Page 7 of Possessive Stepbrother

“Is Raven here?”

“No.”

“I think I see her.”

“You gonna leave now or do I have to throw your ass out front?”

He chuckles, the sound grating on my nerves. “That’s cute, buddy. Listen, just tell her I’ll wait in my car.”

“She’s not coming.”

“Jessica said she was.”

“She changed her mind.”

His smile slips, and he shoots glances behind me. At least Raven has the good sense to keep quiet.

“I’d like to hear it myself.”

“You heard it from me.”

“No way. Unless she–”

I take a step forward, and his confidence wavers for a split second. He almost trips on his own feet. “You either leave now or I’ll wipe that little makeup off your face and replace it with real blood.”

The boy tugs on his collar and squares his shoulder like that does anything. “Listen, man. Raven is–”

“Leave,” I growl.

I don’t know what he sees, but his face drains of color, and he rushes down the stairs without another word, the sound of his hurried footsteps too loud.

That her date? Because if he is, she might get a bit more spanking than I originally intended.

Walking back inside with my heart still pumping furiously, I close the door behind me, smiling devilishly because Raven hasn’t moved an inch. She’s panting already, thighs starting to shake.

Of course, I don’t make it easy on her. I can smell her arousal, and I want to lick every single drop that comes out of her cunt. No one can keep my tongue from it.

Summoning whatever willpower I have left, I graze the back of her thighs with my knuckles. “I need to know you’re okay with this, Raven. Because I prefer you trembling with pleasure, not with fear.”

She gives me a slow nod.

“Let me hear you say it, love.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“It’s okay. I-I’m okay with it.”

No sooner do the words leave her mouth that my hand lands on one asscheek with a smack. I cup the globe and massage it, making sure it’s not painful. “More?”

“More.” She’s huffing now, squirming with her ass in the air.

I smack the other asscheek and peer at her panties. There’s no longer a wet spot. It’s already soaked through.

Fuck.

With a groan, I flip her over, cup her jaw with one hand, and smash my mouth to hers, which sets my body ablaze. Our first kiss should be gentle, soft. But I’m like a madman. I don’t just kiss her. I devour her, coaxing her lips to part. When she does so, I plunge my tongue inside her mouth. In and out. In and out. Like an imitation of what I want to do to her pussy.

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