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“Don’t stop…” I breathe out, hoping that he’s not getting in his own head again about the fact that we’rehere. Not that I would blame him, I’m having a hard enough time not obsessing over the fact that my stepfather is lying between my legs rubbing my tits. Even if this is all my doing, the feeling is fucking surreal. His fingers surround the puckered nipple and he rolls it between his fingers. Goosebumps rise on every inch of my body and I let out a breath to steady my breathing.
“How?”
“I have a fake.” I clear my throat. “Not for alcohol,” I clarify, because deep down even though the lines are blurred, I still don’t want him disappointed in me.Well, anymore.“I just wanted it for this and for tattoos.”
“Are you going to tell me what your tattoo means?” He brushes his fingers down my side. “I know what’s happening…between us doesn’t make me seem very trustworthy, but you can tell me—”
“No.” I interrupt and I grab his face so he’ll look at me. “What’s happening…what I’m asking…it means I trust you the most.”
He looks back down at my tits before looking back up at me in question. I can hear it as clearly as if he asked it. I nod, wanting to know what my breast would feel like in his mouth. “Please,” I beg.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips and then that same tongue, that sinful tongue that’s been in my mouth for much of tonight, drags along my breast. He circles my piercing with it and then his hot wet mouth sucks my puckered nipple inside. “Fuck,” I groan. He’s still lying between my legs, so I can’t rub them together in attempts to stoke the growing inferno between them, but I try, my body desperate for any type of relief. “Dominic.”
He bites down gently and I hear the sound of metal against his teeth.Fuck, that sounds so hot.“Is…is anything else pierced?”
My eyes fly open in question. “Are you asking…if my pussy is pierced?”
“Yes.” His husky voice makes the fire spread from my pussy throughout my whole body.
I contemplate telling him the truth, but I want more in this moment.So. Much. More.“Do you want to see for yourself?”
“Fuck, Stassia.” He moves his lips to my other breast, his blue eyes boring into mine as he suckles the flesh. “I have to know, has anyone kissed you here?” His hand snakes down and rubs me gently through my wet panties.
I bite my bottom lip. “Yes.”
“Who?” he growls and I yelp when he bites down harder on my breast.
“Guy from school.”
“What. Fucking. Guy?” he growls again.
I grab his dark luscious hair and pull his head away from my breast to stare into his eyes, his mouth slick with his spit that’s glistening on my breasts. “You can’t be jealous when you’ve been banging my mother for years.”
I chastise myself for my knee jerk reaction to his caveman attitude as I fully expect my comment to be the end of this tryst. “Watch me,” he says and a wicked smirk plays at his lips, goading me.
“Carter James,” I tell him. “He eats me out sometimes.”
“Do you come?”
“Yes.”
“Hard?”
“Not so hard I saw stars or anything.” I smirk at my reference to earlier.
He chuckles. “I can promise you, I can make you come harder than any fuckstick at that school. Harder than anyone…”
“Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?” I raise an eyebrow at him. “Better yet, why don’t you put your mouth where my pussy is?”
He swallows. “I don’t…I don’t know that I can…yet.” He tells me as he falls to my side, putting a hand over his eyes. “I’m struggling to figure out how the fuck we got here?”
I huff, officially over this back and forth, this push and pull. In books it’s delicious but in reality, it’s fucking annoying. I’m ready to explore my sexuality completely with this man and the fact that he’s holding up the process every step of the way is beginning to irritate me. “I’ve explained how I got here, but since you aren’t getting it, I’ll give you another reason. You’re a man and I’m a woman. We’re grieving. It happens.”
“Not with you. It shouldn’t happen with you. You’re my—”
“That’s what makes it even hotter.” I cut him off, knowing where he’s going with that and I climb on top of him to straddle him. My panties aren’t doing much to hide the wetness between my legs, and I can smell my arousal in the air.My God, I pray he can too.“Seriously, don’t you watch stepfather/ stepdaughter porn?”
Blue shocked eyes bore into mine. “Who said that?”
