Taste me, Daddy
But Brian knew that he only had a day or two to make her his slut.
So he retreated.
"I'll... start coffee," he muttered, already heading for the door without looking back.
The moment he was gone, Maeve pressed her face into the pillow that still smelled like sweat and let out a shaky, wondering breath. The entire room smelled of cum and her juices and heat.
And something quiet and irreversible had just woken up inside her, too.
Maeve drifted down the hallway on unsteady legs, the ghost of his thigh still pressed between hers.
She gathered her clothes in a daze, clutching them to her chest like armor. The bathroom door clicked shut behind her, and only then did she let herself breathe.