I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling as moonlight filtered through my curtains. My body still hummed with the aftershocks of what Brandon had done to me—his fingers buried deep inside me, his thumb circling my c**t with practiced precision, that commanding voice calling me his puppy.
My hand drifted down between my thighs, finding myself wet all over again. God, I was soaked. The memory of his thick fingers stretching me open made my walls clench around nothing. I wondered if he was still in his study, still watching that porn, still stroking that magnificent c**k.
Did he finish after he put me to bed? Or was he still hard, still aching, thinking about me the way I couldn't stop thinking about him?
I imagined him coming back to my room, pushing open the door with that predato
