Submitting To My Stepbrothers novel Chapter 83

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“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.

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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

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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

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going to get it now, little girl.”

top of her smooth, tiny one for a single second. That she’s not only spreading her legs for me, she’s moaning with pleasure, not put off by my aggression at all. No, it’s making her hot.

Lia and flip her face down, yanking her hips up and back into my

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more flirting, Lia. Not with anyone but me, understand? I get it

all. Every smile. Every shake of those tits.” I pound her

relentlessly, my climax beginning to crest, thickening my voice,

pulling taut the muscles in my loins. “You want to flirt? You get

on your knees and flirt with Big Daddy’s big dick. Are we clear on

that?”

“Yes, Big Daddy!” she screams, her little body shuddering

through an orgasm.

I give up the fight at the first clench of her pussy, my shaft

spasming, firing a hot line of come into her wet heat. Primal

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ownership surges inside of me and I wind her hair in my fist, pushing her face down into the mattress, burying my cock as

deep as it’ll go. Growling. My hips slapping off her tight ass, rope after rope of semen filling her until I collapse sideways.

My big stomach heaves inside of my undershirt, my cock still

half–hard in the open V of my trousers. I think life can’t get any

better, when suddenly it does. Lia curls up into my side like at

drowsy kitten, naked and rosy and dazed from her orgasm. It feels completely natural to turn onto my side and welcome her into my arms, smiling as she snuggles into my black–and–white

chest hair. I think she’s fallen asleep when her hesitant voice

reaches my ears.

“Did I…please you?”

A laugh barks out of me before I can stop it. “Lia. I could die a happy man right now. Life can only go downhill after what we

just did. You were…you are…Jesus Christ. I should be asking if I

pleased you, not the other way around.”

“You did,” she whispers shakily, hot eyes raking up and down my

chest. “A lot.”

Unbelievably, my cock is already starting to stir again. This girl…

she invigorates me. Makes me feel even more alive than I felt

when I was her age. Not only in sexual way, either. The organ in

my chest has been twisted up into a knot beneath my jugular.