The sound of the front door clicking open hit me like a lightning bolt.
I was still bent over the kitchen counter, shorts around my ankles, Alex’s thick c**k buried halfway inside my soaked p***y when we heard the familiar jingle of keys and heels on the hardwood.
“Harper? Alex? I’m home early — the store was a madhouse.”
Lila’s voice — my stepmom’s smooth, confident tone — floated down the hallway. My walls clenched hard around Alex’s shaft. He froze, buried deep, his big hands gripping my hips so tight I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow.
“f**k,” he hissed under his breath, starting to pull out.
I whimpered and pushed back, forcing him deeper. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Lila stepped into the kitchen and stopped dead.
She looked stunning, as always — mid-thirties, curvy in all the right p
