Page 44 of Unwrapped

“Yeah.”

“Are you happy?”

She looks up from the puzzle, surprised. “Of course I am. Why?”

“I just want to make sure you’re okay with everything that’s happened. It’s been a pretty big few days.”

She blinks. “Of course I’m okay with it. Vince, I want this.” She hesitates. “Why? Are you having second thoughts?”

“No,” I answer quickly. “Not at all.” I’ve spent so much time worrying about what all this means, and whether we’re making a terrible mistake, that I’ve barely allowed myself to acknowledge how happy I am. “I think I’m happier than I’ve been in a very long time.”

“Really?”

“I can’t promise I have everything figured out, sweetheart. But I’m not going to keep pretending I don’t have feelings for you.”

She smiles. “I know you’re worried about me. And I know this is complicated.” She glances down at her hands. “But Christmas was a really big deal for me, Vince. I mean, obviously. And I’m glad it was with you.” She looks up again. “Is it normal to want someone this much? Because . . . the second we stop, I want to start again.”

That makes me smile. “It is, kind of. Especially in the beginning. Although we might have already set some records.”

This gets a laugh out of her, and for a moment, we just stare at each other, smiling stupidly. Her cheeks are flushed, bringing out the warmth in her complexion, and her large, dark eyes hold mine. She has a beautiful mouth, full and softly curved, with a slight fullness to her lower lip. And as we look at each other, her smile morphs into something more wicked. My body instantly responds.

“God,” I say, shaking my head. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

“No?” she asks, eyes flicking down my body. “Why don’t you show me?”

Oh, fuck. My cock responds to that.

“Don’t tease me, little girl. I’m already getting hard for you.”

“Show me,” she says, with even more determination.

“All right.”

I lift my hips to push my sweatpants down just enough to free my cock. It’s already hard, throbbing against my palm as I wrap my fingers around the shaft. Sophie’s smiles gets wider, her cheeks flushing a deep pink.

“Look at this,” I say, starting to stroke myself slowly. “Look at what you do to me. You make me so fucking hard, Sophie. Just thinking about you. Just looking at you.”

Fuck, I am actually so hard for her right now, it’s unbelievable. She watches my hand hungrily, eyes wide, and it’s so fucking hot to show myself to her in this way, to let her see the cock that wants to be inside of her so bad, I shiver, my balls lifting as I stroke myself.

“It feels so good,” I tell her. “God, you make me feel so good, baby. You like watching me stroke my cock?”

“Yes,” she answers, without pulling her gaze away.

“Yeah? I’m ready to fuck you again. You want that? You wanna feel this cock inside of you?”

God—I’m stroking harder now, gripping myself tighter. It’s so fucking dirty, sitting on my couch, jerking myself off in front of my stepdaughter, her eyes watching me openly with hunger.

“Yes,” she answers again. “Oh God, yes, Vince.”

I lift my hips into my fist, everything in me narrowing down to the sensation of my hand on my shaft. But I want more. I want her breasts and body and mouth. I want her tight pussy around me.

“I need you, Soph,” I growl. “I need your pussy, honey.”

“I’ll get the condoms.” She gets up, walking quickly to the kitchen and returning a beat later with the strip of condom packets. She rips one off and hands it to me while she undresses, and I watch her, still stroking myself for a second, before loosening my grip to open the packet and roll the condom onto my dick.

She strips off her clothes, pulling her t-shirt up over her head to reveal her perfect little tits, stepping out of her sweatpants and panties. Peeling off her socks.

She straddles my lap, her knees on either side of my hips, and reaches for my t-shirt, lifting it up and pulling it off me, and then she runs her hands over my bare chest. I reach for one of her small, pert breasts, my thumb circling her nipple and making her moan. Then she lifts her hips and positions herself above me, before sinking down onto my cock.