Semua Bab Daddy’s Girl [ Her Mother's Husband]: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Stephane POV::"Let me go. I won't walk away, I promise. I can't talk like this." Aleen says, avoiding my eyes even though we are close enough for me to have her scent imprinted in my head. My chest fucking hurts as I comply, letting go of her, she steps away from me quickly like she couldn't get away from me faster. It breaks me. I truly can't fathom what is going through her head. I want to punch myself in the face. "Okay. Talk to me, Aleen." We are in the living area, on separate couches, farther apart than I am comfortable with. But I keep my face and expression calm and controlled. Knowing that I have to present an encouraging demeanour for her to be comfortable enough to say whatever is eating at her. "I don't know how to say this without coming across as immature or whatever." She starts, still avoiding my eyes. It guts me. That she won't even look me in the eyes. How did we get here? Just hours ago, we were in sync like wild animals in heat. Fated and all. That was the best

Stephane pulls me into a kiss, taking the words from my lips and turning them into a sigh. He kisses me long and hard, like I wasn't just sucking him off. I am sure he can taste himself on my tongue and he doesn't seem to mind, kissing me mindless with his usual expertise, I melt in his arms. How can I not fall for him? What chances do I have? Falling for him is a force that bends my will like it is soft yielding metal. There is only so much I can do about it."You are everything." He says when he pulls back from the kiss, resting his forehead against mine, I breathe him in, refusing to open my eyes because if I do, then he will see everything I am incapable of saying. Everything I am incapable of hiding properly. So I keep them closed and smile shyly. "Thank you?" I say, and he chuckles, the humour vibrating through his body, I feel it in his chest, solid and reassuring against mine. And bare. His nipples are like pebbles against mine, hard. I am still so turned on. I want to bounc

I scramble for words. I come up blank. I just stand there, watching him watch me. The water blasting away at us, everywhere. We are both completely naked, it should feel weird or vulnerable, but instead it is just normal, like this was normal and what we were. "Aleen?" He calls to me, cocking his head to the side. I can't believe the man, he has the gall to be impatient. How is this normal? Why would he want to wash my hair? Isn't that something people in a romantic relationship did together? Are we in a romantic relationship? "But why?" I ask, I have to speak louder because the hot water is fogging up the stall. He leans in close, his body engulfing mine, I gasp when my breasts touch his hard chest, our hips are only about an inch apart, I can feel his cock against my thigh. Electricity, pure electricity rambles through me, making me feel like I am about to be set on fire. And yet it is wet all around us. Water. Heat. Everything in between. "Why not." He says, not ask. I look up

I don't know how much time passes between my explosive climax in the bathroom to me now laying on Stephane's master bed, eager for more. Wet and pliant and ready for him. He hurried to the other room to get something and I am laying here, legs spread wide apart, lust running through my bloodstream like a drug. I have never wanted anything as much as I want him right now. He returns with a strong looking leather corded rope in his hands. Eyes glittering dangerously, he is fully naked and rock hard, his huge cock resting up against his lower belly. My mouth waters at the sight. I do love his cock. I don't know if cocks can be called pretty, but if they can, then his definitely is. He has a pretty darn great looking cock. And I know the context right now requires that I think about his cock, but I can also understand that I am doing it too much, it has become weird. "I am going to tie and bind you in a restrictive position, then I am going to fuck you till you can't think of anything.

Aleen's POV::When I wake up, I can immediately tell it is late at night, probably midnight. The soft lighting of the room, the full moon outside, it looks like I could reach out the window and touch the luminescent beauty hanging in the sky against the backdrop of the concrete jungle that is downtown Manhattan.I am alone on the huge bed. Covered to the chin with the heated duvet, I smile knowing it is Stephane's doing. I am awake but my brain is still slow, taking a while to come fully awake. I am completely naked under the duvet too. Flashbacks of the sex comes to me, I pull my wrists out to look at them, there are tiny red marks on them, I know it will be the same around my ankles too. Heat gushes through me, remembering how many times he made me come. And he did not stop till I was practically numb and drunk on him. Just as he promised. I wonder where he is. I can't tell when he left the bed, I only know we fell asleep in a cuddle, holding each other tight like we were eachother