Lisa left for her night shift at seven. I waited ten minutes, then texted him.
She’s gone. In her bed. Naked.
His reply was instant.
Stay there. Don’t touch the toy. I’m using you myself.
I stripped and lay back on her sheets. They still smelled faintly like yesterday—sweat and s*x and the detergent that hadn’t fully covered it. My cunt was already wet, swollen from how hard he’d f****d me. I kept my hands on the pillow like he’d want and listened to the front door open twenty minutes later.
Derek locked her bedroom door behind him. He looked at me spread on his daughter’s bed, c**k already hard in his jeans, and didn’t bother with hello.
“Legs up. Hold them. I want to see how much of yesterday is still in you.”
I hooked my hands under my knees and pulled them to my chest. He dragge
