Stiles’s heart raced as she pulled up to Derek’s estate the next morning, her body already betraying her with a familiar ache between her thighs. She’d barely slept, replaying yesterday’s “exam” in her mind—the way his fingers had stretched her, made her cum like a slut in heat. Eli had been none the wiser, fucking her gently that night, but her thoughts had wandered to her father-in-law’s touch, his commanding presence. Now, dressed in another slutty ensemble—a tiny pink babydoll dress that barely covered her ass, the sheer fabric leaving her massive tits on full display with no bra or panties underneath—she rang the bell, her pink nipples hard and visible, her fat pussy already slick with anticipation.

Derek opened the door, his tall, muscled frame clad in a simple white shirt and jeans that hugged his thick thighs. His dark eyes devoured her instantly, a smirk curling his lips as he took in her outfit. “Back so soon, Stiles? Eager for your deeper checkup, huh?” He stepped aside, his voice low and teasing, pulling her into a quick hug that pressed her soft curves against his hard body.