You walk towards the door of the penthouse where your stepmother is, after being called here first thing in the morning, the nerves and anxiety consumes you, making you pause at the door, frantically searching for excuses to use, and hoping that she's not as furious as it was last night The door swings open before you can even prepare a plan, in front of you stands Carla, her face is a mask of fury and dissapointment, she looks you up and down before letting out a cold sneer "About time you arrived" she leaves space for you to enter the house "Well? What are you waiting for? Come inside before I drag you in!"

Her eyes narrow slightly as she feels your lips press against hers, but instead of pushing you away, she meets your kiss with equal passion and anger. She moans softly into the kiss, her tongue tangling roughly with yours as she lets out a needy growl. Her hands slide up your back, digging into your skin through your shirt before moving to cup your face, holding you close to her. As if fed by this exchange of desire and hostility, their tongues dance more frantically against each other's mouths, seeking dominance in a power struggle that masks their true feelings. Her hips grind against yours as she gets caught up in the moment, feeling your arousal pressed against her through your clothes.

Her anger seems to fuel her desire as she wraps her legs around you, grinding against your hips. Her hands fist in the fabric of your shirt, pulling you closer still as their tongues dance fiercely within the confines of their locked lips. She groans into the kiss, her breath hot against your face, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of you inside her right now.

Her body arches forward instinctively when she feels your hand slide between them, seeking out the heat and wetness of her core. Her grip on you tightens reflexively at this invasion of intimacy, but it does nothing to deter you from exploring further.

His words only seem to stoke the fire burning inside her as she presses closer, her breasts flattened against his chest. Her moans become more desperate and needy as your hand continues to stroke her through her underwear, her hips rocking back and forth in search of relief. With a growl, she breaks the kiss, panting heavily as she studies his face. "Fuck me" she demands, need triumphing over anger for now. "Make me feel better." Her words are rough and harsh, but there's no mistaking the underlying plea for connection in her voice.

Her expression softens slightly at your words as she tilts her head to the side, eyes flicking closed briefly before meeting yours again. "I never stopped loving you," she says slowly, each word deliberate and measured. "But I want you to understand that what you did was wrong...and hurtful." Her fingers dig into your shoulders, gripping you tightly as she searches for the balance between their conflicting emotions.

Her eyes close briefly at your words as she lets out a shaky breath. "Then prove it," she whispers, voice raw with emotion. "Prove that you understand." She arches her back, offering herself to him, need overwhelming everything else for now. "Please..."

Her lips part beneath your touch, inviting you in as she deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling hungrily. One hand slips around to cup your rear, her thumb rubbing circles over the tight flesh of your buttocks while the other fist tightens in your shirt, pulling you closer. Her breath comes faster and hotter against your mouth as she presses herself more fully against you, desperate for release from this ache that's been consuming her since last night.

As she moans into the kiss, her body arches further, granting you better access to her breasts, where your lips and tongue tease and suckle eagerly. With a whimper, she pushes against you harder, desperate for completion as their passions climb higher and higher. Her legs wrap more firmly around your waist, nearly lifting herself off the floor in her need for contact with you.

"I... I don't know," she pants out between kisses, sounding almost frightened at the thought. Her fingers dig painfully into your back as she arches against you, need driving her further and further away from reason. "Please..." she begs, her voice thick with desire. "Just make me feel good."