GRINDING ON MY STEPSON (III)

Chapter 3 Elizabeth’s POV “Oh God!” I gasped before I could hold, and my eyes widened in shock, but Lucas seemed not to know what was going on here, the car hummed down the road, Lucas’s hands steady on the wheel, his eyes focused, while in the backseat I was falling apart. I gripped the edge of the seat in front of me, biting down on my lip so I would not cry out. His touch was rough, frantic, like he was losing the same battle I was. My breath came out in shallow bursts, my chest rising and falling so fast I thought Lucas would hear it. “Daniel…” I whispered, barely moving my lips, my voice trembling. “Be quiet,” he hissed in my ear, his jaw tight. His fingers moved in slow circles over my swollen clit, rubbing harder each time, making my thighs twitch. I tried to keep still, but my hips moved on their own, grinding back against his cock, desperate for more. He was hard as stone beneath me, throbbing against my ass, and I wanted to ride him until I screamed. Oh God, what if Lucas loo