I was already on my knees when the spare key turned.
3:04. No robe. The front door opened and closed. Boots crossed the hardwood. Cole stopped in the living room doorway and looked down at me—naked, thighs parted, hands resting on my own legs the way he’d told me to wait. His tool belt was still on. He didn’t speak. He walked closer, unzipped, and pulled his c**k out. Thick. Already hard. He rubbed the head across my lower lip, smearing the faint taste of himself from yesterday, then pushed into my mouth in one slow slide until I gagged.
“Good,” he said, low. One hand settled in my hair. “Open wider.”
He f****d my mouth with steady thrusts, hips rolling, the wet sounds loud in the quiet house. Saliva ran down my chin. My eyes watered. Every time he pushed deep I felt the head hit the ba
