THE BILLIONAIRE'S PLAYGIRL SISTER

Ana

The first time I saw Christian, I was sitting at the kitchen counter, minding my own business when the front door opened. I glanced up, expecting my mom, but instead, in walked this tall, striking man. My throat went dry.

“Who’s that?” I whispered to myself, eyes fixed on him as he strode in with confidence.

“Christian, this is Ana,” my mom introduced, her voice warm with pride. “Ana, meet Christian. He’s… my fiancé.”

Fiancé? I stared at him, wide-eyed, as he smiled and reached out his hand to shake mine. My heart fluttered, and for a second, I forgot to breathe.

“Nice to meet you, Ana.” His voice was deep, smooth, and something about it made my stomach do a flip.

“Uh… yeah, you too,” I stammered, trying to play it cool, but I knew my cheeks were burning.

As he settled into the kitchen, chatting with my mom like they’d known each other forever, I couldn’t stop staring. His broad shoulders, the way his jaw clenched when he wasn’t speaking, and those eyes. God, his eyes.

I felt a strange pull toward him, a feeling I couldn’t place. It wasn’t just that he was handsome—it was more than that. It was how he carried himself, how he made me feel noticed, even without saying much.

I tried to shake the feeling, telling myself he was off-limits. He was my mom’s fiancé, after all. But deep down, something in me shifted that day. It was the moment I realized I wasn’t just a girl living in the same house as this man. I wanted more.

Weeks passed, and I found myself going toward Christian more than I wanted to admit. I caught myself lingering in rooms he was in, listening to his conversations with my mom, studying the way he moved around the house. Every interaction, no matter how small, stirred something inside me I hadn’t felt before.

One evening, I was sitting on the couch, scrolling through my phone, when I overheard my mom talking on the phone. She was in her bedroom, voice low but excited. “I’ll be out for a few hours… dinner with the girls,” she said. I peeked over the edge of the couch and saw her grabbing her purse.

“Christian’s in his office,” she added absentmindedly, as if I needed to know where he was. “If you need anything, just ask him.”

I nodded, barely paying attention. But as soon as she left, the house suddenly felt much quieter. I sat there for a moment, my mind wandering, unable to focus on anything but the fact that I was alone in the house with him.

I tried to shake it off, but curiosity got the better of me. What could he possibly be doing in his office? I’d never really seen him in there, and something about the idea of him sitting behind his desk, maybe working, maybe not, drew me in.

I stood up, my heart racing for reasons I couldn’t fully understand. Quietly, I made my way down the hall toward the office. The door was slightly open, just enough for me to see the glow of a desk lamp spilling into the hallway. I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the door.

I wasn’t sure why I was there. Maybe I just wanted to say goodnight. Maybe I was hoping for something more. I didn’t know. 

"Hmm," I heard him grunt. 

I pushed open the door a crack, and gasped softly at the sight before me. Christian sat back in his high leather chair, long legs spread out before him like a king seated on his throne. But that wasn't the shocking part. 

It was his hand wrapped around his heavy cock. 

"Fuck," he gritted out as his fist flew up and down the glistening length. 

Precum beaded the tip of his cock and I had the urge to go over there and swipe my tongue against the clear fluid. I pressed my thighs together as I felt my panties become damp at the sight of my stepfather's cock. 

"Hmm," I moaned quietly, while slipping my hand into my school skirt to cup my pussy over my soaked panties. A bit my lip to stop the cry that almost slipped out of my mouth. 

I watched as he tossed his head back, abs tightening while his fist squeezed against the base of his cock. 

Christian looked like he was struggling and I immediately knew I had to help him. It was my duty as a good stepdaughter to help my step daddy out after all. 

I pushed the door further apart and this time around, it made a creaking sound that attracted his attention. His head snapped over to where I stood at the door, and his blue eyes raked over me, from my loafers, over my socks to my pleated school skirt and finally his eyes met mine. 

"What are you doing here?" He croaked out. 

Ignoring him, I made my way over to him and stopped between his spread legs, "I'm here to help daddy." 

His eyes darkened with lust, "Get out." 

I shook my head and pushed his hands away from his erection, licking my lips hungrily as I stared at it. Up close, it was even larger, with thick veins running all over it. When I tried to wrap my hand around it, my fingers couldn't go around it. 

His cock jerked in my hands and he stared down at me with half lidded eyes. 

"I want to taste it." I moaned. 

"Then open your mouth and taste it." He ordered. 

I parted my lips, and stuck out my tongue, dragging it over the thick vein on the underside of his cock. 

"Fuck," he panted, hand flying out to grip my ponytail firmly, "Suck it, Ana." 

I opened my mouth wider and wrapped it around the head of him. A moan rumbled in my throat as I tasted him for the first time. He tasted so damn good, and I wanted more. 

"Open your mouth wider," he hissed, "Take me as deep as you can." 

I could feel my nipples hardening in my bra, and more wetness seeping out of me. I removed him from my mouth and began to kiss all over his hard length, licking at him hungrily. 

"Hmmmm," he grunted, hips thrusting up into my mouth till I finally wrapped my lips around him and took him as deep as I could, almost choking on his massive cock. 

"Good girl," he purred. 

The praise from him made me tremble and I wanted more. More of his taste, more of his praise. I sucked him deep into my mouth, moaning on his cock. saliva ran down my jaw, and my eyes were beginning to water.  

"I could suck you all night long," I told him. 

"You do it so beautifully," he gritted out. 

My pussy was so wet now, and I badly wanted to reach down and play with my clit, but all my focus was on the large cock stretching my lips to the max. To my shock, he raised his foot and pressed it firmly against my soaked pussy. 

"Argh," I let out a cry as he began to move his feet over me, creating friction against my clit. 

"Suck it deeper!" He barked, "Get it all the way to your throat." 

I pushed his thick cock deeper into my mouth, saliva pooling down over him as I slobbered over it, opening my jaw wider so he could hit the back of my throat. I began to grind against his foot, pleasure shooting all over my skin like flashes of electricity. 

Before I knew what was happening, my step daddy's hand tightened around my ponytail and then he began to move my head up and down, taking control of my movement. 

I moaned long and loud as his hip joined in, fucking my face harshly. 

"You love this don't you?" He growled, "You love being used like a cheap slut." 

"Yes! " I cried. 

"Yes, what?" He barked, "Don't be a disrespectful girl. Yes what?" 

He dragged my head off his cock while tears streamed down my eyes, "Yes daddy." 

"Only good girls get to suck daddy's cock. Isn't that right?" 

I nodded eagerly, wanting the heavy heft of his thick cock back on my tongue, "Please, let me suck it." 

Without any hesitation, he thrust back into my open mouth and began to fuck my face harder. I made a mewling, desperate sound as I choked on his cock. I reached up and cupped his balls in my other hand, rolling the loose flesh in my palms. 

"Fuck!" He cried out, rhythm flailing, "I'm gonna come inside that mouth and you're going to swallow every drop of me." 

I nodded. 

"Or should I come all over your face, dirty you up so everyone can know what you've been up to, so you can wear my cum and everyone will know you're daddy's little toy." 

"Hmmmm," I hummed. 

"That's it baby. You're so beautiful sucking me." His voice was deep and guttural. He thrust a few more times into my mouth, and then he went as still as a statue. 

A second later, I felt the hot splash of his cum in my mouth. I made a choking sound, but he held me in place, keeping me there till he had pumped my mouth full of his hot seed. 

He tasted a little bit bitter and salty, but it was the best thing I'd ever tasted in my life. When he pulled away, I dragged my tongue across my lips, lapping up any spare drop. 

"Do you like it?" He asked. 

"Yes, daddy, I love it." 

Suddenly his face hardened, "Get out!"