Incendiary (Inferno 4)

I give myself a quick tug before reaching for her shorts and yanking them off.

I have no intention on fucking her, but lessons can’t be taught unless directions are clearly given.

“Good girl,” I whisper as she spreads her legs apart, and pushes her panties to the side.

At least she’s remembered that much.

To bare herself to the man of the house and be prepared for whatever he so desires.

Reaching down for my dick, I start stroking myself as I inhale her gentle, pure scent.

These Greene women always did smell differently than most.

Reminiscent of an early morning dew freshly slick on blades of grass after a cool, autumn rain in the woods behind my home.

It’s an intoxication unto itself, but I’ve managed to hold on to my bearings so far when it’s come to Skylar.

For the most part, anyway.

Giving myself one final tug, I push my hard dick back into my boxers and pull the zipper of my jeans back up, then glance at the boy.

I can see it in his eyes.

He looks almost ravenous.

The familiar look I would see staring back at me from my bedroom mirror so many goddamn times after I taught his mother the very same lessons.

He wants Skylar.

He’s finally fucking ready.