Prologue 👁👄👁

77 4 0
                                    

 I was sick of being the good little girl

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

I was sick of being the good little girl. That was the reason he still saw me as a child who couldn’t hold her own in the big leagues.

             ......................................

Well, if he wanted to play games with me, I could play right

back. And I was going to play to win.

              ....................................

“No sir. Like you said before, tonight you’re not my uncle. You’re just a man, and I’m just a woman.
                               .

                               .

                               .

He yanked the bodice of my dress down, exposing my breasts for his hungry eyes.

“You are gorgeous,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

                     ................................

Then he dipped his head down to take my nipple in his hot mouth. His tongue swirled around my hard bud, wet and thrilling. I ran my fingers through his hair.

“Oh god, that feels good.”

His hands caressed my thighs while he licked at my breasts. His touch left trails of hot fire on my skin and sent waves of desire pulsing into my clit.



                  .................................
                


My Step BillionaireWhere stories live. Discover now