RYAN POV

Breakfast was hell.

I could barely sit still. Every shift on the chair sent a dull throb st the back of my throat, reminder of last night, of Kiera’s thick cock stretching my throat until I gagged and cried, of the taste of her cum still lingering on my tongue no matter how many times I brushed my teeth. I kept my eyes glued to my plate, pushing scrambled eggs around like they’d personally offended me.

Kiera sat across from me, calm as anything, sipping orange juice, legs crossed under the table. I could feel her stare, hot, heavy, and amused like she was remembering every second of...