VALERIE’S POV

The expensive mahogany of his desk groans under my ass, a pathetic little sound compared to the filthy, wet noise of his cock splitting me open.

Aaron. Tyler’s father. My boyfriend’s father.

His name is a whimper and a prayer on my lips as he rams into me, again and again, each thrust a brutal fucking reminder that his son’s slender, boyish dick could never, ever fill me up like this.

“God—fuck—” The words tear out of me, hoarse and desperate. My nails claw at the polished wood, leaving ugly little half-moons. “Your son… his cock was never… never this fucking thick.”

A dark, possessive growl comes from...