Craving My Stepson

Unable to stop Ace from coming with me, I went up to my room and changed. Mary had already received instructions from my husband. She was also handed a black card to give to me, in which I will use to pay for anything I want.

Upon leaving, Ace pulled me aside again, asking that I tell Mary to stay back.

"And why should I do that?" I asked.

"I want us to use this opportunity to know each other better, and what better time to do so than when we're alone?" he chuckled, stepping closer to me. "Go tell her it'll just be the two of us."

"And what if she says no-"

"There's no way she would say no. You are her boss, and she is meant to listen and do whatever you ask her to do," he cut in.

"Well, not like you did," I muttered.

Ace walked over to the car while I went back inside, stopping Mary, who was about to step outside.

"Mary, I was thinking maybe Ace, and I went on this spree alone," I said in a soft tone.

"Just you two alone?" she asked as expected.

"Yes. If he's going to be my stepson, I have to at least be acquainted with him. Almost everyone in the house likes me, so I want to use this opportunity to introduce myself to him as well."

She sighed. "That's okay, Sabrina. I guess you do have to build that relationship one way or another. I'll be staying then."

"Thank you," I smiled and walked away.

Ace and I began our trip to the most luxurious stores in all of Beverly Hills. We shopped for things I needed and didn't need at all. Our last stop was at a fancy clothes store.

After Ace helped me pick out some clothes, we were taken into a private dressing room separated from the others. It was a space only for us, no cameras, and we were alone.

I stepped behind the curtains to try out the first dress Ace picked for me. Just as I took off the clothes I was wearing, leaving only my underwear, Ace walked in.

"What are you doing?" I gasped, instantly picking up my cloth to cover myself up.

"You have a pretty body. Is my father going to enjoy all of it alone?" he asked in a low, deep tone.

"What are you talking about?" I asked even though I already knew what he was talking about.

"Don't tell me you guys haven't done it yet?" he chuckled.

"No, we haven't, and it's none of your business. Leave, Ace," I snapped, despite how badly I wanted him to come closer.

"Are you sure you want me to leave? This little errand was supposed to help us get closer, wasn't it?" he said, taking a step slowly towards me. "But I promise to leave, only if that's what you want. Really."

"Well," I swallowed. "Since you're already here, you can as well help me with the dress."

"Even better, how about I help you with something else?" he said as he lunged at me.

I had my back against the wall as he pressed his body against mine. My crotch was pressed right on his knees. An accidental brush up triggered my head to make dirty thoughts, and then he cupped my boobs. We exchanged glances. My cheeks were flushed, but I didn't push him away.

He pressed me some more, fondling my boobs softly as I bit my lips, soft exhales escaped my lips. Ace began kneading my pussy with his fingertips through the fabric of my panties. I widened my legs a bit, inviting him to touch me even more. He shifted open my panties, rubbing my clit, spreading the juices my pussy was producing all over.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pressed his forehead on mine.

"Do you like it?" he whispered. "Is this how father touched you last night?"

With a trembling voice, I spoke. "He never touched me... he never... uh-" I moaned softly, unable to finish my sentence.

"Good, let's keep it that way," he smirked. "He's way older than you anyway, you need someone young and vibrant like me to please you and make you happy."

I could see his poor cock hard and throbbing in his trousers. He pressed my clit some more, tracing the folds of my slit, up and down, and feeling the nub of my protruding clit. It was like he sensed my breathing because he changed as he began teasing my arousal.

"This feels soooooo good, Ace," I bit my lips, trying to control my breathing. "Please don't stop."

He toyed and played with me as my eyes closed. I rocked gently against his fingers, digging into his fingertips.

"I want to cum," I announced.

I groaned as Ace penetrated me with his fingers. My palms found Ace's throbbing cock, and I rubbed on it gently.

"I will make you cum if you agree to something," he whispered into my ear.

"What is that?" I asked in a soft tone.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked.

"Your girlfriend? But I'm married to your father," I muttered.

"I don't care. I like you, and I want us to keep being this close. My father doesn't have to know, no one does. It'll just be you and me. Please, be my girlfriend," he pleaded.

This was something I've always wanted. And now, Ace was saying to me that he liked me and wanted me to be his girlfriend. Of course, my answer was always going to be...

"Yes, Ace,'' I smiled. "I'll be your girlfriend."

"Good," he smirked. "Now, cum for me."

He began fingering me at a faster but gentle pace. He lifted my leg up, his knees rested on the wall, and he dropped my feet on his leg. My legs were even wider now. He fingered me deeply.

My body trembled in excitement and intense pleasure. He came closer and we locked lips. Kissing each other passionately while he continued fingering me. I rocked and sighed as orgasm shook through my body with Ace fingers deep inside my tight pussy hole.

"Good girl," he chuckled as cream-like fluid poured out of my pussy. "Now remember our promise."

"Of course, I know how to keep secrets."