Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

And now I know that he feels the exact same way.

Abby While we eat Luke asks questions about me and my life, genuinely seeming eager to learn more about me. I tell him about my lousy job at the coffee shop and the hard ass that is my boss. His eyes widen when I inform him of how I'm putting myself through college to be a nurse.

I can tell from his encouraging words that he's impressed, and it feels good to be acknowledged by someone like Luke for my hard work.

Luke goes into more detail about his firm, his two business partners, and his life in general. Though I'm trying to hang on to his every word, my attention begins to drift, and I get lost in his deep voice and the way his eyes shimmer slightly in the dim lights every time he smiles.

I try to keep my focus on the discussion, but it's getting harder to ignore the way my body is reacting around him. I shift around in my seat a little and rub my thighs together, trying my best to calm the ache that's relentlessly growing.

If he doesn't take me upstairs soon, I might explode from the frustration.

As the minutes go by, Luke and I become even more familiar with each other.

Laughing and sharing stories about our past. And the sexual tension between us continues to grow with every second.

Just when I'm thinking that I can't hold out any longer, Luke rises from his chair and comes next to me. "I think you've waited long enough," he says with a low chuckle. He extends his hand and helps me from my seat.

The warmth from his strong hand sends a current of electricity through my veins. He leads the way up the stairs, his hand firmly wrapped around mine.

With every step we take, my heart pounds loudly between my ears.

We reach one of the bedrooms and Luke turns to face me. "I hope you're not having second thoughts," he tells me while pulling me inside of the room.

I don't bother to respond. Instead, I move to the side of the oversized, four-poster bed placed squarely in the middle of the bedroom and proceed to take off my black high heels.

Luke strides across the room, stopping a few feet away from me. "Remove the dress slowly," he commands me in a husky tone.

I take a deep breath before doing as I'm told, my fingers fumbling with the zipper

at the back. I've never stripped off my clothes in front of anyone before. Putting myself on display for him is a foreign sensation.

But exciting at the same time.

Once I've managed to unzip it, my fingers curl around the straps, tugging downward inch by inch until my breasts are fully exposed. The cool air in the room brushes against them and the skin around my

nipples tightens making them

harden even more.

"Keep going," Luke says, his voice now a throaty whisper. The large bulge in his

pants twitches as his eyes roam over my half-naked body.

I continue to pull the tight, black fabric down, revealing more of my flesh to his darkened, hungry eyes Having a man like Luke gazing at me with so much arousal and excitement is probably the most thrilling thing I've ever experienced.

Luke can have any woman he wants, including supermodels. Yet the woman his mind and body desires is me.noveldrama

My heart is pounding so hard now that I can feel it in my throat. A shiver trails down my back once the dress is finally removed and I kick it to the side.

"Fuck, you're so damn gorgeous, Abby," Luke breathes and steps toward me, his hand reaching out to touch me. He plants it on my lower back, trailing his fingers down to the curve of my ass, and then pulls me closer to him.

His touch is firm and possessive yet somehow gentle all at once. The combination

is enough to have me trembling from the rush of excitement.

My fully naked body is now flush against his His stiff, long cock strains against his pants as it throbs and presses eagerly against my slippery pussy lips. The pressure from it sliding along my swotten clit forces a low moan to flow from my parted lips and I grind into him,

relishing in the sensation.

"Mm, that feels so good, sweetie," he growls in my ear. "I've been wondering how

wet and tight your pussy would be since I met you."

His hand moves from my butt and slides between my thighs, forcing another

moan out of me when a finger brushes against my sex. It slides back and forth along my slit, making me groan louder and buck my hips.