The morning after Mia's midnight visit hit me like a freight train of regret and raw hunger.
Sunlight filtered through the blinds, turning my room into a hazy glow, but my sheets were still crusty from last night...her juices, my c*m, the evidence of our filthy secret tangled in the fabric.
I lay there, staring at the ceiling, c**k already stirring at the memory of her lips wrapped around me, swallowing every drop while those green eyes bored into mine like she owned my soul.
'See you tomorrow night, little friend,' she'd purred, kissing my spent d**k before vanishing.
Fuck, it was barely dawn, and I was already counting hours till dark.
But today? Parents were heading out...Dad's work trip with her mom tagging along for some conference bullshit. The house would be ours.
Empty. No
