The door swung open before her knuckles could connect with the wood a second time, and Della’s breath hitched. It wasn’t Leo.

Standing in the doorway was a man who could only be Leo’s father, Colten, his presence immediately dominating the space. He was taller, broader, his shoulders filling the frame. A day’s worth of dark stubble shadowed his strong jaw, and his eyes, the same intense blue as his son’s but layered with a lifetime of experience she couldn't fathom, swept over her from head to toe. He wore a simple grey t-shirt that stretched tight across his chest and faded jeans that hung low on his hips, and he smelled faintly of clean soap and something earthy, like sawdust.

His gaze was a physical weight, lingering on the sheer black robe she wore, which did nothing to conceal the lacy black bra and panties beneath. The cool evening air whispered against her exposed skin, raising goosebumps. She clutched the lapels of the robe together instinctively, a futile gesture.

“Well,” Colten said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated right through her. It wasn’t angry or surprised so much as… deeply curious. Amused. “This is a hell of a welcome home present.” He leaned a shoulder against the doorframe, crossing his arms. The motion made the muscles in his biceps flex noticeably. “Looking for someone, sweetheart?”

“I… Leo,” Della managed to stammer out, her face flushing with a heat that had nothing to do with the mild night. “Is Leo here?”

A slow smirk spread across Colten’s face. “Leo’s not here.” He didn't move to let her in or shut her out, he just held his ground, watching her squirm. “Took off for a camping trip up north this morning. Won't be back for three days.” His eyes dropped again, deliberately tracing the outline of her nipple through the sheer fabric of her robe and the lace beneath it. “Seems he forgot to tell you.”

The bottom dropped out of Della’s stomach. Three days? The careful plans, the long week of nervous anticipation, the lingerie she’d spent too much money on—it all crumbled into dust in that single moment. Mortification burned through her veins hotter than any desire had.

She must have swayed on her feet because Colten uncrossed his arms, his expression shifting from amusement to something more pragmatic. “Whoa there. You better come in before you fall over.” He stepped back, finally opening up the entryway into the warmly lit house.

Della moved on autopilot, stepping over the threshold into the familiar living room that suddenly felt entirely foreign. The door clicked shut behind her with a sound of finality.

“Let me get a proper look at you,” Colten murmured, not asking but telling. He gently took hold of the lapels she was clinging to and eased them apart, letting the robe fall open completely.

She stood frozen under his appraisal, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. His gaze was relentless, taking in every detail: the delicate black lace cupping her small breasts and making them look fuller, the matching panties that were just a scrap of fabric between her legs, the smooth pale skin of her stomach and thighs.

“Fuck me,” he breathed out roughly, shaking his head slightly. “You came here dressed like this for my boy?” One calloused finger came up and hooked under one of the thin straps of her bra, tracing it over her shoulder without actually touching her skin.

Della could only nod mutely.

He made a low sound in his throat; it wasn't quite a laugh—it was darker than that, more possessive.“Leo’s an idiot.” His finger left the strap and instead brushed lightly over her exposed collarbone. She gasped at the contact of his skin touching hers, a fierce spark shooting straight down her spine and pooling between her legs.

He watched the frantic words tumble from her lips, her explanation a nervous torrent of half-formed sentences and embarrassed admissions. "It's not—we're just friends, best friends really, and I'm twenty-four and still a—" her voice dropped to a mortified whisper, "—a virgin, and he said he'd help because I was tired of being so inexperienced and—oh god, I'm rambling, I always do this when I'm nervous—"

Colten didn't let her finish. His thumb and forefinger found her peaked nipple through the lace, pinching just enough to make her gasp and arch into the sudden, shocking contact. "Shhh," he murmured, his voice dropping to that low, commanding rumble that seemed to vibrate right through her bones. "I heard you." His other hand smoothed down her side, palm hot through the sheer fabric, coming to rest on her hip. "My son's not here. But I am."

His fingers tweaked her nipple again, sending another jolt straight to her dripping cunt. She could feel herself getting wetter, her panties clinging to her swollen flesh as he watched her reactions with those knowing blue eyes. "Seems a damn shame," he continued, his thumb now rubbing slow circles over the sensitive peak, "to send a girl home looking like this... feeling like this... without showing her what she's been missing."

His hand left her breast, trailing down her stomach until his fingertips brushed the damp lace between her legs. Della whimpered, her hips jerking forward involuntarily. "You're already so wet for me, aren't you, sweetheart?" he growled, pressing the heel of his palm against her pussy. "Soaking through these pretty little panties. You want to learn how to cum? Really cum? Not some clumsy boy's fumbling."

She could only nod, her breath coming in shallow pants. The humiliation was still there, simmering beneath the surface, but it was being rapidly overtaken by a raw, primal need that shocked her with its intensity. This wasn't the careful, gentle first time she'd imagined—this was something darker, hungrier.

"Good girl," Colten purred, his approval washing over her like warm honey. He took her hand, his grip firm but not rough, and began leading her down the hallway. "Leo's room's a mess. You don't want your first time in some boy's dirty laundry." He pushed open a door to a neatly made bed in what was clearly the guest room. "This is mine while I'm getting the house ready to sell. Clean sheets. No distractions."

He guided her to stand at the foot of the bed, his hands returning to her body with purpose. "Let's get you out of this pretty little outfit," he murmured, working open the tie of her robe. The black silk whispered to the floor around her feet, leaving her standing in just the lace bra and panties that suddenly felt ridiculously inadequate under his intense scrutiny. "Now the rest." His fingers hooked into the sides of her panties, dragging them slowly down her thighs. The air felt cool against her wetness, making her shiver. "Look at you," he breathed, his eyes dark with hunger as he took in her completely naked form. "Perfect little pussy just waiting to be filled. Never been touched. Never been fucked."

His hands came up to the clasp of her bra, fingers deft and sure as they released the tiny hook. The lace fell away from her breasts, baring her small, perfect tits to his hungry gaze. Her nipples were already hard peaks, aching for his touch as he let the bra join the robe on the floor. He stepped back, his eyes roaming over every inch of her naked body with an intensity that made her skin prickle with heat.

"Fucking perfect," he growled, voice thick with lust. "Look at these tits—just the right handful to squeeze and suck." His hands flexed at his sides as if imagining the weight of them. "And this cunt... pink and glistening and untouched. All for me." The vulgar words should have shamed her, but instead they sent another rush of wetness between her thighs. Emboldened by his praise and the raw need coiling in her belly, Della reached for the button of his jeans, her fingers trembling.

But Colten caught her wrist firmly, pushing her hand away. "Not yet," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "First, I want to see how you touch yourself when you're alone at night. Show me how you make that pretty little pussy cum."

Della's face flamed with a fresh wave of humiliation. She'd never done such a thing in front of anyone—had barely allowed herself to look during those furtive, guilty sessions in her dark bedroom. "I... I can't," she whispered, shaking her head as she tried to cover herself with her hands.

Colten's expression softened only slightly, though his dominance remained unwavering. "Yes, you can," he insisted, guiding her hands away from her body. "I want to watch you get yourself off for me. Show me what you like." He settled onto the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on hers with a mixture of command and encouragement.

Hesitantly, Della brought one hand to her breast, cupping it nervously while the other drifted down between her legs. Her face burned as she spread her own slickness over her clit, circling it with trembling fingers just as she did when she was alone. The sensation was immediately intense—her body already so aroused that even this light touch made her hips jerk forward.

"That's it," Colten encouraged gruffly, his own breathing growing heavier as he watched. "Show me how you fuck yourself with those pretty fingers."

Della’s embarrassment began to melt under the heat of his gaze and the building pleasure coiling deep inside her. She slipped two fingers inside herself, gasping at the familiar stretch—the one she could always give herself but never enough to truly satisfy the ache. Her movements grew less hesitant as she worked herself in rhythm, mimicking what she imagined real sex might feel like.

"Faster," Colten urged, his voice rough with desire. "Make that tight little cunt drip for me."

Her fingers plunged deeper, moving faster as he commanded, the wet sounds of her own arousal filling the quiet room. Her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure built, her back arching off the bed, completely lost in the sensation until his low groan pulled her attention back to him.

Her eyes fluttered open to find Colten had finally undone his jeans, pushing them down just enough to free his massive cock. Her breath caught in her throat, her fingers stilling inside herself as she stared. It was huge—thick and heavy, veined and already leaking a bead of precum from its flushed tip. Surely all cocks weren’t this big. Her mouth went dry as she swallowed nervously, unable to look away from the intimidating length of him.

Colten chuckled darkly at her wide-eyed expression, his hand slowly stroking his shaft with a possessive grip that made her own emptiness ache. "Yeah, I know," he said matter-of-factly, his thumb smearing the precum over the swollen head. "I'm a lot bigger than average." His eyes dropped to where her fingers were still buried inside her tight little cunt. "You're going to need to cum a couple times first—get that pretty pussy good and wet and relaxed before I even think about sliding inside you."

He leaned forward slightly, his free hand coming to rest on her thigh, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin there. "Look at you—so fucking tight. My cock would split you in half if we tried right now." The crude words sent a fresh rush of wetness around her fingers, and he smiled approvingly. "That's it. Get nice and slick for me. Show me how you can make yourself come apart on your own fingers first."

Della’s heart hammered as she began moving her hand again, this time with renewed purpose under his intense gaze. She watched as he continued stroking himself slowly, his thick fingers wrapped around his shaft in a way that made her own emptiness feel more pronounced. The sheer size of him was both terrifying and thrilling—a promise of being utterly filled in ways she'd never imagined.

"Fuck yourself harder now," he growled, his voice thick with lust as he watched her movements become more frantic. "I want to see that tight little hole stretch around your fingers—get it ready for me." His own strokes grew firmer, the slick sound of his hand moving over his cock joining the wet noises from between her legs.

She could feel herself climbing higher, her hips bucking against her own hand as pleasure coiled tightly in her belly. Just as she felt herself nearing the edge, Colten’s free hand came down to cover hers, stilling her movements abruptly.

"Not yet," he commanded softly but firmly. "I want you right on that edge when I taste you for the first time." Before she could process his words, he was moving off the bed and onto his knees between her spread legs.

His hands gripped her thighs firmly, spreading them wider as he lowered his head towards her dripping cunt.

His hot breath washed over her sensitive flesh a second before his tongue swiped through her slit in one long, flat stroke that made her cry out and arch off the bed.

"Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined," he groaned against her pussy before diving back in hungrily.

His tongue worked over every inch of her—flicking against her clit before plunging deep inside her tight hole only to withdraw and lap at her juices like a man starved.

His mouth was relentless, devouring her with a raw hunger that left her trembling and gasping. Every flick of his tongue against her clit sent lightning through her veins, every deep plunge into her tight hole made her thighs shake uncontrollably. He held her hips pinned to the bed, his strong hands keeping her exactly where he wanted her as he feasted on her virgin pussy like it was his last meal.

"That's it, sweetheart," he growled against her slick flesh, his voice vibrating through her sensitive nerves. "Let me taste that first orgasm. I want to feel you come all over my tongue." His words were crude, filthy, and they made her cunt clench around nothing, desperate for something to fill the aching emptiness. He sucked hard on her clit, swirling his tongue around the swollen bud until she was sobbing with need, her fingers twisting in the sheets as pleasure coiled impossibly tight in her belly.

When she finally came, it was with a shattered cry that echoed through the room—a raw, uninhibited sound she didn't recognize as her own. Her body convulsed under his mouth as wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through her, making her hips buck wildly against his face while he drank every drop of her release. He didn't let up for a second, licking and sucking through every aftershock until she was limp and trembling beneath him.

Before she could even catch her breath, his slick fingers were pressing against her entrance—two thick digits sliding into her soaked cunt without warning. She gasped at the sudden fullness, so much more substantial than her own slender fingers had been. "Look at that," Colten murmured darkly, watching as his fingers disappeared inside her tight hole. "Your pretty little pussy is sucking my fingers right in. So hungry for it already."

He began moving them slowly at first, pumping in and out with deliberate strokes that stretched her deliciously. The wet sound of his fingers fucking into her made heat flood her cheeks even as another rush of arousal soaked his hand. "Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, curling his fingers upward to press against that sensitive spot deep inside that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

"Please," she whimpered, not even sure what she was begging for—more of this overwhelming sensation or the terrifying promise of his massive cock filling this new emptiness.

"Please what?" he demanded roughly. "You want this big cock stretching this greedy little cunt even wider?" He pressed the head of his erection against her thigh so she could feel the thick heat of him while his fingers continued their relentless rhythm inside her.

"Yes," she gasped, arching into his touch shamelessly now. "Please fuck me."

"Not yet, sweetheart," he growled, his voice thick with lust as he watched his thick fingers disappear into her tight little hole. "You're not ready for this yet. You need to learn how to take more than just a couple fingers first." His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing rough, delicious circles that made her hips buck wildly. "Look at you—greedy little cunt already trying to suck my fingers deeper. Fucking desperate for it, aren't you?"

He added a third finger, stretching her wider than she'd ever been stretched before, the burn making her gasp and clench around the intrusion. "That's it," he purred, watching her face contort with pleasure-pain. "Take it. You want to be a good little slut for me, don't you? You want to prove you can handle a real cock?" His other hand came up to roughly pinch and twist her nipple, sending sharp jolts of sensation straight to her throbbing clit. "Answer me, Della."

"Yes," she sobbed, her back arching off the bed as he worked his thick fingers deeper, scissoring them to stretch her even wider. "I want to be good for you—please!"

"Good girl," he growled, his thumb pressing harder against her clit while his fingers pumped relentlessly inside her dripping hole. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the room, mingling with her ragged breaths and his low grunts of approval. "Fuck, listen to that—your tight little pussy is so wet for me. Soaking my whole hand." He leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over her nipple before he took the hardened peak into his mouth, sucking hard while his tongue lashed against the sensitive flesh.

The dual sensations were overwhelming—his mouth on her breast, his fingers stretching her cunt, his thumb working her clit in rough, perfect circles. She could feel another orgasm building already, coiling deep in her belly despite having just come moments before. "I can't—" she whimpered, her thighs trembling violently as pleasure mounted to an unbearable peak.

"You can," he commanded against her breast, biting down gently on her nipple before soothing it with his tongue. "You're going to come all over my fingers like a good little slut. Show me how much you love being stretched open." He added a fourth finger, making her cry out at the intense fullness—stretching her wider than she ever thought possible, the burn transforming into pure, blinding pleasure as he found a rhythm that hit that perfect spot deep inside her.

"Oh god!" she screamed as the orgasm ripped through her without warning, her cunt clamping down on his thick fingers in violent, rhythmic pulses. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her, making her vision whiten at the edges as she soaked his hand and the sheets beneath her with her release. Her entire body convulsed with the force of it, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode out the overwhelming sensations.

Colten didn't stop—he kept fucking her with his four fingers through every violent contraction, his thumb never letting up on her oversensitive clit. "That's it," he groaned, watching her come apart beneath him. "Fuck, look at you—dripping all over my hand. Such a messy little cunt." He slowly withdrew his soaked fingers, holding them up for her to see glistening with her arousal before bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean with a low, appreciative groan. "So sweet. Now you're ready for the real thing."

He moved with a predator's grace, shifting positions until his broad back rested against the headboard, the carved wood framing his powerful shoulders like a throne. Della was still trembling from her violent climax, her body limp and pliant as he gathered her against his chest. His cock stood thick and proud between them, the veined length glistening with precum and her own slickness from where she'd rubbed against him.

"Easy now," he murmured into her hair, his voice rough with restraint as he positioned her over him. His hands gripped her hips firmly, holding her suspended just above the angry red tip of his erection. "This is going to feel like a lot, sweetheart. More than you can imagine." He lowered her slowly, inch by agonizing inch, the broad head of his cock stretching her virgin entrance wider than she thought possible.

Della cried out as he filled her, a broken sob torn from her throat as she felt herself being stretched beyond what she believed her body could take. "Please," she begged, writhing in his firm grip, "all of it—I want all of you!" Her nails dug into his shoulders as she tried to force herself down faster, but his hands held her immobile, controlling every fraction of her descent.

"Not yet," he ground out through clenched teeth, sweat beading on his forehead from the effort of holding back. "I'd love to ram this thick cock all the way into your tight little cunt in one thrust—fuck you raw until you scream—but you'd be walking funny for a week." His thumbs dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he lowered her another excruciating inch. "We're doing this my way."

She could feel every ridge and vein of his massive length as he filled her gradually, the burning stretch transforming into a deep, overwhelming fullness that made her head spin. Her inner muscles fluttered helplessly around the invading thickness, trying to accommodate what felt impossible. "I can't—it's too much," she whimpered, but even as she said it, her hips rocked instinctively, trying to take him deeper.

"You can," he insisted darkly, his blue eyes locked on where their bodies joined. "Look how well you're taking me—your tight little pussy is swallowing my cock like it was made for it." He lowered her another fraction, and she felt him press against something deep inside that made stars burst behind her eyelids. "Just a little more now... almost there..."

When he finally slid that last impossible inch into her depths, they both cried out simultaneously—her with a shattered scream of pleasure-pain as he bottomed out inside her virgin cunt, him with a guttural roar that shook the bed frame. For a long moment they simply stayed like that—joined completely, breathing ragged breaths against each other's skin as their bodies adjusted to the overwhelming connection.

Colten's grip on her hips finally eased slightly as he leaned back against the headboard with a deep groan. "Fuck," he breathed out roughly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "You feel that? My entire fucking length buried in your tight little cunt." He shifted slightly experimentally, making them both gasp at the sensation. "Never felt anything so perfect in my life."

Della could only nod wordlessly; tears of overwhelmed sensation pricked at her eyes as she felt him throbbing deep inside her—every pulse reminding her just how completely filled she was. The initial burning had transformed into a deep ache of fullness that bordered on painful yet felt utterly right somehow.

"Now," Colten murmured against her ear before nipping at the lobe gently, "you're going to learn how to ride this big cock properly." His hands guided hers to rest on his shoulders before settling back on her hips. "Slow at first—just little movements until you get used to having me this deep." He demonstrated by lifting her slightly before lowering her again onto his thickness, making them both groan at the sensation.

"Just little movements until you get used to having me this deep," he repeated, his voice thick with restraint as he guided her hips in a gentle, rocking motion that made her gasp at the sensation of his cock shifting inside her stretched walls. "That's it, sweetheart. Just like that."

Della's initial hesitance melted away with each slow, deliberate rise and fall of her body. Her inner muscles fluttered around his thickness, learning the rhythm he set for her as she moved tentatively at first, then with growing confidence. "Fuck," Colten breathed out, his hands tightening on her hips. "Look at you—taking my cock like you were made for it. Your tight little pussy is squeezing me so perfectly."

His praise sent a fresh wave of heat through her veins, emboldening her to move faster, to take more control as she found a rhythm that made them both groan with pleasure. "Yes," he encouraged roughly, his eyes dark with lust as he watched her body work over his. "Ride me just like that—fuck yourself on my cock." His words were crude and filthy, but they only spurred her on, making her move with a desperate hunger she didn't know she possessed.

"I feel so full," she gasped, her head falling back as she impaled herself on his length again and again. "Fuller than I ever thought possible." The sensation was overwhelming—every thrust stretched her deliciously, hitting depths inside her that made pleasure coil tight in her belly until she was trembling with the need for release.

"Because you are full," Colten growled, his hips meeting hers thrust for thrust now. "My thick cock buried balls-deep in your perfect little cunt. Never felt anything this good in my fucking life." His hands slid from her hips to grip her ass roughly, pulling her down harder onto him with each upward thrust. "Look at you—so fucking natural at this. All that worrying about being inexperienced for nothing."

Della moaned loudly, the combination of his dirty words and the relentless friction pushing her closer to the edge. "I'm gonna cum," she sobbed, her movements becoming erratic as pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Not yet," Colten commanded suddenly, his hands gripping her hips firmly to slow her frantic pace. "I want to feel you come while you're riding me properly—not just falling apart." He forced her back into a steady rhythm despite her desperate whimpers, making her work for every bit of friction until she was sobbing with frustration and need.

"Please," she begged shamelessly now, riding him with renewed determination as she chased the orgasm that hovered just out of reach. "I need to cum so bad."

His grip on her hips tightened, his voice a rough command that vibrated through her entire being. "That's it, sweetheart. Go ahead and cum all over my thick cock. Let me feel that tight little pussy milk me dry."

The permission shattered what little control she had left. Her movements became frantic and uncoordinated, her hips jerking wildly as she rode him with desperate abandon. "Oh god, oh fuck, Colten!" she sobbed, her body seizing as the first violent wave of her orgasm crashed over her. Her inner muscles clenched around his length in rhythmic, pulsing spasms that made him groan deep in his chest.

She was a blubbering mess above him, her words reduced to incoherent pleas and breathy moans as aftershocks rocked through her trembling frame. Her rhythm faltered completely, her body going limp as overwhelming pleasure rendered her useless.

Just as she began to slump forward, his hands gripped her hips with renewed purpose, taking control once more. "Easy now," he growled, setting a deep, steady rhythm that buried his entire length to the hilt with every powerful upward thrust. "I've got you." Each measured movement stretched her impossibly full, hitting that perfect spot deep inside that made her eyes roll back in her head.

She could only whimper his name repeatedly—"Colten... please... yes..."—as he fucked up into her with relentless precision, the wet slap of their bodies meeting filling the room along with their ragged breathing.

Suddenly the deep rhythm stopped completely. He tried to lift her off him but she tightened her legs around his waist instinctively, not wanting this incredible fullness to end. "Della," he warned through gritted teeth, sweat dripping down his temples. "If I don't move you right now I'm gonna fucking cum deep in your pussy."

"Please," she begged immediately, locking her ankles behind his back to keep him buried inside her. "Fill me up—I want to feel you cum inside me!"

A raw groan tore from his throat as he gave up trying to move her. "Fuck," he growled, his hips beginning to piston into hers with renewed force. "Gonna pump my load so deep in this perfect cunt—breed you like the good little girl you are." His words were filthy and crude but they sent fresh waves of pleasure crashing through her already oversensitive body.

She felt him swell even larger inside her just before hot jets of cum began pulsing into her depths—thick ropes of it filling her in ways she'd never imagined possible. The sensation was overwhelming—the feeling of being claimed so completely sent her spiraling into another shattering orgasm that had her screaming his name until she was hoarse.

"That's it," he groaned through his own release, holding himself deep as he emptied every last drop intoher trembling body. "Taking my cum so perfectly—filling your tight little pussy until it's dripping out of you." He collapsed back against the headboard, both of them breathing heavily as aftershocks continued to ripple through their joined bodies.

For a long moment they simply stayed connected, his softening cock still buried deep inside her as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Then, with surprising tenderness, he lifted her off him and laid her gently back against the pillows.

Della whimpered at the sudden emptiness, feeling his warm cum begin to trickle out of her well-used pussy. But Colten didn't let it go far—he pressed two fingers against her sensitive entrance, gently pushing the thick fluid back inside her. "Don't want to waste a single drop," he murmured, his voice rough but unusually soft as he watched his fingers work. "My cum belongs deep in this perfect cunt."

He stretched out beside her, pulling her against his broad chest and wrapping his powerful arms around her trembling form. His skin was slick with sweat, warm and solid against her back as he nuzzled into her hair. "You did so fucking good, sweetheart," he whispered, his crude words somehow tender in the quiet aftermath. "Better than I ever imagined. My perfect girl."

Della melted into his embrace, her body still humming with the echoes of pleasure as he held her close. His hand stroked slowly up and down her arm, his touch surprisingly gentle. "I'm glad it was me," he confessed quietly, his lips brushing her shoulder. "Glad I got to be the one to show you how good it can feel. To take that tight virgin pussy and make it mine." His arms tightened around her possessively. "No one else gets to touch this perfect cunt now. Understand? This pussy belongs to me."

She nodded against his chest. Tears pricked at her eyes—not from pain or regret, but from the overwhelming rightness of his words. In that moment, she knew with absolute certainty that she was glad too. Glad it was Colten's experienced hands that had guided her, his massive cock that had filled her, his rough voice that had praised her. This accidental change of plans hadn't just given her a first time—it had given her something real, something raw and powerful that went far beyond just sex.

As his breathing deepened into sleep behind her, Della let herself drift in the warmth of his embrace, feeling more cherished and claimed than she ever had in her life. This wasn't the careful, friendly arrangement she'd planned with Leo—this was something deeper, darker, and infinitely more satisfying. Colten hadn't just taken her virginity; he'd rewired her very understanding of pleasure and connection. And as sleep finally claimed her, safe in his arms, she knew this unexpected detour had completely changed the trajectory of her life in the most beautiful way possible.

Change of Plans

Change of Plans