The footsteps on the stairs were slow and uneven.

Dominic froze deep inside Lucy, every thick inch still buried in her cunt. His hand stayed clamped over her mouth. Lucy’s eyes were wide, body rigid, pussy still fluttering from the orgasm that had just wrecked her. Above them the soft creak of the seventh step sounded, then the eighth.

Jenna’s voice drifted down, thick with sleep. “Dom? You still up?”

Lucy’s heart slammed so hard she was sure her sister would hear it. Dominic’s cock twitched inside her. He didn’t pull out. Instead he leaned heavier over her back, mouth against her ear, and whispered so quietly it was barely...