Page 8 of Hot Stepbrother Daddy

I'm still quivering as he undresses in front of me, taking off the suit slowly and methodically, revealing his incredible body.

I watch with rapt attention as he strips off his shirt, revealing broad shoulders and chiseled abs. His chest is covered in a light dusting of dark hair, and I can't resist leaning forward and running my fingers through it. He shivers at my touch, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Like what you see?"

I nod, feeling emboldened. "You're gorgeous."

The pants go next, leaving him in just a pair of black boxer briefs that leave little to the imagination. I can see the outline of his hard length straining against the fabric, and it makes my mouth go dry. All of that is supposed to fit inside me? I should be nervous, but seeing his cock outline has my pussy aching with emptiness. I want him to fill me so badly.

He palms himself through the fabric, and then he's pulling them down, cock jumping out, hard as a steel bar. While he steps out of the briefs, Adam takes his length in his hand and strokes himself, looking me over like I'm some sort of feast.

And then he's crawling on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. It should be terrifying, but I've never felt safer. His mouth finds mine again, and he kisses me slowly, reverently. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, desperate for more contact. He reaches down and lines himself up with my entrance, pausing for a moment to look into my eyes.

"Are you sure?"

I nod, running my hands up his muscular arms. "I'm so sure. I think I'll die on the spot if you turn me down now."

Adam’s expression is equal parts joy and possession. He’s thrilled to be allowed to fuck me, to be my first, I can see it in his eyes.

With that, he pushes inside me, slowly but surely, and I gasp with each inch. There’s a sharp pinch that lasts less than a second, and then it’s gone. The stretch is almost too much, but the pain quickly gives way to pleasure.

He moves slowly, giving me time to adjust, and then he's fully seated inside me, our hips bumping together. He stays there for a moment, pressing his forehead to my shoulder as he fights for control. He's letting me get used to the feeling, and once I start to grind against him, savoring the fullness, he starts to move.

The world narrows down to the points where our bodies are joined—the feeling of him inside me, the heat of his skin against mine, the taste of his lips. I cling to him, lost in the sensation of being filled by him, the feeling of being connected in the most intimate way.

We move together, our bodies in perfect sync, and I can feel another orgasm building inside me. He kisses me hungrily, his hips rocking into me with increasing urgency. I meet him thrust for thrust, my nails digging into his back. I tighten my legs around him, and Adam pushes forward, changing the angle and hitting my G-spot with perfect accuracy, making my eyes roll back in my head. It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.

Adam doesn’t let up, and it’s his perfect rhythm that brings me to the edge a second time. I come with a cry, clenching tightly around him, and he follows me into bliss, emptying himself inside me with a groan. We collapse, still wrapped up in each other, and I cling to him, never wanting this moment to end.

But eventually, we have to separate, and the reality of the situation comes crashing back. What we just shared was beautiful, but it was also fleeting. I knew before we ever started that there was no future for us, and I'd made peace with it. But now, lying here in his arms, it's harder than ever to accept.

I know it's silly, but I can't help but feel like we were meant to find each other. Like there's something between us that was always supposed to happen. It's a foolish thought, but I can't shake it.

Even in the afterglow, he's perfect, ordering us room service and feeding me French fries with his fingers once it arrives. I have to consciously remember my fake identity as a bartender, but it's hard when he's so easy to talk to, so eager to learn about me. I find myself trailing off onto subjects like fashion magazines before correcting the course and being more vague. I can't tell him anything real, and I hate that.

But eventually, the late night catches up with us, and I find myself drifting off in his arms. He holds me close, his warmth seeping into my bones, and I sleep better than I have in years.

Then I wake up the next morning, and I panic.

It hits me all at once that I slept with a stranger and told him something personal about my life. I've never done anything like this before, and the thought of how stupid I'd been has me scrambling for my clothes.

"Laurie?" Adam sits up, his voice still thick with sleep. "What are you doing?"

I yank on my jeans, not meeting his eye. "I have to go. I'm sorry."

He frowns, reaching out to take my hand. "Hey, slow down. It's okay."

I shake my head, my heart racing. "No, it's not. I shouldn't have done this. I'm sorry."

He gets up, pulling on his boxer briefs before standing in front of me, his hands on my shoulders. "Laurie, it's okay. Whatever you're worried about, it's okay. I had an amazing time with you last night."

But I'm already shaking my head. "No, I'm sorry. I have to go."

And I do. I rush out the door, leaving him standing there, looking confused and hurt. It kills me, but I don't know what else to do. The tears hit as soon as I burst out of the hotel, and the feeling of them hot and wet on my cheeks, combined with the misery of leaving him behind, is what finally wakes me up.

I gasp, shooting up in bed, holding my comforter to my chest as I take in my darkened bedroom. With shaking fingers, I reach up and feel the wetness of real tears on my cheeks. It's so much worse knowing that he's right down the hall. I could go to him and ease this pain in seconds, but now it's wrong. Taboo. Forbidden. He's the last man I should want.

Yet, as I try to fall back asleep, praying I don't dream of him again, a plan starts to form in my mind. What if I ignore the red flags and pursue him anyway? Just to get it out of my system. I hold onto that spot of brightness, that possibility, as I finally manage to doze off.

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