Craving My Stepson

"What are you doing here..." Ace licked his lower lip, "Sabrina?" 

"Touch me," I said finally. 

"You were just with Daddy a few seconds ago. What do you want with me?" he asked, but then he tried to turn away. I grabbed him by his hand immediately and pressed his palm onto my breasts. Then I took the other hand and placed it on my other breast as I squeezed them softly. 

"Touch me, Ace. I want you to take me now," I murmured. 

"Go meet daddy to do that. Besides, you were just all over him even when you promised me you wouldn't let him touch you." 

I clicked my tongue. "Oh, Ace." Leaning forward, I slipped my fingers beneath the hem of my skirt, and in one fluid motion, I slid my lacy thong down my legs. Rising slowly, I let a mischievous smile tug at my lips as I perched on the edge of his bed. Both of my feet came to rest on the mattress, and I lifted my skirt, spreading open my legs. With a playful flick of my wrist, I tossed the thong towards him, only for him to catch it mid-air without missing a beat. 

He pressed it to his face, inhaling deeply the smell of my pussy on the fabric. 

I smirked. "You can do better than that, Ace." I licked my middle finger and rubbed my clit slowly with it. "Eat me." 

"But I'm just your stepson-" 

"I was only performing my duties as a wife, you can't punish me for that. Now, take me... Ace! Fuck me. I don't have much time." 

He scoffed. "We have enough." He shoves the thong into his mouth while his towel fell off his waist as he loomed over me. Slowly, I shifted upward until I got to the headboard, and my head found the pillow. Ace followed, hovering above me.

* * * * * * * *

Hi, I'm Sabrina. I just turned eighteen, and I'm already on my way to meet my mystery husband. 

Yes, you heard me right. I am married. 

Years before I was born, my late Father took a loan from Mr. Scott, a business tycoon, to save his struggling business, but it ultimately failed, leaving my dad with a debt of twenty million dollars, minus interest. Unable to pay the money and face Mr. Scott, my father died, leaving my mother, who was already pregnant with me at that time. 

Mr. Scott remained adamant and refused to let the money go. So, the day my mother gave birth to me, he came to her and said, "If you can't raise twenty million dollars before your daughter's eighteenth birthday, I will come and take her as my bride." 

My mother agreed, hoping to pay back before I turned eighteen. But life unfortunately doesn't work that way. 

Now, here I am on my way to my husband's house. 

I didn't know about this arrangement for years until my birthday,