I stood on shaky legs. He didn’t give me time to wipe anything off. He just turned me around, pressed my chest to the wall.
“f**k,” he muttered. “You’re dripping down your own thighs. All from sucking my c**k. You needed this bad, didn’t you?”
I could only nod, forehead pressed to the wall. He pumped his fingers a few times, curling them, then pulled them out and wiped them across my mouth.
“Taste how ready you are for me.”
I did. He didn’t wait. I felt the thick head of him rub between my folds, sliding through all the wetness, and then he was pushing in.
“Breathe,” he said against my ear. “Take all of it. You’ve been empty all night thinking about this. Now you’re getting every inch.”
He didn’t move right away. Just stayed buried deep, one hand in my hair, the other gripping my h
