"Mommy's going to have to teach you some discipline," Kiana hissed into his ear, her voice low, warm with heat.
She slowly pulled her head back, sitting upright atop him—still straddling him with purpose. Her finger trailed from the side of his neck, smooth and unhurried, gliding downward.
Eyes locked on his, she let her hand travel to the first button of his jacket.
A smile tugged at her lips as she watched his body—so worked up, chest rising and falling in short, breathless bursts.Click.She undid the first button.
Then the next.And the next.
All the while, her gaze never left his.
The jacket parted, revealing the crisp white shirt beneath. One by one, the buttons came undone—until his bare chest was fully exposed.
Tight. Sculpted. Smoothly groomed.
Kiana inhaled sharply, lips parting at the sight of his skin—soft, warm, and flush beneath the surface.Gorgeous.
She let her fingers trail down his neck, then across his chest—gliding over muscle and heat with featherlight touches. Her palm pressed in gently, exploring him like a possession.
As her hand moved, she exhaled—slow and thick—her warm breath coming out in a condensed sigh of heat that hovered between them.
"You know what mommy likes?" Kiana whispered, her voice a sultry murmur as her finger slid slowly down his chest.
Her perfectly curved fingers traced a path over his skin, the tips of her manicured nails grazing him just lightly enough to make him shiver. Every movement was graceful, controlled, deliberate.
"A perfectly…" she began, trailing off as she leaned down.
Her breath met his in warm bursts—slow and humid—carried on each word as she closed the distance. Closer… and closer.
Her mouth parted, exhaling directly onto his skin—hot, condensed breath sweeping over his chest as her body pressed nearer. She ground gently against him, closing every last bit of space.
Their noses brushed.
Their eyes locked.
Kiana's gaze bore into his, intense and unreadable, her pupils dilated, her lashes low. She didn't blink.
Liend swallowed hard, his throat dry.
Her eyes dropped—from his pupils, down over his lips. Those lips, plush and full, slightly cracked from the dry morning air.
He lay beneath her—breathing hard, heat pouring through him.
"…built son," Kiana finished, her voice melting into a whisper.
She tilted her head slightly, aligning her face with his—her gaze flicking to his lips, dry and untouched, lips that had gone ignored in all the heat and haze.
Hers, in contrast, were soft—plush, blooming, and wet. Nurtured by gloss, breath, and careful affection. Lips made tender through years of self-care… and recently, with thoughts of him.
And now?
She was about to share that care. That warmth. That softness.
All of it.
With the one person who made her feel the most alive.The blood that wasn't hers—yet somehow felt like her own.The boy who drew more feeling from her than anyone else ever could.Her son.
Her step-son.
Kiana leaned in, eyelids heavy with need, the moment stretching—thick and breathless.
Her lips inched closer, trembling with restraint, heart thudding against her ribs.
And beneath her, Liend lay still—his body thrumming, every heartbeat echoing in his chest as his mind fogged, overwhelmed by the intensity of his step-mom's sudden advance. His breath came in short, ragged bursts, lungs struggling to steady themselves, waiting—waiting for his Step-mom's assault to be over.
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Kiana slowly rolled her tongue out—warm, slick, and glistening with spit.
She watched him, her gaze never wavering, eyes locked on Liend's face. A soft smile curled across her lips, playful and tender—yet dangerously intimate. Her tongue remained extended, her mouth slowly parting wider, breath trembling with anticipation.
Saliva gathered—more and more—the closer she leaned in.
Her face hovered above him, and from the tip of her tongue, a long, trembling thread of spit stretched in the silence.
And then—
Drip.It fell.
The warm droplet landed on Liend's lips.
The sudden contact sent a shiver up his spine. The drop, suspended in the cold air only seconds earlier, now smeared warmly across his skin. His dry lips instinctively parted, a subtle surrender before he even realized it.
He was still. Breathless. Overwhelmed. Utterly unprepared beneath her—for what was happening—yet unable to stop it.
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Seated firmly atop Liend, Kiana could feel the tension mounting beneath her.
His bulge pressed harder against her bare hip, straining beneath the fabric. Above him, Liend's lips slowly parted—unconsciously, helplessly.
Kiana understood him without a word.
A quiet moan slipped from her own parted lips, soft and breathy. She pressed her hips downward—purposefully—grinding against the tent in his pants, coaxing him further into the heat they both shared.
Then, with a languid motion, Kiana extended her tongue—further.
Smooth, slick—like jelly—it descended slowly through the space between them, moving deliberately.
And then—
It met him.
Her tongue brushed the hard edge of his front teeth, the contact light but electric. A jolt ran through Liend's body, stealing his breath as he exhaled sharply.
His warm breath rushed straight into Kiana's open mouth, landing softly against her tongue.
She inhaled it—savoring the warmth, the nearness, the taste of him—like it was something she had longed for.
Kiana pressed closer.
Her tongue—slick with saliva now mingled with Liend's—slid forward, pushing gently between his upper lip and gum. The movement was slow, invasive, deliberate.
Liend's upper lip bulged subtly from the pressure, outlined by the shape of her tongue nestled just beneath the surface. She pushed deeper, her breath warming the space between them, eyes heavy—glazed with desire.
Tilting her head, Kiana adjusted her angle—lowering her lips.
She clasped his upper lip between her own and the tongue still nestled underneath, cradling it from both sides—soft and wet.
Then she sucked.
Firm, rhythmic pressure.
Her upper lip and tongue moved in tandem—working together, teasing, savoring, drawing in every trace of his taste.
Inside or out—she wanted all of him.
Meanwhile, Liend lay beneath her—motionless, breath shallow—his body forced to yield beneath the slow, wet invasion of Kiana's tongue.
From above, her tongue dripped steadily, trails of warm saliva slipping past his lips and into his mouth, leaving him no choice but to swallow. Again and again. Every drop.
Each slick thread she produced was taken in—his only response a helpless gulp, lips parted, throat working.
And above him, Kiana lost herself.
Intoxicated by his taste. Consumed by his presence.
Everything else—reality, restraint, the world outside this moment—faded.
There was only Liend.And the overwhelming need to have all of him.