Stepfather. Part 3

I inhaled sharply, tearing my wrist from his hold. I tried to shove him away but he was too strong. He pressed against my body until my back was against the door.

“Let go of me!”

“Nope.” He pushed his knee between my legs and I felt his hard cock against my thigh.

Our eyes met at the same time. He didn’t even have the grace to look surprised, or embarrassed, or even a little afraid. He just gave me a look as challenging as ever. And I didn’t think it was imagination when I felt him thrust against me a little. Pervert.

“I knew you were a scumbag,” I ground out.

“And I knew you were a smart girl.”

I pushed against him but he wouldn’t budge. “Let me go.”

“Nope,” he said again. “Not until I’ve fucked the brat out of you.”

I blinked, not sure if I heard correctly. Then he moved purposefully, sliding his hips until his cock aligned with my pussy-- which didn’t have the same hearing problem as I did. It was wet and ready. I could practically