COLE I couldn’t concentrate on anything but her. Her hair, her smile, her soft skin and the curve of her hips. Those big tits and that tight little ass, shown off in a dress that was too small for her. She was driving me insane – so insane that I’d had to take her in the closet, let her know she was mine if I wanted. Her pussy had been warm and wet, stretching out around me as I fucked her with my fingers. The head of my dick would have been better, and I imagined what it would feel like, sliding into my stepsister’s tight little hole. My cock twitched in my pants. I shouldn’t have pulled her into that closet, shouldn’t have made her come like that on my fingers. But I couldn’t handle seeing her with that asshole Ruskin. He was a douchebag. And Avery was mine. But she’s not yours, Cole. She can never be yours. “Cole!” Kalia practically yelled in my face. “Are you even listening to me?” “Of course,” I lied. I wasn’t listening to her. I couldn’t focus on anything but Avery.
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