Lance carried me back to his room like I weighed nothing, my body still trembling from the public claiming on the pool table. My thighs were slick with his c*m, my p***y aching and full, and every step he took made more of it leak down my legs. The entire clubhouse had watched him f**k me like an animal, and instead of shame, all I felt was a dark, twisted thrill.
The door slammed shut behind us. He didn’t set me down gently — he tossed me onto the bed, the black sheets still rumpled from our earlier f*****g.
I barely had time to catch my breath before he was on me.
This kiss was different.
It wasn’t the teasing, controlled kisses from earlier in the night. This was brutal. Possessive. Punishing.
Lance’s mouth slammed down on mine like he wanted to devour me whole. His tongue forced i
