Chapter 13.
If anyone had told me that I would take the c**k of a man for the fourth round in a single day, I would never have believed it.
But I did. I took Maxwell’s c**k, over and over again until I could barely feel my legs.
Four rounds. Four rounds of sweet, dominating s*x that left my p***y dripping and aching in ways I didn’t know it could hurt.
I lay on the bed, tired, helpless, and sore from how good Maxwell had f****d my p***y like I was his to ruin.
The air in the room was thick and heavy… the scent of s*x clogging the air like fog.
Maxwell lay behind me, his eyes watching and piercing into my back amidst the silence that draped over the room.
My skin burned, the weight of his gaze piercing into me.
I was tired. Exhausted from how used I was, and every time I tried to dr
