Caleb pulls out, spins me around, and lifts me clean onto the counter in one motion.

My back hits the mirror, legs spread wide, dress bunched around my waist like a belt.

He steps between my thighs, eyes black with hunger.

“Ride me,” he orders, sitting on the closed toilet lid and dragging me onto his lap.

I sink down slow, inch by thick inch, both of us groaning at the angle.

His hands grip my ass, spreading me wider, guiding me as I start rolling my hips, grinding, taking him deep.

“Look at you,” he rasps, mouth on my neck, biting. “Dirty fucking divorcee bouncing on my dick while...