Mase
“Make me.” She smiles with taunting glee.
I’ve had a short fuse from the moment I stepped foot in my father’s office. Hell, from the moment I discovered I had to enter the will reading without one of my best friends beside me. I knew, I just knew something would go wrong and my life would change.
What I did not expect was Summer Campbell, and that fuse? That fuse is about to short circuit and ultimately combust.
Red-hot fury fills every cell in my body. The fact that she’s unwilling to comply causes a wave of anger to overtake my entire being.
The Mase I try to tamper down, the one I refuse to be—the darker, meaner, controlling version of myself I never let show—is about to take over.
I swerve onto the dirt at the side of the road so fast Summer squeals and clings to the oh-shit bar like her life depends on it.
As soon as I put the truck into park, I’m out and moving around to her side. Her startled gaze greets me, and I don’t allow myself to glimpse down at her wet shirt as I unbuckle her and grasp her arm.
“Oh my God, you’re insane. You can’t leave me here!” she screeches, and my mind barely registers her words, too intent on one thing. Making her comply.
She drags her feet in the dirt as I maneuver her and open up the back passenger door. “Get in!”
She spins to face me, and the scent of the strawberry drink in her hair wafts in the breeze, only pissing me off further. “What?”
I tilt my head toward the car. “In. On your knees.”
Arousal sparks in her baby blues, and when she swallows hard, my cock rubs against the waistband of my jeans from imagining her swallowing me down.
It’s barely been soft all day. Thoughts of her have consumed me so much I need a release.
Then she submits to me, tamping my fury just enough for me not to want to make my mark on her permanent.
Not yet anyway.
She clambers into the back, then kneels on the seat, and excitement thrums through me, stealing my breath.
Holy shit, I’m going to do this.
Me and Summer Campbell. My stepsister.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine punishing a brat. But with my palm twitching and my cock throbbing, I know I’ve no choice but to give myself over to the dominant side of me battling to get out.
“You’re being a brat. Now you get spanked like one.”
She peeks over her shoulder, and her bright-blue eyes clash with mine. They’re full of need, full of want, and my heart pounds against my chest like a drum as she silently pleads with me to give her what we both want.
Unable to wait any longer, I flip her skirt over her ass and delight in her innocent white panties exposed to me. Jesus, why the fuck are they so hot?
Because they’re not the fancy lace shit Tara always wore.
She’s not trying to be anything she isn’t.
Pushing her panties into the crack of her ass, I step forward and raise my hand. The impact of my palm sends a resounding smack through the air. A sound that makes my balls draw up and causes my cock to leak.
“You’re being a brat,” I announce again, louder this time.
Smack.
“You’ve got to be a good girl.”
She gasps, and my eyes roll. Holy fuck, I could come from that sound alone.
Smack.
“Gotta learn, Summer.”
Smack.
“Gonna be a good girl for me?”
She moans, actually fucking moans. “Oh, god, please.”
Smack.
“Say sorry, Sum.” I smooth my palm over her reddened cheek. “Say it.”
Her panting breaths fill the space between us, and it’s clear she’s struggling to remain in control and not give in to me.
Smack.
“Ahh! S-Sorry,” she whispers, sending a rush of euphoria through me.
“Good girl.”
My fingers fumble with my belt, then I pop open my jeans and pull out my leaking cock. Snatching her by the hips, I yank her toward the edge of the seat. When I push her panties to the side, I delight in the way they’re wet, soaked in her arousal.
“You like me punishing you, sweetheart?” I rasp, lining my cock up to her dripping hole.
“Y-yes.”
I slam inside her, and her body stiffens as I plunge all the way in, then draw back and slam inside harder, faster, deeper with each punishing thrust. My hips bounce off her ass as I take what I want from her. “That’s it, give it up for me. Give me your tight cunt, Summer.”
She somehow manages to grip me tighter, and the slapping of our skin is an aphrodisiac to my pent-up, tension-filled soul.
“Fuck. Fuck,” I chant, pleasure zipping up my spine.
With a hand between us, I press the pad of my thumb on her already-swollen clit, circling it as I do.
“Come,” I command, and she lets out a scream that bounces off the trees.
I stumble forward, pumping her small body with thick, hot ropes of my cum before falling against her and causing us both to collapse onto the seat.
Our heavy breaths fill the truck, and the smell of sex permeates the air, bringing with it a sense of solace, and I know in this moment, I found my person.
She’s it for me, the one who sees all of me and doesn’t want to change a damn thing. No, she embraces me for who I am.
She sets my body ablaze, weathers the onset, then becomes my calm after the storm.
We’re about to walk into the darkness together and bask in it.