Page 17 of New Year, New Baby
But those words only make me angrier.
“Oh yeah?Well, I might as well be a ghost living here because ever since you kissed me on New Year’s Eve, you haven’t done a damned thing to acknowledge it!I could be dead to you!I could be invisible!Who does that, anyways?Who kisses and caresses a young woman, only to turn a cold cheek afterwards, pretending like I don’t even exist?”
Hunter’s big form is so still now, that it vibrates from his seated position on the couch.There’s tension coming off his massive frame, like he’s a huge cat about to pounce.
“I’ve been avoiding you because I want what’sbestfor you, Nova,” he says through gritted teeth, those blue eyes glowing.“Trust me.It’s not because I don’t want to touch you.It’s because Ican’t.”
“And why not?”I scream, practically hysterical now.“Is it because I’m gross?I’m fat?Because I’m on birth control, which means I’m sleeping with other guys?”
“Are you?”Hunter demands in a tight voice, his big hands gripping the arms of the sofa now, knuckles bone-white.He leans forward, unconsciously signaling how important my answer is to him.“Sleeping with other men, I mean?”
“It’s none of your business, but what do you think?”I shriek, my blonde hair practically electrified with rage now.“Why would I need birth control otherwise?”
Of course, I’m not sleeping with anyone, but Hunter doesn’t have to be let in on that particular fact.It’s not his business and by now, I’m so angry that flames dart from my yes.The man of the house can go to hell.
Yet never underestimate an alpha male because Hunter’s as still as a statue one moment, my words churning in the air between us.Then, he strikes like lightning.Before I can process what’s happening, Hunter’s on me, his mouth ravaging mine as his big hands manhandle my body.
“Fuck,” he rasps.“I can’t stand it.I can’t stand the thought of another man touching you.”
I want to tell him that I was just baiting him, and that no one’s touched me but him, but the sensations coursing through my veins make it impossible for me to speak.Hunter rips my jacket off my shoulders, before yanking my sweater over my head.My big tits fall out, braless, and he groans while taking in the ivory mounds.
“Oh shit,” the alpha male groans before squeezing the flesh in his hands, pulling and twisting at the nipples.Hot jolts of pleasure go straight from my tits to my cunt, making me inhale with pleasure.
“Mmmm!”is my cry.“Oooh, Hunter!”
“Yes baby,” the alpha male groans, lifting each breast in a big hand before dropping his lips to place a kiss on each nipple.“You can’t imagine how much I’ve dreamed of this.How I keep seeing you like this again and again, all the time.You’ve been driving me crazy.”
Holy cow, is he speaking the truth?Has he been fantasizing about me ever since we had our illicit interlude on New Year’s Eve?But I can’t stop to process because Hunter’s making mefeel.My leather mini-skirt is unzipped, dropping to the floor in a heap, revealing the tiniest black lace thong, the gusset already wet with my need.
“Fuck baby,” Hunter groans again, rubbing his hand along the outside of the fabric, the scratchiness making me cry out with pleasure again.“You look so beautiful like this.”
I know what he sees: a lush, teenage blonde, nude except for a tiny pair of panties and sky-high, fuck-me boots.But I want more.
“Please, Daddy,” I beg against his mouth.“Give it to me.I need it.”
“Oh, I’ll give it to you, baby girl,” he rasps in return before seizing my plush lips with that hard, masculine mouth.“There’s nowhere to run, sweetheart.”
But the problem is that I don’twantto run.I mewl, going boneless, as the powerful alpha male seizes my panties in one big fist before ripping them off me and leaving me bare.The shock of his action makes me gasp, but Hunter doesn’t stop.Those big fingers gently stroke my labia, savoring the puffiness, before pulling them apart.
“Fuck baby,” he moans, looking down at my deep pink, glossy interior.“You need it, don’t you?”
Then, he does the same trick from last time: rubbing the underside of my stiff clit, and then stroking circles around it, before going back to rub the underside once more.
“Ahhh,” I gasp, literally feeling dizzy as my pussy floods his hand.“Oh Hunter, that feels so good!”
“I know, and you’re so responsive,” he mutters, watching avidly as my body responds.“Your tits are so big, and your pussy’s soaked, baby.I know you’re fertile.I can feel it.”
That’s weird because Hunter can’t possibly think I’m fertile.He gave me the birth control pills himself!But there’s no opportunity to clarify because Hunter pinches my clit then, and my knees really do give out.I collapse into the big man’s arms, and he lets out a low chuckle, catching me just before I end up in a heap on the floor.Then, he transports me over to the couch, spreading me out for his gaze with one leg lifted, and one leg on the ground.My big breasts are like puddles of ice cream, ivory and begging to be kissed, and my pulsing pussy weeps, ready for his possession.
“Please,” I whimper again, cupping my full breasts in offering to the huge man.“I need you, Daddy.”
Harsh streaks decorate the alpha male’s cheekbones as he sheds his clothing.That’s when my breathing really does stop because I’ve never seen Hunter fully naked before, and the sight puts Adonis to shame.My stepfather has the sculpted physique of a gladiator, with thick, slab-like pectorals; brawny arms; and a six pack like a washboard.His thighs are powerful and huge, ready to stomp enemies, and his waist defined and ridged with muscle.
But it’s his cock that makes me whine with nervous energy because I’ve only seen the tip before, dangling beneath his gym shorts.But now it’s out in the open, a deep, shiny purple, and at least ten inches long.It’s erect and stiff, with glorious veins running along the sides, and my eyes go wide as my pussy gushes again.
“Oh my,” is my breathless mewl, unable to stop staring as Hunter growls and caresses his cock with one hand, squeezing it so that a bead of come pearls at the tip.
“Like what you see?”he rasps, a smile playing dangerously at the corner of his lips.“Or are you scared?”
