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STEPDADDY TAKES ME ON A RIDE PART XI

Author: Nancy Grey
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-28 05:05:35

It was quick, soft, almost like testing the waters. I tried to step back immediately, embarrassed at my own boldness, my hands fumbling at my sides.

But he didn’t let me.

His hands slid to my waist, strong and warm, and in one smooth movement he pulled me against him so tightly I gasped. My lips parted, and in that moment he kissed me back, deep and full of heat, his mouth claiming mine like he had been waiting for it all along.

The kiss grew harder, more desperate. His lips pressed again and again against mine, and I could taste him, feel him, smell him. Everything about him filled my senses. I couldn’t even think anymore. My arms went around his neck on their own, holding him, clinging to him like I couldn’t bear the thought of letting go.

And then he lifted me.

I let out a small, surprised sound, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, my body pressing even closer to his. His strength amazed me—he carried me like I weighed nothing, as if I was light as air in his arms. My
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