Sloane’s POV

The house felt too quiet after Mom left.

I lay on my bed in nothing but the thin shirt I’d never bothered to take off, staring at the ceiling, legs still sticky. The orgasm on her sheets hadn’t taken the edge off. If anything it had made everything worse. My cunt felt swollen and empty at the same time, the kind of ache that sat low in my stomach and refused to fade. Every time I shifted, the lips dragged against each other and sent another pulse of need through me.

I needed cock.

Not fingers. Not the memory of how thick he’d been when he first pushed...