Chapter 2 - Open Door Policy

Three nights later, the same pattern held. Mom left for third shift just after ten. The house settled into that heavy summer quiet. Ashley waited until the sound of the car faded down the street, then walked straight to Mike’s room without hesitating this time.

He was already awake. The lamp on the nightstand was on low, throwing warm light across the bed. He was naked under the thin sheet, one arm behind his head, watching the door. When she stepped inside, he pulled the sheet down and let her see him—already half-hard, thick against his thigh.

“Lock it,” he said.

She did. Then she crossed the room, pulled her tank top off on the way, and climbed onto the bed in just her panties. Mike sat up against the headboard. Ashley swung a leg over his hips and settled on his lap, the thin fabric of her panties the only thing between them. She could feel the heat of his cock pressing up against her.

He ran his hands up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. “You been thinking about the other night?”

“Every day,” she said. She rocked her hips once, slow, grinding down on the length of him. The friction made her breath catch. “I kept remembering how big you felt in my mouth. How deep you went when you fucked me.”

Mike’s hands moved to her ass and squeezed. “Take those off.”

She stood on the bed long enough to peel the panties down and kick them aside, then straddled him again. This time there was nothing in the way. She reached between them, wrapped her fingers around his cock, and stroked him until he was fully hard—thick, heavy, the head already wet. She lined him up and sank down in one slow, steady drop.

The stretch was still intense. He was thick enough that she had to pause halfway, thighs shaking, mouth open. Mike watched her face while she took the rest of him, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. When her ass finally settled against his thighs, she was full, stuffed, the head of his cock pressing deep.