Ryan’s POV

I heard the shower shut off upstairs.

Then footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. Coming down.

I was still sprawled on my bed exactly how she’d left me, naked, sheets damp under my hips, thighs sticky with the mess she’d fucked out of me earlier. My hole hadn’t stopped pulsing; every clench pushed more of her thick spend past my rim, pooling under me like evidence I couldn’t hide from myself. My cock was half-hard again already, traitorously interested despite how raw my throat felt and how sore my ass already was.

The bedroom door opened without a knock.

Kiera stood there fresh from the shower, skin still damp, hair dark...