My Step Billionaire (Taboo First Time Bareback Romance) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Darla Daughter
taking care of my stepdaughter Brianna. She was a pain in the ass on the best of days, and on a day like this, every little thing she did seemed to get on my nerves. I figured my best bet was to avoid her.
I was sitting in the living room on the couch, trying to cool off beneath the struggling ceiling fan, when she came in and plopped on the couch beside me. She was wearing a white T-shirt that clung to her body like a second skin. I could see the dark circles of her nipples clearly through the thin material, and a pang of lust pulsed within me.
Instead of pants, all she wore was a pair of pink bikini bottoms that hugged her pussy tightly. The thin line of her slit was clearly visible. I felt a stirring in my shorts and I looked away, trying my best to push aside the forbidden thoughts that were forming in my head.
At nineteen years old, Brianna was definitely a hot piece of ass. Too bad she was my stepdaughter and annoying as hell.
“Why can’t you fix the air conditioner?” she asked in a whiny voice.
She always acted this way when she was in a bad mood, reverting to a bratty child throwing a tantrum.
“Because I’m a teacher, not a repair man,” I said.
“Ugh, why couldn’t mom have married a guy who was good with his hands?”
I resisted the urge to tell her that part of the reason her mother and I had gotten together was because I was good with my hands. It was tempting. I would have loved to see the look on her face if I told her how much her mother moaned when I used my hands.
Obviously, I couldn’t say that because it was inappropriate, but sometimes I thought the easiest way to make Brianna shut up would be to shock her into silence.
“I told you, the repair man will be here tomorrow. Until then, we’re just going to have to stay cool. Can you do that for me? Can you just be cool for once?”
Her mouth dropped open in an offended expression. “I’m always cool,” she protested, crossing her arms under her breasts and pushing them up invitingly. I did my best to ignore them.
Instead, I laughed at her, louder than was necessary. I wanted to piss her off. If she was going to annoy me, I was going to annoy her right back. The heat had me all twisted and I was running out of patience.
I supposed the other option would be to bend her over my lap and spank that ripe little ass of hers. Then she’d really see what I could do with my hands.
I sighed. What the hell was wrong with me today? Maybe her mother had been gone for too long. Maybe I just needed some relief. Not that her mother had been taking care of business in the bedroom recently.
Brianna continued to pout with her lower lip pushed out and her eyes seething with rebellion. I had seen that look before, and I knew that I had to defuse the situation before she went nuclear.
“I was just kidding,” I said. “You want a glass of iced tea?”
“I don’t want anything from you,” she replied. “I don’t even want to see your stupid face. I’m going outside.”
I shrugged. “Suit yourself, but it’s hotter out there than it is in here.”
“At least there’s a breeze outside,” she said. “And I can work on my tan.”
She was probably right. Even beneath the ceiling fan, the air in here felt sticky and heavy. Outside might actually be the better option. That didn’t matter though. I was just happy that she would be out of my hair for a little while. And quite frankly, I could use a little alone time to take the edge off my raging libido.
Brianna got off the couch and hurried toward the stairs. I watched her firm round ass as she bounded upstairs, feeling a slight twinge of guilt in my chest and a massive twinge of arousal in my shorts. The way she moved was hypnotic.
She always ran around the house wearing too little clothing, but it always seemed to get worse whenever her mother was out of town. Her clothing choices went from
I was sitting in the living room on the couch, trying to cool off beneath the struggling ceiling fan, when she came in and plopped on the couch beside me. She was wearing a white T-shirt that clung to her body like a second skin. I could see the dark circles of her nipples clearly through the thin material, and a pang of lust pulsed within me.
Instead of pants, all she wore was a pair of pink bikini bottoms that hugged her pussy tightly. The thin line of her slit was clearly visible. I felt a stirring in my shorts and I looked away, trying my best to push aside the forbidden thoughts that were forming in my head.
At nineteen years old, Brianna was definitely a hot piece of ass. Too bad she was my stepdaughter and annoying as hell.
“Why can’t you fix the air conditioner?” she asked in a whiny voice.
She always acted this way when she was in a bad mood, reverting to a bratty child throwing a tantrum.
“Because I’m a teacher, not a repair man,” I said.
“Ugh, why couldn’t mom have married a guy who was good with his hands?”
I resisted the urge to tell her that part of the reason her mother and I had gotten together was because I was good with my hands. It was tempting. I would have loved to see the look on her face if I told her how much her mother moaned when I used my hands.
Obviously, I couldn’t say that because it was inappropriate, but sometimes I thought the easiest way to make Brianna shut up would be to shock her into silence.
“I told you, the repair man will be here tomorrow. Until then, we’re just going to have to stay cool. Can you do that for me? Can you just be cool for once?”
Her mouth dropped open in an offended expression. “I’m always cool,” she protested, crossing her arms under her breasts and pushing them up invitingly. I did my best to ignore them.
Instead, I laughed at her, louder than was necessary. I wanted to piss her off. If she was going to annoy me, I was going to annoy her right back. The heat had me all twisted and I was running out of patience.
I supposed the other option would be to bend her over my lap and spank that ripe little ass of hers. Then she’d really see what I could do with my hands.
I sighed. What the hell was wrong with me today? Maybe her mother had been gone for too long. Maybe I just needed some relief. Not that her mother had been taking care of business in the bedroom recently.
Brianna continued to pout with her lower lip pushed out and her eyes seething with rebellion. I had seen that look before, and I knew that I had to defuse the situation before she went nuclear.
“I was just kidding,” I said. “You want a glass of iced tea?”
“I don’t want anything from you,” she replied. “I don’t even want to see your stupid face. I’m going outside.”
I shrugged. “Suit yourself, but it’s hotter out there than it is in here.”
“At least there’s a breeze outside,” she said. “And I can work on my tan.”
She was probably right. Even beneath the ceiling fan, the air in here felt sticky and heavy. Outside might actually be the better option. That didn’t matter though. I was just happy that she would be out of my hair for a little while. And quite frankly, I could use a little alone time to take the edge off my raging libido.
Brianna got off the couch and hurried toward the stairs. I watched her firm round ass as she bounded upstairs, feeling a slight twinge of guilt in my chest and a massive twinge of arousal in my shorts. The way she moved was hypnotic.
She always ran around the house wearing too little clothing, but it always seemed to get worse whenever her mother was out of town. Her clothing choices went from
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