Roommate's Older Brother- 7
Chapter 07
KIARA
I was still sore when I walked into the kitchen.
Devon stood shirtless by the stove, flipping pancakes like he hadn't just fucked me into another dimension. The muscles in his back moved with every stir, tattoos flexing, hair messy, and just… ugh.
"pancakes?," he said, not even turning.
"I'm limping," I replied flatly, dragging my feet to the counter.
He smirked, glancing over his shoulder. "You're the one bouncing so well on my dick."
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