Ryan’s POV
I heard the shower shut off upstairs.
Then footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. Coming down.
I was still sprawled on my bed exactly how she’d left me, naked, sheets damp under my hips, thighs sticky with the mess she’d f****d out of me earlier. My hole hadn’t stopped pulsing; every clench pushed more of her thick spend past my rim, pooling under me like evidence I couldn’t hide from myself. My c**k was half-hard again already, traitorously interested despite how raw my throat felt and how sore my ass already was.
The bedroom door opened without a knock.
Kiera stood there fresh from the shower, skin still damp, hair dark and slicked back, wearing nothing but a loose black tank that barely skimmed the tops of her thighs. Her c**k hung heavy between her legs—thick, even soft, glisteni
