KAEL

My fingers closed around the keys, cold metal biting into my palm. Selena’s text glowed on the screen like a fucking invitation to hell.

Selena: I don’t want this to stop, Daddy. I’m still dripping with you. Come back. Please. I need you inside me again.

My cock surged so hard it hurt. I could picture her right now, legs pressed together on that couch next to my son, pussy still sore and leaking my cum while she typed those words.

The image made my mouth water. I wanted to drive back, kick the door open, bend her over the nearest surface and fuck the guilt out of both...