Alice
The ache between my legs still burned when I walked downstairs.
Every step reminded me how deep Dominic had taken me in the neighbor’s backyard last evening. My asshole was swollen, and the simple friction of my thighs rubbing together made me wet all over again.
I carried the textbook against my chest. Dominic sat on the couch in the sitting room wearing only boxers. The soft light from the bulb caught the hard lines of his chest and stomach. His legs were spread, one arm stretched along the back of the couch. He looked up the second my bare feet hit the bottom step.
“I want to start the lesson today,” I said.
His eyes dropped to the book, then back to my face. “Come here, angel.”
I walked straight to him and sat on his lap, straddling one of his thighs. The textbook rested be
