Ciara
“Harder—Finn, harder.”
He gave it to me.
The couch took the shock of every thrust, expensive cushions bunching under my knees while my stepbrother f****d me from behind like the house belonged to us. My dress was at my waist. His jeans were still on, shoved down just enough. One of his hands was locked on my hip. The other was in my hair. Each stroke dragged so deep I saw white behind my eyes.
“More.” It came out broken. “Don’t stop.”
“You take it so f*****g well,” Finn muttered, slamming in again.
I moaned into the cushion, then turned my face so I could breathe. Wet. Loud. Shameless. Mom and Logan were supposed to be on a plane. The weekend was ours. The whole house. No stepfather, no rules, just Finn’s c**k splitting me open on the living room couch.
He went deeper.
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