Read The Billionaire's STEP Surrogate for Free Online Page A

thought that maybe she could remind her mother of the importance of her family in the process of setting herself free.
     
    She looked at Carter, at his handsome, chiseled face. He could’ve been a model, if he’d wanted to, showing off his body in the name of Calvin Klein. She could just imagine him up on a billboard downtown, his rippling abs, hard pecs, and smoldering eyes on display for everyone to see and envy.
     
    She licked her lips, tasting the slick, strawberry-flavored gloss spread across them, and pushed herself up onto her hands so that she and her stepfather were mere inches from each other.
     
    “I think that I know a way to get you what you want,” she said softly, afraid that if she spoke too loud, it would shatter the reservoir of courage she’d mustered. “A way that benefits us both.”
     
    Carter looked into her eyes. Kayla noticed he was breathing a little heavier, and there was a flare of desire burning in his gray eyes. “I know,” he whispered back. “I know exactly what you’re thinking, Kayla, because I’m thinking it, too.”
     
    Kayla swallowed hard. She hadn’t expected him to catch on to her—not before she’d begun, anyway. Trembling, she watched as her stepfather swept his hand slowly up her leg, approaching the shaven mound between her thighs, the one just barely covered by the sheer panties he’d caught a surreptitious glance of earlier.
     
    She knew he was still thinking of that moment. She hadn’t been able to keep it out of her mind, either. She closed her eyes, quelling the nerves inside of her as Carter grazed the coarse pads of his fingers over the seam of her underwear.
     
    “Jesus,” she whimpered, biting hard into her lower lip. “We’re… we’re really gonna do this…”
     
    “Not if you say no,” Carter murmured. She could feel his hot stare on her, could feel the embers of his eyes burning into her flesh as he exposed her thighs inch by inch.
     
    Kayla shook her head. “Don’t stop,” she said, looking up into his eyes. “Please, Daddy. Don’t stop…”
     
    He shuddered at the word “Daddy,” and Kayla smiled and bit her lip. This was going to be even dirtier than she’d thought.
     
    She let her stepfather push her skirt up around her waist, revealing her hips and the flat plane of her taut belly. Carter sucked in a breath through his teeth, trailing his fingers over her skin and winding them into the waistband of her panties. He slowly tugged them aside, his gaze fixed on her smooth, glistening lips, dewy with the evidence of her lust.
     
    “Have you… had boys before?” he asked her as he parted her folds, exploring the pink petals gingerly.
     
    Kayla moaned softly, tilting her head back so that her long, golden hair spilled over her shoulders. “No, Daddy,” she said, spreading her legs a little wider so he could see. “No boys… And never a man like you.”
     
    She felt her nipples harden into perky buds as Carter wetted his finger in her silken desires, then slipped it into her hole, making her gasp as she took him in up to his knuckle. Another finger soon joined the first, and Kayla writhed on them, curling her toes as Carter worked them in and out, teasing her sweet spot with every pass.
     
    His breathing grew labored. “Kayla… baby… are you sure?”
     
    She nodded, looking up at him through her lashes, unable to hide her naughty desires any longer. “Please,” she panted. “I don’t want you to stop. I want this, Daddy. I want you to be my first, and I want your baby inside me. Make me pregnant, set me free, give us both what we need.”
     
    Carter grunted, winding her panties around his fingers before tearing them clean off her deliciously curvaceous hips. Kayla gasped. She’d never known her stepfather could be so aggressive. She kind of liked it.
     
    No—she really liked it.
     
    He wasted no time in pulling down his jeans, revealing his tight, designer boxer briefs and the bulging package within them.