Derek’s grip on Stiles’s arm was like iron as she stepped out of Mr. Adams’s door, her naked body still glistening with sweat and cum, that smug smirk on her pink lips. But before she could say a word, his free hand shot between her thighs—slap!—landing hard on her dripping, swollen pussy. The wet smack echoed in the quiet yard, making her jolt and cry out.

“You fucking jealous whore,” Derek snarled, his voice low and furious, eyes blazing with rage. He slapped her pussy again—slap slap slap!—each hit harder than the last, her fat lips jiggling and turning redder. “Letting that old perv cum in you? Riding him like a cheap slut just to piss me off? This pussy is mine, Stiles—mine!”