Sunlight filtered through the heavy blackout curtains of Lance’s penthouse bedroom, painting golden stripes across my naked body. I woke up sore in the best and worst ways — thighs aching, p***y swollen and tender, the inside of my thighs sticky with dried c*m. Bite marks and fingerprints decorated my breasts and hips like a possessive roadmap.
Lance’s arm was locked around my waist like steel, his hard chest pressed to my back, his morning erection nestled hot and heavy between my ass cheeks.
“Morning, Old Lady,” he rumbled against my neck, voice gravelly with sleep and lust. He rocked his hips forward, sliding his thick c**k along my slit without entering me yet. “Feel that? Still hard for you after f*****g you three times last night.”
I whimpered, pushing back against him instinctive
