“Shut up, Steph,” he snapped, voice low and strained, like saying my name hurt him.
“Go to your room and get some sleep.
He stood up fully then—tried to, anyway—zipping his slacks with shaking hands, turning like he could just walk away and pretend none of this happened.
Like he hadn’t just been jerking off to thoughts of me while Mom slept upstairs. Like he hadn’t felt my slick p***y grind against his thigh when I pulled him behind the bookshelf to hide us both.
But no.
I wasn’t backing down easily.
How dare he stay rock-hard for me and then try to send me away like I was nothing?
He’d give my virginity to someone else over my dead body.
I rose slow—naked, thighs slick, t**s rising with every breath—blocking his path to the door before he could reach it.
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