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“Problem, stepbrother dearest?”
“Careful, butterfly. Or I’ll really think you want to play with me.”
Mason—had jacked off on my pointe shoes.
“Before we’re done, you’ll be begging for my come—everywhere.”
My cock went hard at the association. My butterfly wanted a daddy? She’d get one.
“You won’t be nailing anything of hers,”
“You still don’t get it, butterfly. You made my life hell because I couldn’t have you. Not when we were both under our parents’ roof. But I’m done with that. I’m taking what’s mine.”
Oh god, my stepbrother was kissing me. And it was the best kiss I’d ever had.
“I swear to god, butterfly, if you let another man touch my pussy, there will be hell to pay. For both you—and him.”
“Yeah you are, good girl, but not for long.”
“When you crave something this desperately, anything you have to do to get it is easy.”
“Why would I keep eating McDonald’s, when there’s a five-star, gourmet meal, right within reach?”
“Maybe you’re both. A bad girl who wore this skirt for my attention, for letting your stepbrother touch you this way. And a good girl for doing what I tell you to do. For spreading your legs and letting me play with what’s mine.”
He tsked. “I’m not stopping until you come on my fingers, butterfly. So you better come, if you don’t want anyone to see me fingering your filthy, sloppy pussy.”
I had plans for my stepsister—the long-term, own-her-forever, lock her down with a ring and plant-fucking-babies in her kind of plans.
I took my cock in my hand and started jacking it, imagining hearing her call me Daddy as she kneeled before me, naked, wet, and desperate for me.
“Did you learn Disney for me?” I asked, shock making me forget my lust for a second. He kissed my forehead again, nuzzling my hair. “Butterfly, I’d learn how to pilot a rocket ship, if I thought it would make you happy.”
