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I’m close. Too close. I ease back, pulling myself from her mouth. “Let’s stop there,” I say, my chest heaving. “I want to make you come first before I do.”

I lift her onto the couch and then slide to the floor, pushing her thighs apart so that she’s spread open in front of me, her pussy flushed and slick. I lower my mouth to her and lick her slowly, circling her clit, then flattening my tongue and dragging it upward.

She cries out, her back arching off the couch. “Vince—oh!”

I suck her clit between my lips and flick my tongue over it, and her thighs clamp around my head. Her hands fly to my hair. I work her with my mouth until she’s shaking, her hips rolling against my face, little broken sounds falling from her lips.

“Come for me,” I murmur against her. “Let me feel it, baby.”

She comes with a gasp that turns into a moan, her body tightening, her pussy pulsing. I keep my mouth on her through it, gentling my strokes as the orgasm rolls through her, and when she collapses back against the cushions, panting, I kiss my way up her body.

“God, that was amazing,” she murmurs, her head lolling. “God, Vince.”

“Was that enough for today?” I ask cautiously, not wanting to push her. “Do you want to stop there for now?”

She huffs a laugh. “No! I told you what my gift was. I want you to take it.”

Fuck—my balls tighten.

“All right then.” I lean down and kiss her lips, softly, then her jawbone, her neck. “I need to go get a condom,” I say against her throat.

“Okay,” she breathes.

I’m back in thirty seconds, foil package in hand. Sophie has stretched herself out on the floor in front of the Christmas tree, her beautiful, ripe, naked body laid out for me.

“Fuck,” I growl, as I roll the condom down my length, enjoying the friction of my hand working its way down. Then I get down on my knees between her legs and position myself over her on one elbow.

“Tell me if it hurts,” I say, taking my cock in hand and pressing it against her entrance.

She nods, biting her lip.

I push in slowly, just the head, and feel resistance immediately. She’s tight. She makes a small, pained sound, and I freeze.

“Okay?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says, tightly. I hold still for a moment until her hands lift to my hips and she attempts to pull me forward.

I push forward another inch, and she sucks back a breath. Jesus, her pussy is hot and impossibly tight around me, and the effort of holding back, of not driving into her all at once, is excruciating.

“Breathe,” I tell her. “Relax for me.”

She takes a deep breath, and I feel her body ease around me. I slide deeper, another inch, and her hips lift to meet me.

“God,” she whispers. “It’s so big.”

To her, virgin and small, I must feel enormous. The thought alone is enough to make my cock throb inside her.

I work my way in by increments, letting her adjust, until I’m fully seated. She’s breathing hard, her eyes wide, her inner muscles fluttering around me in erratic pulses.

“Move,” she says. “Please move.”

I pull back and thrust forward, gentle, controlled, and she moans—a long, low sound that goes straight to my balls. I set a slow rhythm, each stroke easing her open a little more. Her body accepts me, adjusts to me, and with each thrust, the sounds she makes get needier, more desperate.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I lose what’s left of my control. My hips push forward harder, and she cries out—in pleasure, not in pain—her nails digging into my shoulders.

“Oh God,” she gasps. “Oh God.”

I fuck her the way I’ve wanted to since the first time I let myself imagine it—nice and deep, my cock driving into her tight, wet heat. She’s impossibly tight, squeezing me like a fist, and the sensation is making stars appear on the backs of my eyelids. Soon, I’m barely aware of anything that’s happening. Just moving on autopilot, chasing my agonizing need, wanting to fill my stepdaughter’s pussy with my cum. God, my balls are lifting, squeezing, everything inside of me going tight, my vision going dark.