~ Stephano

I had to leave the room. Her words. Not mine.

“Give me space,” she’d said. “Stephano, I need to change. Can you just go for a walk or something?”

Space. Boundaries. Respect.

Bullshit.

She’d been wrapped in my shirt an hour ago, her bare thighs flashing like an invitation every time she shifted on the bed, eyeing the outline of my cock like it was her goddamn enemy. She didn’t say it, but I saw her stare. Felt her squirm.

She wanted it.

She could talk all she liked about propriety, about boyfriends and professionalism and how this couldn’t happen again, but she’d ridden me before. Tasted me...