I was sprawled across the sheets, chest heaving, thighs shaking uncontrollably. My body felt used, wrecked, but still tingling with that awful, aching need.
Kevin leaned over me, his palm sliding possessively over my ass. “Look at you,” he muttered with a satisfied grin. “c*m dripping down your thighs, legs trembling, and you’re still hungry for more.”
I whimpered, trying to close my legs, but he smacked my ass hard, forcing them apart again.
“Don’t you dare hide from me.”
Before I could protest, he grabbed my hair and yanked me upright, forcing me to kneel on the bed in front of him. My lips parted in confusion, but then he pressed his c**k—still wet and sticky with both of us—against my mouth.
“Open,” he ordered, voice low and commanding.
Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I obeyed, let
