MARLA'S P.O.V.
My body hummed with aftershocks, every muscle loose and trembling as I lay there on my stomach, his weight half-draped over me. c*m cooled on my back, sticky trails running down my sides, while the ache between my legs throbbed—a delicious reminder of how thoroughly he'd wrecked me. I could feel his c**k, still semi-hard, pressing against my thigh, twitching like it had unfinished business. The room smelled of s*x, sweat, and that underlying musk of him, raw and animalistic.
He shifted, his breath hot against my ear. 'Think you're done?' he murmured, voice gravelly from exertion. His hand slid down my spine, fingers tracing the welts from his spanks, making me shiver. Before I could answer, he rolled me onto my back, pinning my wrists above my head with one large palm. His
