I eased Jake’s bedroom door shut behind me at half past midnight. The latch clicked like a heartbeat in the silent house. Mom was three states away on business, and Mark, my stepfather, was supposed to be dead asleep. My tank clung to my chest, and my panties were damp from Jake fingering me earlier. He lay on the bed, sheet kicked to his waist, c**k pressing through the fabric, and my mouth went dry at the sight.
The second I crawled over him, I felt him throb against my slick. He yanked my tank down, and my t**s spilled free. His mouth found a n****e, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. “Quiet, baby,” he murmured, voice rough and thick with want.
I ground against him, hips instinctively rolling against his c**k, and my c**t pulsing. Reaching down, I freed him, and he sprang out
