The rest of the day was torture. Richard acted like nothing had happened. He spent the afternoon in his home office with the door closed. Chloe dragged Mia to the mall for three hours. By the time they got back, Mia was ready to explode. She needed Richard again. She needed his hands on her body. She needed his c**k inside her.
That night, Chloe went to bed early complaining of a headache. Mia lay in the guest room waiting. She wore only a thin nightgown and nothing underneath. Her p***y was still sore from that morning but she was already wet again, desperate for more. She stared at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of the house. The creak of pipes. The hum of the air conditioner. The distant sound of the television in the living room. Richard was still awake.
An hour passed. Then tw
