Emily's POV

Night four.

Parents asleep down the hall.

Door locked, but the walls are thin.

I’d barely slept since the frat house.

My jaw still ached faintly from three cocks stretching it wide, my face still carried the faint sticky memory of cum even after I’d scrubbed it raw in the shower. Every time I closed my eyes I tasted them—different salts, different thicknesses, different groans—and then Ethan’s voice cutting through: Look at my little stepsister choking on real dick.

My cunt hadn’t stopped throbbing since.

I’d changed my sheets twice in two days because I kept waking up soaked, thighs slick, clit begging for friction I wasn’t allowed...