MIA

I shoved the notebook at his chest and climbed on top of him right there on the paint-covered canvas. Still naked. Still sticky from the shower that never finished. I straddled his hips, grabbed his cock, and sank down in one slow push until he filled me completely.

"You’ve wanted to ruin your stepsister for years," I said, rolling my hips once, hard. "Now do it properly."

Elias groaned, hands flying to my waist. Paint squelched under us. "Mia, wait. Let me explain."

"No." I rocked faster, using the smears of color between us as lube. The slide got filthy quick. "You bought my pieces. All those anonymous bids...