Missy's POV

I knew I was pushing him. I always knew.

I freshly dropped out of college when I turned twenty one, after one disastrous semester, and living back home with my mother and her new husband, Grant. He was forty-two, tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair and the kind of quiet patience that made me want to test every single limit he had.

Tonight I was in my full brat mode.

I sauntered into the living room wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely covered my ass and a tiny pair of black lace panties. My full, perky tits strained against the thin cotton, my nipples already tight and...