Daddy's little Saint
Then I heard the footsteps, it was soft, but deliberate.
I straightened slowly, water bottle in hand, turning to face him.
Ryan stood in the doorway, shirtless, sweatpants hanging so low on his hips, the deep V looking sexier than those blue eyes fixed on me.
He’d seen everything. The curve of my ass to my soft fleshy thighs. My shorts barely covered my ass. My pussy bare underneath.
I hadn't thought to cover up, because I didn't think it was necessary in the burning temperature, but I knew it was more than that. I was hoping for something…an excitement only he knew how to satiate.