His nostrils flared. In one smooth motion he sat back down in the recliner and hauled me across his lap like I weighed nothing. My stomach pressed against his hard thighs, my ass up in the air, pigtails dangling. The crop top rode all the way up my back. His big palm smoothed over the lace of my panties once—almost gentle—before he hooked his fingers in the waistband and dragged them down my legs in one rough tug.

Cool air hit my bare ass and my soaked pussy. I was exposed. Completely. To my stepdad.

“Last chance to behave, Kaylee,” he warned, voice thick.

I wiggled my hips, deliberately rubbing...