Yearn For Stepsister

“Emma, like I said last night, as long as you’re staying in my old bedroom, you have to play by my rules. Or we can simply drop the pretense. I want you and I know you want me,” he says before pressing a finger into my slit over the fabric of my panties.

“You need to leave before we get caught.” I push him away, but he pulls me closer and kisses me. In an instant, all of my irritation is gone.

“Does Richard make your pussy wet, Emma?” he snarls against my lips, holding me tighter.

“NO!”

“Well, then it’s time for you to convince me that you only get wet for me,” Chase huffs. Then he drops to his knees, lifts my skirt and pulls my panties aside.

“Aaah,” I bite back a moan as he mercilessly sucks my clit completely into his mouth.

“Dinner is fucking served,” he growls against my pussy as he licks me deep. “Isn’t it, Emma? This is my real dinner tonight. Admit it.”

“Chase, we can’t. You have to leave before we get caught,” I pant before cupping his sexy chiseled jaw.

Lust-filled blue eyes