I was asleep. Barely.
My body ached everywhere. My p***y was raw. My ass leaked with c*m. My throat was sore from choking on c***s I wasn’t supposed to love.
But I did love it.
And that’s why I didn’t fight it when I felt the bed dip.
Hands on my thighs. Fingers brushing my n*****s. Breath against my neck.
Jaxon.
“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” he whispered, voice low, rough.
Before I could answer, I felt it his c**k sliding between my thighs.
No warning. No mercy.
He shoved in deep, burying himself in my still-soaked cunt like it was his personal hole.
I gasped. My legs kicked, but he grabbed them and pushed them wide open, holding them there.
“Still so f*****g wet,” he growled. “Still messy with Mason’s c*m, too. Filthy little toy.”
My hips lifted automatically, li
