My New Step-Dad Read Books Online Free Alexa Riley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, New Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 31475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
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I glare at her breasts so she doesn’t mistake what I mean. She brings her palm up to her neck, trying to shield her nipples with her arm, but it’s no use. She’s got big, full breasts and her hard nipples push against the thin fabric.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she says, and a deep blush creeps up her neck to her cheeks. I wonder if there’s a blush anywhere else on her.

I shake the thought from my head and try to focus. “Did you even have on panties, Sophie?” I say, and immediately regret the question. Now I’m thinking about her naked pussy being exposed in the short dress and I can’t breathe.

“I have panties with me?”

She says it like a question and I don’t know what that means.

“With you?”

I see her reach into her purse, and pull out the white cotton material. My hands shake as I watch her because I long to reach out for her. I can’t touch her, she’s my stepdaughter and she’s underage. This isn’t right. I try to breathe, but I’m so focused on that white cotton I can’t think.

She looks so innocent as she looks up through her lashes, and holds the panties out for me to take. “I thought since you liked the way they looked on me this morning, you might want to keep them with you.”

“Why would you say that?” It’s all I can manage to say. My mouth has gone dry and my heart is beating out of my chest.

“I saw your, um, penis when you looked at me down there. I know you said it’s not appropriate for you to see me in them, but I thought you might like to, maybe, hold them.”

I can’t deny how much seeing her like that turned me on, but we both know she can’t tempt me like this.

She looks up again through her lashes. It’s so pure and sweet. She’s offering me something that’s touched her flawless body intimately, and she wants me to have it. I can’t touch her because it’s wrong, but I can touch this. I can have this small piece of her, and then we can go back to the way it should be between us.

“Okay, Sophie. I’ll take your panties, but you need to be a good girl after this. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Bruce.”

I take the scrap of cotton from her hand, and as I lift the material from her palm, her little fingers reach up and touch my wrist. She’s trying to cling to me, and as much as I want it, I have to shut it down. I don’t react to the touch, though I want to, and put the panties in my pocket.

“I mean it, Sophie, you’re my stepdaughter, and you need to behave that way. It wasn’t right the way I looked at you today or the way I’m looking at you now.”

“How are you looking at me now?” she asks, looking up at me and making eye contact.

I look down at her hardened nipples again and then back at her.

“I’m your step-dad. I’m not supposed to want to see all of you.”

“You want to see all of me?”

I shake my head, and try to find the right words. “You’re seventeen, Sophie. You’re not even legal. We could get into trouble.”

“We could only get into trouble if you touch me though, right?”

What is she saying? And why are a million images of her doing things to herself flashing through my mind?

“No, this conversation isn’t happening. It’s time for you to go. You gave me your panties, and that’s already crossing a line,” I scold, even though I know I blew through the line last night on my own.

In a bold move, she reaches down and slowly lifts the hem of her dress.

“Sophie,” I warn, but she ever so slowly keeps lifting up. “What are you doing?” I growl, wanting her to stop. But part of me wants to see what’s under her dress. Needs to see.

“If you don’t touch me, we can’t really get into trouble. You can just look a little, and then I promise I’ll go.”

“Why are you doing this?” I should tell her to stop, not ask her why. I should move from my spot, unlock the doors of my office, and make her leave. But instead I’m just waiting to see what she does.

“Because I like the way you look at me,” she whispers and raises the hem of her dress the rest of the way so I can see her pussy.

I look at her pink lips glistening with nectar, and my mouth waters.

“You shave?” The question comes out thick, laced with desire.

“All the girls at school did it, so I did too.”

I lick my lips, staring at her perfect body, clenching my fists at my side.

She takes a side step, spreading her legs, and her labia open a little, revealing her pink clit. I can also see her honey glazing her thighs, and I’ve had enough.

I reach out and grab her upper arm, causing her to drop her hem. I walk her over to my office door and hit the code for the locks. Pulling her out to my secretary's desk, I find Paul and take her to him.

“Call for a town car, walk her downstairs personally, and send her back home.”

I drop her arm and without looking back, stalk into my office and slam the door behind me so hard it shakes.

Her panties are out of my pocket and to my nose before the door stops shaking. My other hand undoes my belt, pulls out my cock, and jerks off hard as I hold them over my face. I breathe in her scent as I punish my cock. I’m mad at myself for allowing that to happen, and for allowing her to get the better of me. I’m completely pissed off that this seventeen-year-old girl has gotten me harder and more worked up than anyone else in my life. Ever.


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