Ignite me (A collection of Short Stories)
~Jake~
The days after that kitchen fuck drag on like torture. Sarah's home every night, her presence a constant barrier between Maddie and me. We play it cool—stolen glances in the hallway, biting her lip as she passes, whispering "Daddy" so low only I can hear. One afternoon, when Sarah's in the shower, Maddie corners me in my home office, dropping to her knees quickly, sucking me off in under five minutes, her mouth hot and eager, swallowing every drop before standing, wiping her lips with a wink. "Just a taste," she says. But it's not enough. We need more space to unleash without the fear of creaking floorboards or sudden lights flicking on.