I couldn’t move.
My legs were shaking, my body limp, my p***y dripping from everything he’d left inside me. And yet… he was still staring at me like I was something unfinished.
Like he hadn’t broken me enough.
He pulled out slowly, a deep groan rumbling from his chest as he watched the mess between my thighs.
“Look at that,” he muttered. “My c*m leaking out of your sweet little cunt.”
I flinched, embarrassed. My face burned hot.
He grabbed my hips and flipped me over, forcing me to lie on my back naked, wrecked, legs spread and twitching.
Then he dropped to his knees.
I froze. “W-what are you. . .?”
“Did I say you could talk?”
His voice was low. Deadly. But his eyes… they burned. He grabbed my thighs, dragged my ass to the edge of the bed, and bent over me.
His tongue touched me
