The drive home in the early morning was quiet except for the low hum of the engine and the occasional wet sound when Victor's fingers lazily stroked between my thighs. I sat curled against him in the back seat, his jacket draped over my lap like a pathetic attempt at decency. My body ached in the best and worst ways—cunt sore and leaking, t**s still tender and faintly leaking milk through the thin top he'd thrown on me. Every shift of the car sent little aftershocks through me.
Mom's flight lands this morning. I should be panicking about the c*m drying on my skin and the hickeys hidden under Victor's jacket. Instead I'm squeezing my thighs around his hand like a needy slut who already misses being watched.
Victor's deep voice rumbled against my hair. "You were perfect tonight, baby
