Their bed smelled like her perfume and his skin.
I was already on my back in the middle of it, naked, knees open, his c*m cooling in my shorts on the floor, when Cole shut the door and locked it. Midday light cut across the duvet my mother had bought on sale. He looked at me the way other men looked at a room they already owned.
“Hands above your head. Hold the headboard. You let go, I stop and start over.”
I grabbed the wood. He stripped without hurry. When he put a knee on the mattress the whole frame dipped. He dragged two fingers through me, checked how sloppy I still was from the closet, and pushed them into my mouth.
“That’s her sheets under your ass,” he said. “Keep that in your head.”
Then he hooked my knees over his shoulders and shoved into my cunt in one stroke.
The angle
