Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 96 9: Aleksei.

I've had my fair share of arguments with the angel.

She has been a teenage girl for our entire acquaintance, so this did not cas a surprise. When one of her younger tutors invited Georgina to a party, Georgina didn't bother askingif she could go, obviously knowing I would object. She merely attempted to sneak out, tiptoeing right past where I sat waiting in the driveway, drinking a cup of coffee. Her reaction was not pleasant. Especially when I enumerated the kind of trouble waiting for a fifteen-year-old girl at a house party. I cdangerously close to explaining what I would have done, in my former life, if I cacross her at a party. And I wasn't handcuffed by my vow.

She would have been flat on her back before she could blink, my dick so deep she would feel it in her little throat.

My thirst for Georgina is unmatched. Before the day I saw her looking so sad on the front porch, I'd spent my life providing for and protecting my family.

Moving up through the ranks of the Mafia. There was no tfor women, and I didn't give a shit. Yet the moment Georgina turned her green eyes on me, I was consumed. Obsessed. Never before had a female of any age even turned my head, but this one. She'd called to the deepest part of my soul. Life stopped being a burden and becsomething that would be spent making her happy.

Making her mine.

"Are we almost there?" My cock grows thick hearing her voice for the first tin an hour. "Da," I rasp. "Very close." She sits up straighter and scans the lush greenery we're passing. There's a definite curiosity in her expression, but not quite enough to overtake the stubbornness.

"You have been thinking very hard over there." "Yes, I have." Her arms are back to being crossed, and I sigh. "Would you like to share?" "Yes, I would." My patience thins rapidly, waiting for her to continue, but she finally does. "In the library, you said...you've been wanting to touchfor a long time." Fuck. My blood pumps fast and hot at having my hunger for her out in the open. "I've been a slavering beast in a cage, angel. Is not quite the sthing.

"Rright." Her posture loses sof its rigidness, and she begins talking in a rush. "Well, I was thinking about how you take off every Sunday night and you don't chuntil Monday afternoon." Seeing where this conversation is headed, my lips jump at one end. "What about it, angel?" "You're a man, Aleksei. And you might think I'm totally innocent — " "I don't think," I interrupt, unable to keep the steel out of my voice. "I knew you were innocent already, but now that I've had my finger buried in your extra — tight pussy, there's no question." "Fine," she returns, her cheeks pink. "But I'm smart enough to know men need...sex. So if you weren't touching me, who were you touching?" I glance over to find sweet little Georgina looking fierce as hell. I've been keeping close track of the clock, and we're only one hour from the end of my contract. But this display of jealousy is going to make the next sixty minutes feel like a fucking eternity. Because her Russian temperament would make her feisty and giving when in the green monster's grip. However, I will never know this for sure, because I will not give her a single second to feel jealous for the rest of her life. "I have touched no one since we met, Georgina. Only myself, while thinking of you. Is that clear?" Her anger seeps from her in degrees. "Yes." "Good. On Sunday evenings, I make this very drive, to check the progress of our home." "Our I am privileged to witness the moment she spies the house. There is no need to point it out to her, because she recognizes it. "Aleksei..." she whispers, her hands flying to her chest. "That's...is that...?" "Da." Pride gets trapped in my chest. "For you, angel." The moment the car is in park, Georgina unhooks her seatbelt and jumps from the car, running into the yard where I've pictured her millions of times.

Great, sweeping trees hang around on all sides of the white two-story hI commissioned, complete with a green roof and window shutters. Without removing my eyes from her, lest I miss her reactions, I step from the car and follow.

Once afternoon when Georgina was sick with the flu, I stood at the foot of her bed, watching every move made by the doctor. When the woman handeda prescription and left, Georgina askedto read her a book. On her shelf, I found a worn-out copy of Anne of Green Gables and learned it was her favorite. From that day forward, it beca tradition to read it to her when she ails. In the last five years, I have only been sick once and it only lasted one day. But I'll never forget when Georgina slipped into my dark room with her copy of Anne of Green Gables, curled up besideon the bead and read it, her voice musical and clear.

"It's the house on the cover of Anne of Green Gables." She spins around with tears in her eyes, launching herself into my waiting arms. "You did this? You... built this for me?" "Of course." Her hold tightens around my neck, and I lift her off the ground, my hands sliding down her back to cup such a tight backside. "Do you like it?" Her head lifts to reveal tears in her eyes, the moisture spiking her lashes.

"Like it? It's the most beautiful house in the world. It hasn't even sunk in yet." She turns toward the house and releases a choppy sigh. "Oh my God. Aleksei. Can we go inside?" Before she finishes asking, I'm already striding toward the entrance with Georgina's legs wrapped around my waist. As happy as Lam that she has reacted favorably to my gift, there's dread bubbling inside me. We arrived earlier than expected due to the lack of traffic, and there's a tick behind my eye, sharpness in my gut. Thirty minutes remaining until I can spill my need between my angel's thighs. How will I make it so long with our marriage bed within reach? Soon she will be yours in all ways. Just hold on a short while longer.

I unlock the door and we cross the threshold, flipping on the light as I've done on countless visits while furnishing the house. Georgina squeals at our surroundings, wiggling around on my cock to get down. My lips peel back in a growl, but I let her go, forcing myself to set aside my torment and memorize this moment.

Easier said than done.

She's the most incredible thing I've ever seen, running from room to room and gasping in delighted surprise at the open floor plan, the professionally decorated space. Her skirt swishes around her ass and thighs, her tits jiggling up and down beneath her tank top. My nis a constant exclamation on her lips. It remindsof the year I built her a reading nook in the pool house.

The first tshe crawled in to test it out, she invitedto cjoin her.

God help me, I almost did.

Holding myself in check becomes almost impossible when we go upstairs and she enters the bedroom. What will soon be our bed is a mere foot away, king-sized and softer than a cloud. I know this because I tested and discarded several choices before settling on the gold comforter and white silk sheets. She runs a finger over the bedding, and my loins tighten with need, my hands aching to push her backward on the mattress and fill the house with her screams. Somehow I manage to resist.

Whether I'd broken the vow that long-ago day or with ten minutes left on the clock, it would count as a failure. And I will not allow that to happen. So I hold tight to my patience and follow Georgina into the backyard, where she dances around the swimming pool and spins in joyful circles on the grass, laughing without a care, sunshine beaming down on her face.

I see the moment her earlier reservations set back in, however. Her smile dims slowly and she falls down cross-legged on the lawn. My heart is pounding in a frenzy by the tshe opens her mouth to speak. "It's everything I've ever dreamed of, Aleksei. Thank you. Knowing you care aboutthis much...well, you're the only one who has ever cared aboutenough to make my dreams ctrue." She wets her lips. "But this house and a life with you isn't my only dream. Why can't I have both?" "I have explained this to you." Her chin lifts. "Not in a way I can accept." This is not ideal timing for this discussion. Two minutes remain until five o'

clock and I'm already fully erect, my bonds beginning to shred in א.

anticipation of my need breakingn loose. The way she's sitting on the lawn is givinga peek at her smooth, taunting cunt, and it's taking everything insidenot to pounce on her. "I must bring you inside now, Georgina." Her eyebrows draw together. "Why?" The confusion flees from her expression. "Oh." "Yes. Oh." Feeling ready to snap, I crook my index finger at her. "Come. I will strip you on the way." A stubborn light goes on in her eyes. "No."

Inside my pants, hot cum leaks from the tip of my dick, dripping down my thigh. "I can wait no longer to fuck Georgina," Edon't realize I've You, denger moved closer until she's covered in my shadow and I'm looming above her where she reclines on the lawn.

"I've controlled myself for five years and it has taken a toll." With each shallow breath, her tits swell further over the neckline of her tank top. "You don't get to decide everything. Where I live. How I spend my future." She lets her thighs fall open. "Where you takethe first time." I drop to my knees with a bellow, fists shaking at my sides. "I was to breed you in our marriage bed, angel." She falls back on the grass and lifts her skirt, baring her drenched panties to me.

"Oops."