Ava’s POV

I could still feel Damien’s cum leaking out of me as I sat down at the dining table.

My thighs were sticky, my pussy tender and full from the shower, every shift of my body reminding me of how deep he had fucked me just minutes ago. I was wearing a short sundress with nothing underneath — exactly as he had ordered with a dark look before we left the bathroom.

Mom was already at the table, happily chatting about her plans for the day, completely oblivious. Damien sat across from me, looking calm and composed in a black button-down, the picture of the perfect husband.

But under...