He's not her type. It was just a mercy fuck—a favor for a friend. Now she can't catch her breath, and she’s coming again.

Their date—once a chore—turned on a dime. She was faking it—until she wasn’t. His shy charm and thoughtfullness tugged at her heart. When she suggested going to his place after, it was no longer part of the plan.

He’s hung, and he lasts. Her best sex in ages. The look in his eyes as they cuddle makes her feel desired, not used. It’s been a long time.

No need for ride. She’s staying the night.