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Knocked up by my new Stepdad

I had only one plan: To git rid of my new stepdad. I never knew; I'd fall hard for him! His free hand slid under my sweater, cupping my breast and pinching the nipple through my bra until I gasped into his mouth. "Clothes off," he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with need. "I need to feel you, remind myself you're all mine." "Mark, Carl's right outside the door," I protested, but my hands were already tugging at his shirt. "Door's locked and soundproof. Do it now." He backed me toward the couch, helping yank the sweater over my head and shoving my jeans down my legs. I stood there in my black lace thong and bra, and he dropped to his knees without a word, his eyes hungry as he gripped my thighs. "Spread those legs for me, baby." I did, bracing one hand on the couch arm as his mouth covered me, his tongue flat and hot against my clit, sucking just right while two thick fingers thrust deep inside and curled to hit that spot. "You taste so damn good-all mine," he growled between licks, the vibration sending me over the edge fast. My legs shook as the orgasm ripped through me, and I cried out his name, grinding against his face. He stood up quick, pants shoved down, his thick cock hard and ready. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, impaling me in one smooth thrust. My back hit the leather couch, and he pounded into me rough and deep, his hips snapping with every word. "No one touches what's mine. No one even looks too long." The pleasure built again fast, and I shattered around him, pulling him over the edge too as he groaned and spilled hot inside me, holding us locked together while we caught our breath.
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Chapter 6

Viola.

I had started to get a little tipsy, but I was still paying attention to what he was doing.

I started kicking my legs and said, "Put me down! Put me down! You crazy!" His body was incredible-tall, broad, commanding, with his men around him like he was some kind of beast.

He came in and took me, and there was tension with someone else, but nobody dared say a word. It was obvious he was a big deal in town-a real heavyweight, a billionaire. But honestly, I was enjoying the moment.

We left the hotel, and of course, the guards opened the limo door. He threw me onto the back seat-not too roughly, but with a kind of strength that was also gentle.

Then he got in and sat down next to me. As he sat, I suddenly found myself acting spontaneously; I didn't even know what got into me. My mind just went blank for a moment. I thought,

'Am I drunk or what? Wow, he's so good-looking. Why do I feel lile desiring him now?!'

He stared at me for a bit, then started to come to his senses and said, "What are you doing?" He straightened himself up and fixed my posture, then said to the driver, "Let's go home."

I quickly sat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck, saying, "No, no, I don't wanna go to your house. I want to go to my place."

He looked at me and said, "What do you mean? Your mom is waiting for you at our place-at the mansion."

I pouted like a child and said, "No, I'm not a kid. I'm not going to live there-or at least, not tonight. You already ruined my night. All my plans are ruined because of you."

He raised an eyebrow and moved closer to me .I was still sitting on his lap, and he didn't try to move me.

He asked, "What plans?"

I said bluntly, "I was planning to do something tonight with my boyfriend. I was planning to lose my virginity."

He raised his hand as if he was going to slap me, but then suddenly stopped himself and said angrily, "Try it and see what happens then."

I found myself replying playfully, moving closer to his lips, "And if I do, what are you going to do?"

He pushed me off his lap and said, "You're not a child. Sit properly."

I answered " Yes, that's true I'm really not a child. I'm 18 and a few weeks. I had to lose my virginity-I can't stay a virgin forever. You ruined everything for me. I was going to call my boyfriend to come over tonight."

I must have been really bold-maybe I smoked too much, or maybe someone spiked my drink. There's no way I'd normally be this daring.

As I leaned back, I found myself moving my leg over his pants, feeling his erection. He looked at me, eyes wide, and asked, "What are you doing?"

I said teasing him more, "Ugh, I want to do so many things right now." The driver couldn't see us because there was a closed partition in the limo.

I said seductively to stepdad, "Pour me a drink." There was alcohol there, but he said, "No."

So I shrugged and said, "Fine, whatever," grabbed the bottle, opened it, and drank straight from it. Some spilled on my clothes and his, dripping onto his pants.

I started wiping between his legs and on his pants with my hand, and as I did, I could feel how hard he was. It was really big and thick-even through his pants.

I thought, 'What if he actually took them off?'

I looked at him, licked my lips, wanting to undo his pants and take him in my mouth.

I didn't take my hand off his pants, squeezing him through the fabric. He kept his eyes wide open, not knowing what to do. He could have pushed me away, could have rejected me, but it was clear something was drawing him to me.

Maybe he liked younger girls like me-not like I thought, because he wasn't even that old. He's 32, not like my mom, who's 40.

When I saw he wasn't stopping me or saying anything, I sat back down on his lap, wrapped my legs around his waist, and started moving my body up and down against him.

He started to enjoy it, closing his eyes. Then he put his hands around my waist and said, "You're turning me on. If I start with you, I won't be able to stop. I'll tear you apart when I make love to you." His words made me even more excited.

I started kissing his neck, licking his ears, and he pulled me closer, his hands moving to my chest.

Suddenly, the driver stopped the car. He quickly pushed me off his lap onto the seat next to him and said, "Fix yourself. You're home. Get out. What happened between us stays between us."

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