That's My Teacher

"You're scaring me," I warn.
His tongue flicks over his lips. They curl up in a sly grin. "That a good thing?"
"Yes, it's a good thing that you're scaring me." Sarcasm laces my words.
I counter his move when he abruptly jerks to my left 'round the car. He jolts again, but comes up short. "Stop it!" I growl.
"You won't say that when I fuck your tight pussy. You'll be screaming my name, telling me to fuck you harder." His voice is low and seductive. He grins devilishly as his eyes slice into me.
He moves to the tail of the car, and I the nose.
My jaw drops when I process his words. My glare only makes his grin grow. "Too bad that'll never happen," I challenge.
He arcs an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Cuz you're my TEACHER and STEPBROTHER, that's why!"
He bites his lip. "You said 'too bad'." He cocks his head. And chuckles, his head hanging down. "'Too bad'. Am I hearing that you WANT me to fuck you?"
"No," I actually stutter.
"You're a terrible liar. The worst I've ever seen."