Chapter 2: I c*m Hard on the Realtor’s Fingers While My Stepdad Watches Me Like Prey
My heart slams against my ribs. Stepdad’s gaze burns into me—dark, hungry, dangerous. Elena doesn’t stop. If anything, her fingers thrust deeper, faster, curling relentlessly against my G-spot.
“Marcus—wait, please—” I gasp, but my hips are still rocking, chasing the orgasm that’s right there.
Elena chuckles low against my ear. “Look at him. He likes what he sees. Keep watching yourself in the mirror, baby. Let Daddy see how wet you get.”
Stepdad doesn’t speak. He just steps inside and closes the door softly, arms crossed, jaw tight. His eyes drop to my bouncing t**s, to where Elena’s hand disappears between my spread thighs.
The shame hits like fire, but it only makes my p***y throb harder. This is s
