Page 38 of The Stepbrother 2: Noah

I shrugged. It might do us some good if Creed was a little frightened of me. She was so used to running over me.

I leaned down and untied the part of her dress that kept it sitting at her thighs, then raised the scissors to my lips. "Be verystill and quiet unless you're answering my question. Then, by all means, talk, but remain very still. Wouldn’t want to leave any marks on your pretty skin," I said, purposely mind-fucking her.

She closed her eyes, her nails biting into the palms of her hands.

I reached down and moved a few strands of hair behind her ear, and her entire body started to tremble.

My heart was thundering in my chest. Fuck, I might have a new kink. She might also. I noticed her nipples had started to strain against the fabric of her sundress.

I snaked my hand out, cupped her breast, and massaged it until she moaned.

"Why—" She swallowed hard, cutting herself off. She must have remembered my rules.

Going to my knees, I started at the hem of her dress and cut upward. The material cut like butter. I repeated the same on her left side. She only had a bra underneath, and when I pulled the fabric from her body, I used the scissors to travel down between the valley of her breasts and then snipped her bra. A sharp, hard breath left her mouth when her breasts bounced free.

"Absolutely beautiful," I murmured, leaning down to brush my lips against the skin of her neck, making her back jolt off the mattress.

Moving further down, I pulled her nipple into my mouth, drawing a soft groan from her. My dick leaked precum.

Standing straight up, I removed my T-shirt and boxers. "I'm impressed by your stubbornness." I situated myself on the bed so I could suck on her pussy. It was glistening with her juices and begging me to taste. I dipped my head between her thick thighs, using my tongue to lick, then circled her clit.

She moaned, bucking against my face.

I slipped two fingers inside her, sucking and finger-fucking her until she was panting. Then I stopped.

She bucked her hips, trying to push her pussy back into my mouth. She finally spoke when she realized I wasn't going to finish.

"What the hell, Noah?"

I chuckled. "If you want to cum, answer my question."

"Then I won't cum."

If Creed wasn’t anything else, she was stubborn, but I was even more persistent.

I used two fingers to circle her clit until she squirmed and panted again, then stopped. It took three times before she rushed out an answer. "I was the fucking third child of a famous couple obsessed with each other. Of course, I would have benefited from more attention."

"We can unpack that later."

I latched onto her clit with my tongue, and less than a minute later, she was cumming. I drank her juices down, savoring it. Then I stood over her and jacked my dick while she regained her composure. I gave my dick long, languid strokes until I spun cum like silk all over her body as she lay prone. That was another thing I had always wanted to do—to paint her in my cum. She watched me with half-mast eyes.

"Should I fuck you now?" I asked, voice trembling.

Without hesitation, she nodded.

Jason-

My foot wouldn’t stop tapping as I waited for Maine to open her front door. The keys in my hand were useless; seems she’d changed the locks. This bitch was about to have me crease my Jordans.

The door creaked open, slowly.

She looked a mess. Hair matted to her head, makeup smeared, wearing a sparkly red club dress that had seen better nights, and she smelled like expensive hookah. I wondered where DJ was, along with where her mind had been. It was like finally being able to be with Devon had made her lose what little bit of it she had. And I told her that wasn't a good idea. I'd been friends with him since the fourth grade. I knew he was only going to take Black girls seriously after that time when Kelly, a little blonde girl in class, tried to kiss him. He'd pushed that girl halfway across the park. He'd been raised in a staunch Black Love family. You married a Black man or woman, and you made it work. Devon didn't even like white girls talking to him for too long. In college, he would date them, but that was it. The problem was, Maine thought she was the exception because our mother was Scarlett Rose. She was the BLM, "fuck you, I'm a Black woman despite who I married, as a matter of fact, he's Black too,” type of momma. I told Devon not to go to her graduation party because I knew she would be persistent, but he wanted a shot at Scarlett and planned to take it before he decided where to go to law school. I had also told him Creed and he would not work out. Our little Creed is chaos, and he was the opposite. And look where that got us.

"Why in the hell is your mammy in my house, Maine?"

Maine leaned against the door, blocking me from seeing inside. “She needs a place to stay because her place is infested.”

"Get her a hotel. Move," I said, shoving past her, and immediately, I was hit with the smell of weed and sour sex. My eyes landed on a pale, naked ass.

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