His bed smelled like him and the soap he wouldn’t let me use between my legs.
I was on my back in the middle of it, knees open, plug seated, when Grant came in and shut nothing. He stripped, climbed over me, and pulled the toy out in one slow drag. What he’d left in my ass followed, warm, and he pushed it back in with two fingers before replacing them with his c**k.
He f****d my ass facing me, unhurried, forehead almost against mine, one hand on my throat.
“Last night,” he said. “Then her room. Then you decide if you go back to being her daughter in the mornings or you stay my kitten when she comes home.”
I came on that sentence, clenching around him, dripping onto his sheets. He pulled out of my ass, shoved into my cunt, and used that until I was shaking. Then he put me on my hands an
