Layla's POV.
The next morning, I woke to the feeling of Marcus’s thick c**k already nudging against my entrance from behind.
I was still half-asleep, spooned against his large, warm body in my bed, when he pushed inside me with one slow, deliberate thrust. A soft moan escaped my lips as he filled me completely, stretching my sore, c*m-filled p***y once again.
“Morning, little girl,” he murmured against the back of my neck, his voice rough with sleep and lust. His hand slid over my hip and settled possessively on my lower belly. “Time for your first load of the day.”
He f****d me lazily at first — deep, grinding strokes that made me feel every inch while his fingers circled my c**t with practiced ease. I pushed back against him, gasping as pleasure quickly overtook the soreness.
“Sir…
