Page 7 of Hot Stepbrother Daddy

It's like I'm floating outside of myself watching this happen. Like I've slipped into someone else's body. I don't normally flirt like this, don't usually let things get this far. But there's something about Adam that makes me feel brave, reckless. He makes me want to throw caution to the wind and live, if only for tonight.

So, I accept.

The next thing I know, we're in his hotel room, kissing like our lives depend on it. And Adam kisses me like he means it, like he wants to be with me more than anything. His hands are in my hair, holding me steady as he devours me with his mouth, and my heart pounds.

This is what I've been missing all these years. The passion, the spark that comes from being with someone who knows their way around a woman's body.

Adam is thorough and unrelenting. We kiss until my lips are bruised and tingling, until I'm aching and breathless. It's not until my shirt is halfway off that I freeze, suddenly self-conscious.

He notices right away, letting me go so I can pull it back into place. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I say, shaking my head. "It's nothing."

But Adam isn't letting me off the hook that easily. He reaches out and strokes his fingers down my cheek. "Laurie, it's not nothing. If you don't want to do this, just tell me and we'll stop."

My face burns with embarrassment, but I force the words out. "No, it's not that. It's just...I'm a virgin."

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but his expression softens a second later. "You didn't mention that before."

I bite my lip. "I didn't want to scare you off."

"Scare me off?" He chuckles. "Laurie, you could never scare me off. But I don't want to do anything you're not ready for."

I'm torn. I want this, want Adam, but the reality of my situation has brought everything into focus. This will be my first time. It should be with someone I know better than just one night, but that ship has sailed. And somehow it feels like I've known this man for years, not hours. There's something between us, something special.

So, I decide to trust it.

"I'm ready," I whisper. "I want this."

Adam smiles, and I know I made the right choice. "Then come here."

He pulls me back into his arms, kissing me again, and this time I relax into it. Everything about him is perfect—his lips, his hands, his scent. He smells like rich cologne and some undefinable essence that's all his own. It's intoxicating, and I find myself pressing closer, desperate for more. I want to sink into him, feel him all around me.

When his hands slip beneath my shirt, I don't flinch away. Instead, I lift my arms and let him take it off. He kisses a trail from my mouth down to my chest, unclasping my bra and tossing it aside. I'm bare before him, and his eyes are wide with hunger as he takes me in.

"Laurie," he breathes, "you're beautiful."

And then his mouth is on me, and it's everything I imagined and more. His tongue circles my nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through me, and I arch into his touch. His hands cup my breasts, squeezing and kneading, and it feels so good that I never want him to stop.

But then his mouth moves lower, his tongue tracing patterns over my skin as he makes his way down my body. I gasp when he reaches the waistband of my jeans, his fingers working deftly to pop the button and slide the zipper down. He pulls them down my hips slowly, his eyes fixed on mine.

"Is this okay?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

I nod, unable to form words.

He presses a kiss to my hip, then slides my jeans all the way off, leaving me in just my panties. He kisses his way back up my thigh, his touch feather-light and teasing. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, looking up at me with a wicked smile on his face.

"I can't wait to taste you."

His words have wetness flooding my pussy instantly. Oh my God, no one has ever spoken to me like that!

He presses his mouth against the damp fabric of my panties, and I moan. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt before, and I can't help but rock my hips against him. He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me, and then he tugs my panties aside and licks me in one long stroke.

I cry out, my hands flying to his hair. With nothing between my flesh and his tongue, the sensation is almost too much. He keeps going, his tongue circling my clit over and over again. The pressure inside me builds, and I'm quickly approaching the edge. I’m primed and ready to blow, almost vibrating with how turned on I am. He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, sending me hurtling over the edge.

My orgasm crashes through me, and I cry out his name. “Adam, Adam, Adam!”

My knees buckle, but he holds me up, licking me through it. When I finally come back down, he kisses his way back up my body, wrapping his arms around me and lowering me to the bed with a gentleness that makes my heart ache.

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