Tristan’s POV

“It’s all because of you,” she whimpered, twitching her hips back against my hand. “I’ve been watching you for weeks… wanting you to use me.”

I slapped her ass hard, the sharp sound cutting through the quiet kitchen. She jerked her ass forward, moans escaping from her lips. My fingers stayed between her legs, sliding slowly along her soaked slit, circling her swollen clit without ever giving her enough pressure. Every time she tried to push back for more, I eased off just enough to leave her aching.

“Feel that?” I murmured against her ear. “Sienna never got like this for me. Not even once.”

Chloe’s breathing turned...