GLORIA
I gasped at the emptiness, the wet mess of me soaking the sheets.
He laid back against the headboard, grabbing a cigarette from the nightstand. He lit it with one hand, took a long drag, and blew the smoke toward the ceiling, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Look at you,” he smirked, “Six months untouched, and now you’re dripping my c*m all over my bed.”
Heat burned my cheeks, but I couldn’t look away.
He tilted his head, exhaling smoke. “And don’t you dare lie to yourself. You’ll be back. I don’t know when… but you’ll crawl right back to me. You can't forget my big, long, badass dick.”
I squeezed my thighs together, trying to fight the ache already returning, but I was already dripping again.
He chuckled and leaned over, dragging the cigarette from his lips and tapping ash car
