Sophia’s POV

  

  

  

    “Fuck me, please,” I whispered against Ryan’s palm, my words muffled and desperate as his fingers kept pumping inside me, his tongue still swirling over my clit while Mom’s voice lingered just beyond the door. 

  

  

  

    My body twisted under him, thighs trembling from the relentless build-up, every nerve screaming for more than just his mouth and hands. 

  

  

  

    The risk of her hearing us made my pussy clench tighter around his fingers, slick heat dripping down his wrist, but I couldn’t stop begging, even if it came out in broken breaths.

  

  

  

    He pulled his hand away from my mouth just enough to murmur back, his lips brushing my inner...