“Still sore?” I asked.

“A little.” Her voice was husky. “But… good sore.”

I pushed one finger inside her slowly. She was still tight as fuck, walls fluttering around me. “Good. I want you to feel me all day.”

She bit her lip and rocked back against my hand. Greedy little thing. I added a second finger and curled them, finding that spot that made her breath hitch.

“Theo…”

“Yeah, baby?” I kept pumping my fingers slow and steady. “Tell me what you need.”

She reached down and wrapped her hand around my cock. I was already hard again. Had been since I woke up. She stroked me once, twice,...