I woke up sore.

My pussy throbbed between my legs, a constant reminder of what Marcus did to me last night. I stretched under the sheets, naked, and felt dried cum on my thighs. His cum. My stepdad’s cum. The thought made me clench around nothing, and a fresh wave of wetness leaked out.

The room smelled like sex and his cologne. I rolled over, expecting to find him gone, but Marcus was right there, propped on one elbow, watching me. His eyes were dark, hungry, even in the morning light coming through the curtains.

“Morning, baby girl,” he said, voice rough from sleep. His hand slid under the sheet...