Page 60 of Stepson

Her cheeks redden. "I may or may not have picked the lock."

I continue my descent on her, stopping only when she’s within centimeters of me. Our eyes lock for several long seconds and my heart hammers for this woman. She picked the locks. That’s hot.

"And did you find anything yet?"

She slowly shakes her head. It’s clear my close proximity makes her nervously excited, and I won't lie and say it doesn't excite me either. Not being able to touch Bentley for the last several days haunted me. She’s mine.

I reach up and cup her face, running my thumb along her bottom lip as her eyes light up. That’s a special thing between us, and I don't have to hide it anymore.

My eyes scan the room and the beast inside me takes over my thoughts. Seeing my father's desk and all the papers on it makes me want to fuck her on top of all of it. It’s as if I need to claim what’s always been mine while mocking my father. But do I dare?

The flush on her chest and the rising of her breathing as her mouth slightly parts tells me she’s just as affected by me as I am by her. But now that those three simple words of I love you are out in the open between us, there’s a stronger urgency to claim her right here and right now.

Cupping the other side of her cheek, I pull her to me as I tilt her head back and slant my mouth over hers. I kiss her bottom lip first, then her top before our mouths part and our tongues collide. She tastes so good as her velvety tongue licks and twists around mine, making me moan into her mouth. Her hands claw at my arms before she moves them down, grabbing the hem of my shirt before she slips them up the bottom and presses them against my abs.

My muscles tense momentarily beneath her warm hands as I deepen the kiss, plunging my tongue in to glide against hers. She kisses me back with such urgency I have to break this up before I come in my jeans. I take her bottom lip into my mouth, popping it when I release it before I press my forehead against hers.

“I’m having a really hard time not fucking you right now, Bentley,” I rasp out as my chest rises and falls while my cock painfully throbs in my jeans.

She lightly giggles before she leans her head back to look up at me. “Then stop trying so hard.”

I let out a growl as my hands leave her face and slide down her backside, cupping her ass roughly before I lift her. Her legs wrap around my hips as I walk over toward the desk, feeling her grind against my dick. I can't get my hands on her bare skin fast enough.

The little flimsy dress she wears is blocking my hands from doing just that. Pushing her up against the bookshelf behind the desk, her thighs grip my hips for dear life as I grab the front of her dress and split it in half.

Her mouth falls open but she doesn't protest one bit, and I know it’s because she likes it. Her tits are wide open now as her buds look painfully hard. They need to be in my mouth. Now.

Leaning down, I wrap my mouth around one nipple, flicking my tongue over her. She bucks in my arms as her nails dig into my shoulders. I moan against her nipple as I continue to tease it before I move to the other one. Her moans fill the room next and bring the caveman out of me.

I tear her dress the rest of the way off, grunting when I notice she wears panties.

"What did I tell you about your panties?"

She’s panting, staring deeply into my gaze.

"You said not to wear them."

"Should I punish you, Bentley?"

Her eyes darken. "Yes, please."

Fuck me. I’m going to punish her in the sweetest possible way.

My hands grab the hem of her thong panties before I tear at them until they’re torn and lying on the floor at our feet. Redmarks line her skin where I roughly tore at her panties, and I instantly run my thumbs over them.

She bucks in my arms when my thumbs get close to her dripping cunt. Her pussy shines from how wet she is, and my dick pulses in my jeans with the anticipation of sinking deep inside of her.

I tear at my jeans and briefs until they’re halfway down my thighs before I grab my cock and slide myself over her wetness.

"Ah!" She cries out as her head smacks into the bookshelf.

My balls tighten as I watch her wetness coat my dick, and I can’t take it any longer. I need to feel her grip me. Circling her clit with the head of my dick, I slide down her wet lips until I’m pressed at her center.

I hold her steady as I hook my arms under her knees, and then in one swift movement, I sink her down on my dick. The tightness of her pussy is nearly my undoing. I have to take a few deep breaths and hold her steady before I fucking blow. Who knew a few days without fucking my girl would do this to me. Fucking hell.

Her pants fill the room as I feel her pussy tighten around my shaft. If she doesn't stop looking at me with those desirous eyes, I won't be able to hold off much longer. What the hell is wrong with me? Being able to last long and enjoy the pleasures of fucking is my specialty. But when it comes to fucking Bentley, I can't help myself.

Using her legs, I begin to lift and drop her on my dick but soon find that I have to squeeze my eyes shut to chill out. Her tight, wet pussy is almost too much, and I haven't even begun my punishment yet.

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