Page 17 of Her Devils

And your fucking stepsister, a voice says in my head, sounding annoyingly similar to my dad’s, but I ignore it.

“Lenley,” I prompt as softly as I can.

“I don’t know, Peyton. I like this. It feels good, it’s just...”

“If you don’t want to—”

“No, I want to. I was just hoping that you’d stay the night. That’s why I wanted to go to my room, and I’m sorry, I know I sound needy.”

I can’t help but smile.

“What?” she snaps, narrowing her eyes. “What’s so fucking funny?”

I chuckle, moving my hips slowly and grinding to make her feel every inch of me. “Do you think that a quickie against the wall will be enough for me to be finished with you tonight? I’m going to make sure we both come, and then I’m going to carry you upstairs and see how many times I can make you come before we fall asleep.”

She moans her approval, pressing her lips to mine and kissing me hard as I move in and out of her in perfect sync with the way her tongue strokes mine.

She’s so fucking soft, sleek, tight, and hot that I’m delirious. I go as deep as our position allows, feeling the pressure build again as I travel swiftly toward my release.

“Snow,” I whisper against her lips, “I don’t have long. Do you think you can come?”

Her hands are playing with the short hair on my nape, and her nails drag against my scalp, making my head tingle with the rest of my body.

“I don’t know, Peyton,” she replies. “I’m close, but it’s like—I’m almost there, but it keeps getting away from me.”

Oh, I’m going to make sure she gets hers.

I change the angle, shifting my hips and leaning her a little more against the wall, making sure that I’m not crushing her.

“Oh!” she exclaims as I drive into her, ensuring my shaft drags along her clit before I grind to press against it as I bottom out.

“Now squeeze me, Lenley,” I encourage her. “Squeeze your muscles around me every time I push into you.”

“Like this?” she asks as her inner walls tighten around me in the hottest, wettest embrace ever.

“Fuck,” I grunt, withdrawing just enough to surge back into her.

She does it again, taking both our breaths away.

Her surprised little gasp tells me that using her muscles feels good, and I thrust again, pushing deep.

I know that’s it when the tightness in my balls unravels, and I feel heat travel down the length of my shaft until I explode.

“Fuck.” It’s all I can say as I spill inside her in hot pulse after hot pulse, pressed against the wall in her backyard.

I’m not worried about her, because what pushed me over the edge was Lenley’s orgasm, and I keep thrusting and grinding until the crazy fluttering of her inner walls subsides.

We slump against the wall, still joined, with her legs wrapped around me. My first thought is to make sure that I support her weight.

“Peyton.”

I feel the sound of my name on my lips, which are pressed against the pulse point on her neck.

“That was—”

Hot.

I want to say hot, but really, all my blood must still be down in my groin area, because I have no words for how fucking good that felt.

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