Chapter 8. Harpy

Lucas woke up to the bright sunlight assaulting his eyes and the feel of a plump ass pressed against his groin.

He groaned inwardly as he looked at the time. It was already past noon.

He couldn’t believe he let Amy talk him into having sex for the second time.

And then again this morning.

Lucas sighed, running a hand over his face as the events of the past twelve hours replayed in his mind. He had no idea how Amy managed to seduce him so easily.

Little nymph.

He shifted slightly, trying not to wake her, but the feel of her bare skin against his sent a jolt through him. His cock stirred despite his better judgment.

Get a grip, he scolded himself.

Amy stirred, letting out a contented hum as she stretched lazily, pressing her body even closer to his. “Mmm, morning, Slut,” she murmured sleepily, her voice thick with satisfaction.

Lucas groaned, burying his face in her hair. “It’s noon, and don’t call me that.”

“Sorry. I shall call you