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“Mason, what are you doing?” God, my voice sounded breathy. “I don’t know,” he admitted, finally releasing me. “But I recommend you stay away from me before things get even more out of hand.” I should’ve listened to him.
“Fly off then, butterfly. Go on, I won’t chase you.” His final words were a dark, terrifying promise. “This time.”
My cock went hard at the association. My butterfly wanted a daddy? She’d get one.
“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.”
“I swear to god, butterfly, if you let another man touch my pussy, there will be hell to pay. For both you—and him.”
“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?”
“We need to stop.” 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.
“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.”