Saturday, at 11:17 a.m., Harper practically dragged me out of the house with promises of iced lattes and new bikinis for tonight’s pool party.
I was still raw, still swollen, still feeling Dominic’s c*m from earlier every time I moved, he’d f****d me twice more before breakfast, once bent over the kitchen counter while Harper was in the shower, once in the pantry with my legs around his waist and his hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t scream when I came.
I was wearing the shortest sundress I owned, no bra, no panties, and a fresh load he’d pumped into me ten minutes before we left.
He gave me side kisses in the doorway like a perfect gentleman, then slipped his phone into my purse, and murmured against my ear, “Be a good girl for Daddy today. Every time this phone buzzes, you read it out
