I didn’t sleep that night. I lay in my bed, my fingers still buried knuckle-deep in my cunt, furiously rubbing my c**t. The room smelled like s*x—musky, sweet, and depraved. My sheets were soaked through, a dark wet spot spreading beneath my ass.
I was obsessed. I was aching. My p***y was throbbing so hard I could feel my heartbeat in my c**t. I wanted Mark. I wanted to wrap my lips around his thick c**k and choke on it. I wanted him to bend me over and wreck my tight little holes. The guilt was there, a dull ache in the background, but it was drowned out by the sheer, overwhelming need to be used by him.
I drifted off around dawn, my hand still sticky between my legs.
I woke up to my phone buzzing. It was Summer.
Get up. We need coffee. I missed you
I dragged myself out of bed, my bo
