It seems to take hours to reach my Range Rover, but in reality it's only minutes. I have to keep stopping to kiss Sadie's sweet mouth, my hands running all over the delectable curves of her body. A few times, I swear we're not going to make it to the relative privacy of my vehicle, that I'm going to back her into the shadows and f**k her standing up in plain view of anyone passing by, but we make it somehow, my finger stabbing the button on my key ring to unlock the door.
As obsessed as I am with my stepdaughter, I underestimated how much. I was shortsighted to think I could take this slow and work on bringing us close when I love her so much. When I need to be inside her more than I need the blood in my veins. She is magnificent. She is mine. And I can't wait any longer to make that trut
