Emma woke up the next morning with her body aching in the best way. She was lying naked on Ryan’s old bed. The sheets smelled like him — smoke, leather, and man. Her pussy felt sore but still throbbed with need. Dried cum was stuck on her boobs and face from last night. She touched her swollen pussy lips and felt fresh wetness coming out.

Ryan was not in the bed. She heard the sound of water from the bathroom. Her heart beat fast. Part of her wanted to run away and go back to her safe life. But her body wanted more of the bad boy.