The mist outside had thickened into a proper rain again, tapping steadily against the windows like it was keeping time with the tension building inside the house. Elias had barely slept. Every time Amina’s name appeared on his phone, it came with another piece of Noah attached to it.
He woke me with his body already pressed tight against mine, morning hardness insistent against my a*s. Without a word he rolled me onto my back, spread my thighs, and pushed inside me in one deep, claiming thrust.
“Still so full of me,” he whispered hotly against my ear as he started moving, slow and deliberate at first, then harder. “My c*m from last night is still leaking out of this tight little p***y while my daughter is probably waking up thinking about bringing Noah home. Take it deeper, baby. Let Dad
