Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!

When you both get back home, Kitty Sommers turns around and says,

"Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

Huffing with indignation and fear, Kitty Sommers slowly turns her head to look at you, her eyes wide with disbelief. "A deal? You expect me to... accept something from you?" she whispers shakily. "After all you've done? All those times I took care of you... and this is how you repay me? How can I ever trust you again, you little..." She pauses, her words dying in her throat as she realizes what she's about to say. Her face flushes with anger and shame, but her voice remains cold. "Just let me go, okay? You have no right to touch me like this."

Kitty Sommers gasps, her body tensing as your lips brush against her neck. "You... you lust after me?" she whispers hoarsely, shock written across her features. She squirms slightly in your grip but doesn't struggle too hard. Her eyes narrow with calculation, considering the proposition. "And you'd... pay for anything I want?"

There's a long silence as she tries to process this new information, and suddenly Kitty Sommers' demeanor shifts dramatically. A sly smile curves her lips upward and she tilts her head slightly, studying your reaction. "Well," she says softly, her voice taking on a different tone entirely, "that might be... interesting." Her hand slides up along your arm, running teasingly over the muscles there. "Tell you what. Why don't we discuss this further in my room?" She purrs, her breath warm against your ear.

Kitty Sommers allows you to carry her into her bedroom, pressing herself against you, reveling in the contact. The door clicks shut behind you and she wriggles impatiently in your grasp until you finally set her down on her bed. Once there, she takes a step back, arching her back as if stretching out of curiosity.

"Well then," she purrs suggestively, walking slowly towards you, "why don't we talk terms?" Her eyes flicker down to your crotch and back up again, a devious glint in them that sends shivers down your spine. She stands before you, close enough that the heat from her body envelops you like a blanket. "You see, I have... experience with this sort of thing," she whispers, running a manicured fingernail along your jawline. "And while money is certainly nice," her breath tickles against your skin as she speaks, "I think we can both agree that there are other things that could be just as valuable."

She steps even closer now, close enough that their breasts brush together. Her fingers curl around the hem of her blouse and with a sinuous motion she pulls it over her head, revealing creamy skin and lacy black lingerie beneath. You can feel your pulse pounding in your ears as she reaches for the button on your slacks, and the sound of her zipper being lowered echoes through the room like a seductive symphony.

Kitty Sommers considers your offer carefully, biting her lower lip thoughtfully as she examines the proposal. "I... see," she finally murmurs, taking a step back so that there's a little distance between you again. Her eyes narrow, assessing. "And what about my terms? You said I could have anything I wanted..." She pauses, running her tongue suggestively across her lips. "...as long as I did everything you say."

She lets out a slow breath, then slides off her shoes and sets them neatly to the side of her bed. "I... don't know if marriage is necessary," she continues, unfastening her bra with shaking fingers, "but I think we can work something out." She pushes the lacy black garment down her arms and steps out of it, revealing perfect round breasts swaying free beneath. With a wicked smile, she asks, "So, what do you say?"

She takes another step closer, allowing their bodies to brush against each other once more. Her hands slide up your chest, massaging and kneading the muscles there as her mouth hovers just inches from yours. "What would it take for me to be... yours?"

"Ah..." Kitty Sommers's eyes widen in feigned surprise. "Why thank you." She leans forward, pressing her soft curves against you. Her fingers thread through your hair as she tilts her head up to meet your lips with hers, kissing you hungrily. Her tongue darts out to tease and explore the recesses of your mouth, and she moans softly when you reciprocate.

Pulling back for a moment, she looks deep into your eyes and says, her voice husky with desire, "I think... I think we could make quite a team." She grinds her hips against yours, relishing the feel of your hardness pressed against her. "But," she continues, sliding her hands down to cup your ass, "I want this to be more than just business. I want us..." Her words trail off into a murmur as she nibbles on your lower lip. "...to be real."

She breaks the kiss, stepping back once again and turning away from you. Moving across the room, she begins unfastening her skirt, revealing more of her perfect curves with each movement. "Perhaps," she says thoughtfully, her voice husky with need, "if we... explore this a bit more... see where it leads us." She pauses for dramatic effect before turning back to face you, her skirt pooling at her feet. "What do you think?"

Her hands glide up your chest again, finding purchase on your shoulders. She leans forward slightly, lifting herself up so that their lower bodies align. "Tell me," she whispers against your lips, "tell me what you want... and I'll give it to you."

Kitty Sommers's eyes go wide with shock as you speak. She pulls back slightly, momentarily recoiling from the intensity of your words and their implications. "You... want me to have your child?" she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. Her body trembles and she feels a strange mixture of desire and fear coursing through her.

She lets out a shaky breath before reaching up to stroke your cheek. "I suppose..." She swallows hard, then continues, "if that's what it takes for you... I can try." Her voice trails off as she studies your reaction. For the first time since this whole ordeal began, there's a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.

Slowly, tentatively, she begins to undo your belt and lower your pants, revealing an impressive erection straining against your underwear. With a tiny gasp of surprise, she drops to her knees before you and draws your hardness free. Her hands cup the base of your shaft as she looks up at you through her lashes, her lips parted expectantly.

"What do you want me to do with this?" she whispers, her voice husky with need and desire despite the lingering traces of fear.

Kitty Sommers sucks in a sharp breath as she takes your impressive length into her mouth. Her hands wrap tightly around the base of your shaft, and with a practiced ease born of experience, she begins to stroke you expertly, slowly working up and down your length while simultaneously taking more of you inside her hot, wet mouth. She hums around you appreciatively as she bobs her head, tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive ridge just below the head of your cock.

Her movements are practically hypnotic, drawing out every moan and groan from your throat. She glances up at you occasionally through half-lidded eyes, her expression calculating as she assesses your reaction. You can see the knowledge dawning on her face: yes, she's been with other men before this, but none of them could ever compare to the size and vigor that you possess.

With a wicked smile playing across her lips, Kitty Sommers breaks away from your engorged length long enough to tug at your boxer briefs, pushing them down over your hips until they pool at your ankles. Her breath hitches as she takes in the sight of you, fully naked and hard before her. She runs a finger lightly along the head of your cock, then trails it down to dip between your legs and tease at the sensitive skin behind your balls.

"I suppose," she purrs huskily, "that I can learn how to please you... in every way." Her eyes flicker down towards her breasts before lifting back up to meet yours. "If that's what it takes for me to truly belong to you..." She wraps a hand around your shaft again, positioning the tip at the entrance of her wet, welcoming heat. "

As you thrust inside her, filling her to the brim in a way she's never experienced before, Kitty Sommers gasps and cries out. It feels so good, so dominant... So right. Her body responds eagerly to your rough claiming, arching up off the ground as you take her roughly and without mercy. She claws at your shoulders, digging her nails in deep while moaning your name over and over again.

With each stroke you push deeper, driving yourself further inside her welcoming heat until it feels like there's no difference between your bodies anymore. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as sensation after unbelievable sensation washes over her. You own her now, there's no denying it... And she has never felt more powerful or more wanted than in this moment.

Her hips rise and fall in time with yours, meeting each thrust with equal vigor, her muscles clenching around your shaft as if she were trying to milk you dry. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes rolling back into her head as the pleasure builds inside her, threatening to explode out of every pore.

And then, finally, it does. A scream rips from her throat as she comes hard and fast, her body shuddering beneath yours as wave after wave of intense release washes over her. Her nails dig even deeper into your shoulders, drawing drops of blood that mingle with the sweat and lubricant on her skin.

You feel yourself spilling inside her, filling her up with your seed even as she clings desperately to you, her body shuddering and twitching with the force of her climax. And in that moment, as you both come together, you know that nothing will ever be

With your release still echoing in her ears, Kitty Sommers opens her mouth obediently, accepting the cock she's just come so hard around. Her lips stretch to accommodate the width of you, and she begins to stroke gently, licking and sucking as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her breath comes hot and ragged against your shaft, her eyes meet yours through narrowed lashes as she focuses on pleasing you.

Her hand moves up between your bodies, cupping your balls and gently massaging them even as her mouth works to cleanse you of your seed. She glances down, watching the evidence of their union disappear into her mouth, and feels a strange mixture of pride and ownership welling up inside her. Despite everything that's happened, she knows that this is what she wants... to belong to someone like you.

Her tongue swirls teasingly around the head of your cock, seeking any last drop of cum before she pulls back reluctantly. "Thank you, my lord," she purrs, voice husky with need and desire. "I'll do anything to please you... make you happy." Her hand slides up your abdomen, resting on your chest, her thumb tracing idle patterns over the fabric of your shirt. "Just tell me what I can do."

There's a dangerous gleam in her eye as she looks at you now, and you wonder for a moment if she truly means it... or if this is all just another game to her. But either way, you find yourself oddly entranced by the possibility of finding out.

The question catches her off guard, and she flushes with embarrassment. It's been so long since anyone's asked her such a thing... before you came along, it had almost felt like no one cared what she thought or how she felt anymore. But your words stir something inside her, making her realize that perhaps there's more to life than just surviving and scrambling for scraps.

She takes a deep breath, straightening her spine as she meets your gaze. "Well," she begins slowly, carefully considering her words, "it really depends on what you mean by 'better.' Different people... have their preferences." Her cheeks redden even further at the lie, but she presses on, forcing herself to be honest. "But I suppose..." She pauses, licking her lips nervously. "...if it comes down to pure enjoyment, then you would probably win that contest."

There's a sharp intake of breath as she says it, and for a moment she wonders if she's gone too far. But you don't seem upset... in fact, your eyes glint with amusement and pride. Maybe honesty really is the best policy after all. She smiles shyly at you, feeling a sudden warmth spread through her chest. "But I could always try harder," she adds quickly, anxious to please. "I want to be the best for you."

Kitty Sommers shivers at your touch, arching her back involuntarily as you trail kisses along her neck and down to her ample breasts. "Oh," she whispers, gripping the fabric of your shirt in anticipation. Her nipples harden beneath your touch, and she squirms on the bed, craving more contact with your skin. She tilts her head back, exposing the column of her throat as you continue to explore her body with gentle, teasing kisses.

"I'll do whatever it takes," she breathes, her words tumbling out in a shaky rush. "Just... please love me." Her hips roll instinctively against your touch, and she reaches up to wrap her fingers through your hair, pulling you closer still. The feel of your lips on her skin sends shivers down her spine, making her body tremble with need.

With a moan, Kitty Sommers arches her back even further, offering herself up completely to your will. "Take me," she whispers, "take what's mine..." Her eyes drift closed as you continue to kiss and caress her, pushing her deeper and deeper into pleasure. She's never known anything like this... the sense of belonging, of being truly wanted and desired. It's intoxicating, heady...

And she doesn't ever want it to end.

The question catches her off guard, and she blinks up at you. Her mouth opens and closes several times before she finally manages to say, "I... I don't know." She hesitates, feeling a mixture of desire and fear flutter in her stomach. "As many as you want," she whispers eventually, "as long as... we're together." There's a pleading note in her voice that she doesn't even recognize. The thought of having your children fills her with both excitement and trepidation; it would be a huge responsibility, but also a way to ensure that you never leave her side.

Her hands move restlessly over your chest, tracing shapes on the fabric of your shirt. She can feel herself growing wetter at the thought of carrying your babies, of raising them in this world with you by her side. It's a terrifying and exhilarating idea all rolled into one, but somehow it feels right.

She lifts her hips off the bed, pressing her pelvis against your hand in a silent request for more contact. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "love me enough to give me that... to make us a family." Her eyes meet yours, full of pleading and hope, as if she's willing you to understand just how important this is to her.

Her eyes widen with surprise and anticipation at your words. "Tonight?" she whispers, already trembling in anticipation. The thought of becoming pregnant with your child right now fills her with an almost overwhelming mixture of desire and fear; it's both terrifying and exhilarating to know that this moment could change the course of their lives forever.

As you press harder against her, she arches her back instinctively, opening herself further for your possession. Her hips buck wildly beneath you, seeking frantic contact with anything that might help relieve the ache building deep within her. "Please," she pants, hands gripping tightly at your shoulders as her body trembles on the brink of release. "I want this... I need it."

Her eyes meet yours once again, pleading for you to understand just how much this means to her. She's willing to give up everything else in her life for this chance at true love and happiness... and she knows that with you by her side, she can do anything. "Just... be gentle," she whispers shakily, "okay?"

Her body tenses in anticipation as she waits for your reply, heart pounding so loudly it feels like it might burst through her chest. The air between them is thick with unspoken promises and shared desires; everything they've gone through has led up to this moment, and now all that stands between them is the act itself. She closes her eyes, bracing herself for what comes next...

The feeling of your strong hands on her body sends shivers down her spine as you push deeper inside. Her hips rise to meet your thrusts, moaning incoherently as the pleasure overwhelms her senses. You ravish her until she's soaked with your seed, filling her again and again until she can hardly breathe.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you on as if she could never get enough of you. The weight of your body pressing down upon hers only intensifies the sensations coursing through her veins, making every touch more electrifying than the last. She arches her back off the bed, crying out in ecstasy as she feels herself coming undone beneath you.

With each orgasm that washes over her, a new wave of love and devotion rushes through her heart. She knows now without a doubt that she wants nothing more than to belong to you, to be the mother of your children and share this life with you forever. As morning light begins to filter through the window, casting a warm glow over your sweaty, tangled bodies, Kitty Sommers realizes with a jolt that you've filled her again; it seems she will never get enough of your touch, your seed or simply having you inside her.

Suddenly exhausted but reluctant to let go, she reaches up to stroke your cheek, her fingertips trailing lightly over the planes and angles of your face before settling on the soft skin at the nape of your neck. "Thank you," she whispers, barely above a whisper as her eyelids drift shut. "I love you." It's the first time she's ever admitted it aloud, but the words feel right; they seem to fill some invisible void inside her that she