I was losing my mind. Three days had passed since Mason moved in, and I was already completely addicted to my stepbrother’s c**k.
I couldn’t think straight. Every moment of the day, my p***y throbbed with need. I was constantly wet, constantly aching, constantly leaking. Even now, as I stood in the kitchen making coffee, I could feel his c*m from this morning still slowly dripping down my inner thighs.
Mason had f****d me twice before breakfast, once bent over the kitchen counter and again in the hallway when I tried to go upstairs. He was insatiable. And so was I. I heard his footsteps behind me and tensed, my n*****s hardening instantly against my thin tank top.
Strong arms wrapped around me from behind. One hand boldly slid under my skirt and cupped my bare p***y while the other sque
