Maya
The vibrator was already wet when I turned it up.
I was on my back on the unmade bed with my knees dropped open and the cheap pink toy mashed to my c**t like I was trying to hurt it into an orgasm. The room smelled like last night’s sleep and the lube I had not bothered to put away. My p***y was a mess — inner lips shiny, hole twitching on air, a dark circle spreading under my ass onto the sheet. Every pulse of the toy punched through my stomach and made my thighs jump. I had my other fist in my mouth so the house would not hear what I sounded like when I thought about Knox.
Knox, who knocked on walls instead of doors. Knox, who called me slow. Knox, who had been my stepbrother since the wedding I smiled through with wet panties.
I wanted him in my throat. I wanted him in my cunt.
