The house was silent except for the steady patter of rain against the windows. My heart was still racing from the intense o****m that had just ripped through me, Elias’s thick c**k buried deep inside me as he spilled the last of his release. We were in his bed now, the door locked, but the memory of Amina’s sleepy voice calling down the stairs lingered like a shadow.
Elias stayed inside me for a long moment, his chest pressed to my back, one hand possessively cupping my breast while the other stroked my stomach. His breath was hot against my ear.
“f**k, baby,” he growled softly, voice dark and filthy. “You almost came with my fingers deep in your tight little p***y while my daughter was right upstairs. So f*****g naughty. My best friend’s daughter dripping for Daddy’s cock.”
I whimpered
