Stepfather. Part 4

He just continued fucking me, not saying a word. His hand ran over my body, clutching at my ass, pushing against my stomach, positioning me by my shoulder. 



“Please,” I begged after a while. I was so close to coming again.



Alex stood up tall and lifted my body higher against the door. My legs automatically crossed over his ass, pulling him in tighter. He grabbed my breast and proceeded to fuck me harder than I ever imagined. The pounding was rough and constant, and very nearly too much.



His face tightened as he watched me come again. He groaned when my pussy squeezed his dick, pulling him in deeper. I shut my eyes, unable to handle the expression of naked desire and barbaric intent on his face.



His hand went to my hair, pulling it tightly so that I’d keep my eyes on him. 

And I knew it was always meant to be like this. We were destined to fuck every since we laid eyes on each other.



A growl built up from his chest and into his throat. By his