KAEL

The smell of coffee did nothing to clear my head.

I stood at the counter, staring into the black liquid like it could somehow wash away what I’d done last night, but all I could taste was her.

Selena.

Still on my tongue from last night. Still on my fingers. My cock had been half-hard since I woke up, throbbing every time I remembered how she’d squeezed around me like she was made for Daddy’s dick.

I was forty-seven. I’d known Selena since she was a baby, her mother and I grew up together.

I watched that girl take her first steps, lose her baby teeth, grow into the...