My body was trembling, spent, but he wasn’t done with me—not even close. His c**k slipped out of me with a wet sound, leaving me hollow, aching, and dripping with everything he had already given me. I collapsed against the sheets, chest heaving, thighs shaking, hoping for even a second of relief.
But he didn’t believe in mercy.
A sharp slap landed on my inner thigh, making me jolt and cry out. The sting burned, dragging me back into his world of control.
“Don’t you dare close your legs,” he warned, voice like gravel, dark and commanding. “Keep them open. Keep that sweet p***y on display for me.”
I forced my thighs apart wider, humiliation mixing with the throbbing need between my legs. My body was wrecked, but it was still begging, still desperate.
He crouched low, eyes fixed on me li
