MY TABOO STEP DADDY
“C-Can you give me her?”
I shake my head, wrap my hand around his cock, softly. If I cling too hard, he might snap. He might know it’s me.
He moans through gritted teeth and looks away. His eyes shut, lips twitching. Tristan has many demons. From his childhood, his days in the church, his sister. All in one head.
TanBear is a strong man.
My man.
He’s dripping in my hand now. Still muttering gibberish. I push him back on the sheets, part his thighs, and settle between his legs.