I wake up to Ryan’s hand over my mouth and his cock already pushing inside me.

It is still dark. The clock on my nightstand says 5:12 a.m. Mom will be up in less than an hour.

He is behind me under the covers, one arm locked around my waist, the other covering my mouth. He sinks in deep with one slow thrust. I am still wet and open from last night. His cum from hours ago makes the slide easy.

“Morning,” he whispers against my ear. “Missed this cunt already.”

He starts moving. Slow, deep strokes that keep the bed from making noise. Every time he bottoms out I...