Lila barely made it home that night. Rhys’s cum was still leaking out of her well-fucked pussy with every step, soaking through her panties and making her thighs slick. She lay in bed for hours afterward, fingers lazily circling her swollen clit, replaying every brutal thrust, every filthy word. I let my sister’s husband creampie me. I begged for it. And I loved every second. The shame only made her cum harder.

The next few days were pure torture and bliss. Rhys was insatiable. He’d text her during meetings — short, commanding messages that made her excuse herself to the bathroom just to rub her aching cunt.

*My office. Ten...