Submitting To My Stepbrothers novel Chapter 86

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I try to close my thighs, but he holds them open, pulling my skirt

higher until it’s almost exposing my panties. “H–how?”

His breath saws in and out against my ear. “Just play with it a

little. You can do that for Daddy, can’t you?” His middle finger

presses to my entrance through the barrier of my emerald–green

underwear. “And I’ll play with this sweet little treasure.”

He gently shifts me to his left thigh, so he can unzip his pants,

his erection pushing out, thick and ready, though still trapped

inside his black briefs. “I don’t know how, Big Daddy.”

Quickly, he uses the wrist of his sleeve to swipe at the sweat

forming on his upper lip. “Stroke it like you would pet a kitten.”

Without waiting, he snags my hand and guides it to his arousal,

grunting a curse when my touch finds him, testing him

curiously. “Don’t you want to see what happens when you pet it

long enough, baby?”

I gasp excitedly, my palm beginning to rake up and down his

steel shaft. “What happens?” The pads of Tristan’s fingers find

my clitoris and I whimper, squirming on his thigh as if confused

by the sensation coursing through me. “What’s h–happening to

me?”

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His mouth is open on my neck, his fingers delving down the front of my panties, parting my wet folds and rubbing, rubbing on that sensitive spot. “When we feel good between our legs, we come, little girl. We release. It’s the best feeling you can have -and do you know what it tastes like when Daddy comes from

his cock?”

“What?” I ask, wide–eyed, squirming through his touch.

“It tastes like candy.”

I suck in a breath, my legs literally trembling with excitement, my core clenching tighter and tighter with every knowing stroke of his fingers. “Candy?” I slide my hand into his briefs, fisting his bare erection. Pumping my fist up and down the length. “Can I

taste some?”

“Only if you’re a good girl,” he says roughly. “Only if you suck as hard as you can and swallow the candy down. All of it.”

“I will, Big Daddy. I promise,” I say solemnly, sliding off his desk to the space between his splayed thighs. This isn’t the first time I’ve taken Tristan into my mouth, but I pretend it is. I examine his swollen inches with youthful apprehension, kissing the trunk cautiously, before closing my mouth over the bulbous head and

swirling my tongue around it, experimentally.

“Oh, fuck yes, baby,” he growls, twining his fingers in my hair.

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“Suck the candy out.”

Flashing him a look that says I’m excited for candy, I pull a

significant portion of him into my mouth, fisting the enormous

base to hold him steady, stroking upward with a twisting wrist.

His huge balls fall through the V of his pants and I take a

moment to suck the left one into my mouth, tonguing it lovingly,

like he instructed me to do the first time, my hand still riding up

and down his sex, now lubricated by my saliva. I lick over to his

right ball and give it the same reverent treatment, glorying in the

way his thick thighs jolt, his hips shifting anxiously.

“It’s going to taste so good.” He tugs down my chin, his lower

body rolling forward, teeth clenched. “Just try and fit a little

more-”

A low buzz goes off in the room. “Mr. Hemsworth. John Amarie

is here to see you.”

I freeze in place with Tristan halfway down my throat. He goes

very still, too, before dragging his erection from my mouth with a

shaking hand, shoving it back into his pants. “Goddammit. What

the hell is your father doing here?”

“I–I don’t know…”

I start to crawl out from behind the desk, but Tristan shakes his head. “There’s nowhere in here to hide and he’ll see you if you

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leave, Lia. You have to stay put. There’s no choice.”

Hide.

There’s no choice.

There is a choice, though. He could come clean to my father

about us. We could explain to my father that we have feelings

for each other. Instead, I’m being kept hidden like a dirty secret.

And I can’t help what the clandestine nature of our trysts does

to my body. Our dynamic, our secrecy, makes me undeniably

hot. But it’s a little too real, too symbolic, being kept stuffed

beneath a desk. A little too patronizing.

To his credit, Tristan looks conflicted, even guilty, like he wants

to say something. But there’s no time. He barely manages to get

his pants zipped when the office door opens.

“Tristan,” my father says, his tone jocular. “It’s been too long.

How have you been?”

A creak tells me my father has taken a seat in front of the desk.

Literally a foot away from the back of my head. “John,” Tristan.

says, his tone flat. “How is business these days?”

“Incredible. Just incredible.” He clears his throat hard, a sign

that he’s lying–I know it well. “I took a meeting down the street

and I thought, hey, why not stop by and set up a round of golf

paty

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with my old buddy? Want to hit the green tomorrow morning?”

“Tomorrow morning.” Now it’s Tristan’s turn to clear his throat,

1. me. Be happy with it.

Coming forward on my knees, I reach between Tristan’s thighs and unzip his pants. He didn’t have time to pull up his briefs, so

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