Sunrise crept through the half-open blinds in soft gold streaks, turning the bedroom walls warm and hazy. The room smelled like them—sweat, s*x, faint traces of last night’s dinner still clinging to skin. Sheets were a twisted wreck around their legs, pillows scattered, one corner of the comforter dangling off the mattress like it had given up. Bodies lay tangled, heavy with exhaustion, but the greed hadn’t left. It never really did.
She stirred first. Rolled onto her side, then pushed up slow. Muscles ached in the best way—thighs sore, p***y swollen and tender from everything they’d done. She looked down at him—Daddy—sprawled on his back, chest rising steady, c**k resting thick against his thigh, still half-hard even in sleep. Salt-and-pepper hair messy, beard shadowed darker in the morn
