on. Despite knowing, he's too young for me, I still

Chels possess

shu

ver, his age made it seem like I was an old

ediately went to me. Those chocolate brown eyes racked through my body. He sta

?” He sneered, looking like

e robbed me of all coherent thought. His smell drove me craz

muscles to bulge. He has long discarded the jacket he w

s the tattoo that snaked out from his polo a

s breath. His voice got deeper and, not for t

oes he not smell like smoke, but his lips

ride. Having the hots for my stepson is one of the crimes I shouldn't commit, n

to think of a way out of this

t me as he took a step forward. He looked menacing wi

ance between us. The stare from him made it seem like

at my face before he turned and headed downstairs, whil

nged out of the gown I was putting on when he arrived. I

hort —not that short, though — and a loose crop top which was long enough t

lly said something. She must have be

I shook my head. If he doesn't like my choice

under his roof. I'm mar

e's ou

sake, Chels. He's too young for us. We are 11 years

argue further, not ready to ta

n't be having such thoughts about the son while I'm living

n the name! You are not cheating o

o argue much ab

s studies yet. He has been in there for close to thre

I haven't gotten a chance to ask Gordon about his name, and

turn. He pretended as if he were the only one

I tried not to sniff the air. I won't let

aking

ng. He continued to scroll through the channel

and through my golden hair and peered a

should know about?" I continued smiling like a fool,

, I

might be some side dishes, but I haven't decided o

with his eyes narrowed to slits. He looked mad,

as strong enough to make a feared

“I have a name, and that's not slu

e anyhow he pleases. Just because he scares

nts need help with naming kids.” He mocked befor

clenched my fists, “Suit yourself, you ungrateful child

n speak to me anyhow just because

way with words, but h

e. I kicked her to the back of m

shut her out, but I had to do that

As a side dish, I might make fries or chicken s

n't include his son because I

with the desserts. The ice cream cake is in the fridge. However, I want to make some f

the cupboard below. I rummaged in the cupboard until I found what I was

son with his eyes fixed on my butt. I jumped back

for anyone to see because of how I bent

face. “Bitch!” He muttered before he turned and left

at he was doing in the kitchen. Had h

task at hand. I finished everything before I put t

go upstairs to rest a bit. His son isn't in the parlour; so there i

ge out of my clothes. I got to the door of my room and made to op

nt to scare our neighbours —the birds— away? I st

e, but I'm determined to get him to do

music is loud; so I figured it would probably be lou

aced my hand on his doorknobs. I took a deep, steady breath before I pus

s legs spread. However, th

nak

th the tail curled on his neck. There is

as I finally understood why he

tely went to his hands, which he had wrapped around his cock. My eyes a

wn back, and his eyes tightly closed as he groaned. I licked

des

d the doorknob a

attoos on his body glittered, making him

before he slowly ran his hand up and down it

as I watched him. My pussy cl

I slipped my finger into my p

d him. Sweat trickled down his body, giving me this str

s pace. With a groan, he orgasmed. Just at the same time, I slid three fingers into my pussy

ealized he had stopped what he wa

banged the door before I ran straight into my