Sabrina POV
"Yes, you can," he growled, s******g me again. "You'll take every drop. You wanted your spoiled little spa day this is what you get."
Another o****m ripped through me, raw and painful and exquisite. I screamed until I was hoarse, collapsing fully against the table, a sweaty, ruined mess.
When he finally pulled out, c*m spilled down my thighs, warm and sticky. He smirked, grabbing a towel, wiping me carelessly before tossing it aside.
I lay there panting, my makeup ruined, lip gloss smeared, hair a tangled halo. I giggled softly, weak but bratty to the end. "Best. Spa. Day. Ever."
Mateo leaned down, lips brushing my ear as he whispered, "Brat."
I smirked, eyes fluttering shut, body wrecked but satisfied. "And don't you forget it."
I got myself together and
