The next afternoon, Emma couldn’t stop thinking about last night. Every time she moved, she felt the faint ache between her legs and the memory of Ryan’s thick c**k stretching her, his deep voice calling her a good girl. She had touched herself in the shower that morning but stopped before she came, unsure why she held back.
Ryan found her in the kitchen, making a sandwich. He stepped up behind her, pressed his body against her back, and spoke low in her ear.
“My room. Five minutes. Naked.”
Her p***y clenched instantly. She finished what she was doing, then went upstairs, heart racing. In his room she stripped quickly and stood waiting, hands at her sides.
Ryan walked in a few minutes later and closed the door. He looked her over slowly, eyes dark with approval.
“Sit on the bed,” he s
