My eyes rolled back.
My knees buckled.
And I was thinking the nastiest things.
Like how much I wanted to be filled again. Like how much I missed the way his c**k split me open and didn’t stop. Like how it felt when his knot locked inside me and made me his and kept me full for hours.
I wanted that again. I wanted it harder. Meaner. Rougher. I wanted to forget my name. Forget hers. Forget the hallway and the shame and the fact that I was eighteen and he was my best friend’s dad and none of this was supposed to happen.
His tongue slipped inside me.
I gasped so hard I choked on it.
My hands clawed the bed. My face rubbed against the sheets. I could feel my own slick sticking to my thighs and the back of my calves and the curve of my stomach. I could hear myself moaning and I didn’t ev
