Stepbrother's love: Stepdad whore
I admitted, my voice breathy.
Leslie tilted her head, her lips curving into a knowing smile.
“Oh?” she whispered, leaning closer. “What do you need, Riley?”
I didn’t answer.
Instead, I grabbed her hoodie and kissed her.
Leslie moaned into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer. The kiss was slow at first, teasing, until she pushed me onto the bed, straddling me.
"God, I've missed this," she breathed, her hands sliding under my shirt, fingertips brushing my bare skin.