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She complied, her eyes already fluttering shut as I stepped away. I moved quietly to our walk-in closet, my mind racing. I needed to make this right, even if it was just a small gesture. I grabbed one of the vibrators we kept tucked away, hoping it might bring her some comfort and help her drift into a deeper sleep. Returning to the bed, I showered her with tender kisses, my hands working gently to ease the tension in her body. There wasn’t much foreplay—just the soft hum of the massager and the way her breath hitched as she reached her climax, not once, but three times. By the end, she was completely spent, her body limp and her breathing steady. I cleaned up quietly, ensuring she was warm

Ryan stirred first, his hand sliding up to cup my breast, thumb lazily flicking my nipple. “Morning, little sis,” he murmured, his voice gravelly from sleep. His lips found my neck, sucking gently, no doubt adding to the collection of hickeys already blooming across my skin. I shivered, a fresh wave of arousal pooling between my legs. “We should… get up,” I whispered, but my body betrayed me, arching into his touch. Jake chuckled behind me, his hand dipping lower to stroke my clit. “Why? Parents aren’t back till tomorrow. We’ve got all day to play.”

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My stomach growls and we both laugh. It’s a short flight back home and I have to deal with irritated looks from Christian and Vance when I tell them I’m too tired for more physical activity. We had shower sex this morning, all of us. Last night I gave them a strip tease and lap dances, how much more can a girl do??

Living-room rug: missionary, my ankles on his shoulders, his hand over my mouth while I come again. Staircase: he sits on the third step, makes me ride him reverse until I’m sobbing from overstimulation. By 3:15 p.m. we’re back in the master bedroom, sheets already destroyed from days of us. He throws me onto Mom’s side one last time, spreads my thighs wide, and slides in raw. “This is it, baby,” he growls, voice ragged. “Last load before she walks in. Gonna fill you so full you’ll be leaking on the drive to campus tomorrow.”

Maybe a worn vibrator or two from her wild phase. But tonight, she forgot to lock it. Late Night Stirring It was two-thirty in the morning. The house was quiet. Only the hum of the AC and the occasional creak of settling wood filled the space. She was asleep beside me, arm draped across my chest, her soft lips parted against my skin. Her thigh was hooked over mine possessive, content, as if she hadn’t spent the past hour crying out my name while I fucked her so deep I thought the neighbors would complain.

Larissa earnestly said. Ambrose couldn't take it anymore and wrapped the sweetheart in the blanket. Larissa wriggled like a caterpillar, arching her way out from under the covers. "Mister, can I sleep at 12:30 AM? It's too early now, and I'm not sleepy at all! It's boring lying in bed, so let me give you a massage! I'll massage you for ten minutes and then do acupuncture for another ten minutes. It's just twenty minutes in total, and it won't be past 12:30 AM. Is it okay?"

, he countered, his voice still low in a whisper, his body still crowding mine, his hand still pinning me to the glass "Isn't it past your bedtime?", I taunt. "Lack of sleep makes old people cranky" "Cranky?", He repeated, the word sliding out of his mouth like candy. He laughed out in a breath and my body perked up at the sound, winding tight as sexual tension graduated to every pore. His eyes blazed as they went to my pin point nipples and I closed my eyes, squeezing my core to stop myself from grinding up against him. How can someone undo me with just a stare?

At this point, between the humming orgasm lingering just out of reach and my mental rambling, I’ve totally forgotten what he asked me. “Little girl, when I tell you it’s bedtime, that means it’s time for this naughty brat to close her eyes and get to sleep. It’s not time for her to stay up late and finger her little pussy.” While he speaks, he pulls the blanket down my body until it’s bunched below my knees and there’s nothing but air between my soaked sleep shorts and his gaze. The pale pink has darkened where my juices have saturated the material. If he keeps staring at me like this, they’re going to get a lot wetter.