Sienna’s POV

He took my wrist and walked me toward the stairs, his cock still heavy and wet against his open fly. My own jeans and underwear were tangled around my thighs, forcing me to take short, awkward steps. His cum was already sliding down the inside of my legs with every movement. He didn’t seem to care. He led me up the stairs like the mess he’d made of me was exactly what he wanted the house to see.

The master bedroom was at the end of the hallway. He pushed the door open and brought me inside. The bed was large and neatly made, like he’d prepared for...