Bella’s POV
Leon yanked out sudden. His thick c**k slipped free with a filthy, wet squelch, strings of our mixed c*m and spit stretching long and snapping, splattering sticky on my inner thighs.
My p***y gaped empty, throbbing raw, hot c*m leaking out in thick, warm globs down my legs, pooling slick on the marble floor. My thighs quivered weak, knees buckling hard. He dropped me fast—my feet smacked the cold marble hard, soles stinging sharp from the impact.
I bit my lip soft. Tasted salt, sweat, and his blood still lingering from our kiss.
Before I could even suck in a shaky breath, his big hands clamped my waist—his fingers bruising deep into my soft, sweat-slick flesh. He flipped me around rough. Now I faced the wall, my palms slapping cold on the wall .
He pushed my back down lo
