Lena’s POV
I was still trembling when Adrian finally pulled out of me.
My legs felt like jelly as I stood on shaky feet, his c*m slowly dripping down my inner thighs. He kissed me deeply, almost tenderly, while fixing my skirt and smoothing down my disheveled hair.
“You’re going to feel me all day,” he murmured against my lips, a satisfied smirk on his face.
I could only nod, still dazed.
Before I left his office, Adrian transferred a generous amount of money into my account. “For you and Cleo,” he said simply. “Don’t argue.”
His driver was already waiting downstairs. The entire ride home, I sat in the back seat of the luxury car, thighs pressed tightly together, feeling every reminder of what we had just done. My p***y was sore, swollen, and still leaking him. I kept biting my lip,
