens directly into the suite, but I can’t

summon the willpower to stop kissing Lia and step off. I can’t

believe it—this is the first time I’ve kissed her with tongue. I didn‘

t realize before that my hands were touching, our bodies.

rubbing, even our lips pressing. But we haven’t kissed properly,

wetly, until now. It’s a practice for young people. Children. At

least that’s what I thought before.

Now, I’m not sure how I’ve survived a single day without her

whimpering mouth opening up for mine, offering her tongue like

a sacrifice. Our height difference puts her much lower than me,

so her head is tipped back, her fingers winding in the front of my

shirt. She’s usually so smooth, so practiced in her flirting, but

the kiss seems to undo her, as much as it’s undoing me, and

she can’t remain balanced on her toes, stumbling sideways,

trembling. Until I pick her up again and she sighs, like a happy

angel, wrapping her thighs around my waist.

And we go on kissing.

1 flatten her to the wall of the elevator and our tongues fuck

blatantly, my hips holding her in place so my hands can roam.

There isn’t a single place on her body I don’t want to touch, my

smooth, sexy girl. Her legs, the beautiful planes of her face, the

curves of her sides and her horny little tits. Once I’ve thumbed

her nipples into tight pebbles, I tunnel my fingers through her

blonde hair and pull it, making her cry out, her pussy rubbing

anxiously on my cock. She might have no idea what it’s like to

have sex, but she wants it all the same.

Wants it from Big Daddy.

Bad.

Finally, I manage to walk us off the elevator, striding to the back.

bedroom. The man who thought about having Lia on that bed is

not the same man who enters the bedroom now. We’ve only

spent an hour together and I already feel…lighter. Better.

Unburdened. And even though it was hell to delay the main

event, I can’t be sorry about the time we spent talking. I’ve

always thought Lia was incredible, smart, sensitive. She’s more,

though.

She’s magic.

All those things she said about finding me desirable…I truly don‘

t know if she meant them or if my money goes, in part, toward

her boosting my ego. At the moment, I don’t give a fuck what is

lie and what is truth. I’m too hard, too horny. If she’s a liar, so be

1. it. I’m grateful for whatever this perfect angel gives me. I’ll

accept it like a beggar.

There’s a voice in the back of my head telling me that I do care

if she’s lying.

That I want her to be telling the truth. That it matters. A lot.

I ignore the voice and throw her down on the bed, however,

growling at the picture she makes in the T–shirt, thigh high tights.

and heels. Young. Fuck, she’s so young. But when she gets up

on her knees and strips the T–shirt off, my conscience is

nowhere to be found.

“You might as well not be wearing any panties,” I manage

hoarsely, reaching out to finger the thin pink string adorning her

hip, then running my touch down to the tiny soaked triangle that

holds no mysteries. It molds to her cleft like a second skin and

all I can think about is eating that pussy like my last meal.

Lia trails her fingertips up her ribcage and cups her tits,

squeezing her nipples into even tighter peaks. “Do you want me

to wear panties, Big Daddy? You’re the one who decides.”

Jesus.

My fingers work my buttons clumsily, my palms damp. I’m. already laboring to breathe. My balls are embarrassingly full, my

cock curved to the right in my dress pants, harder than a

goddamn metal rod. I came on her without taking my pants off last time. This time, I’ll be surprised if I make it two pumps

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before my body releases the flood.

You’re the one who decides, she said.

And it finally sinks in that I’m in charge. I’m paying her.

She’ll do any sinful thing I ask.

“Dance for me while I’m undressing. The way you do in the den- under my roof–when I’m not supposed to be looking.” I’m all but ripping my buttons through their holes now, getting rid of my shirt and starting on the buckle of my pants. “Do you know how many times you’ve sent me upstairs to fuck my hand, little girl?”

A flush crawls up her neck, her cheeks. “Really?”

I yank down my zipper, groaning over the added space for my dick to grow. “Don’t act surprised. You knew what you were

doing, didn’t you?”

She bites her lip shyly, turning around to face the panoramic

window overlooking the city. Then she drops forward on all fours and slowly grinds her hips in a circle. “Like this, Big

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possible, because of my size, and her knees still don’t touch the

bed. She looks excited, but nervous–and excitement wins when

I take her butt cheeks in my hands and knead them roughly, her

eyelids fluttering, bare tits rising and falling.

“Do you know where your clitoris is, Lia?”

She starts to nod, then stops. Shakes her head slowly. “I know

there’s a spot that feels good, but I can never seem to make it

feel good enough to…to…”

“To come.” My right hand trails over her hip, finding the damp.

flesh between her thighs. Knuckling aside the pink thong, I rub

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my thumb along the seam of her pussy until it parts, watching

her eyes widen when I find her clit and stroke it gently, gently,

then faster. “Any time we’re together, baby, this is where I’ll be

touching. Playing with this little rosebud makes you wet for my

cock. And getting my cock into you is what I pay to do, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Big Daddy,” she gasps.

I tease my thumb faster and she whimpers breathily, her thighs

jolting on either side of me. “I can touch it a lot of ways. My

fingers, like this. Or we can use toys. But right now, I want you to

grind it on my mouth. My chin. My nose. Every fucking where.

Make Big Daddy proud.”

Her apprehension in itself is a turn–on as she crawls up my

body, dragging her tits over my face, continuing until her

fragrant little mound is an inch above my starving mouth.

Slowly, she drops it down, her soft petals of flesh parting around

my tongue, which I immediately wiggle against her clit-

“Oh!” Her thighs slide apart and she rolls her hips, dragging her

clit on my tongue a second time, screaming through clenched

teeth. “Oh my God.”

When her fingers grip my hair and she starts to fuck my mouth, I

almost spill my seed.

Her smooth, slippery sex rides me relentlessly and Jesus, I’m a

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pervert. A sick fuck, getting off on an eighteen–year–old having her first orgasm on my face. But I couldn’t stop this if I wanted to. My hips lever up, thrusting my hard–on into the air, my hands on her juicy little ass to keep her grinding, my mouth feasting on her like a ripe melon, her youth and horniness dripping down my cheeks and chin–and still she rides, her cries of Big Daddy growing louder and more anxious until finally, she stiffens, her

pleasure bursting all over my tongue.