“You should go,” Stephan said, voice low and strained, even as his body stayed rooted in place. His eyes flicked down again—over the sheer robe clinging to my still-hard n*****s, the soaked black thong barely covering my freshly f****d p***y. “This isn’t right. I’m your stepfather. I came here for… f**k, I don’t even know why anymore. Let me leave, Jade.”
I shook my head slowly, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat and between my legs. Fresh slick was already leaking down my inner thighs, mixing with what Mark had left behind. The sight of Stephan—tall, broad, that salt-and-pepper hair I used to run my fingers through when I was younger—had my body reacting like it never had for any customer.
“Don’t worry,” I whispered, stepping closer until the heat of his body warmed my
