“I’m still inside her,” I told the man on the phone, my voice shaking with pleasure. “I’m still f*****g hard. She’s still dripping. And I’m going to f**k her again before I even think about Camilla.”
I didn’t wait for a reply.
I dropped the phone. Let it fall to the floor. Then I kicked it under the table with my boot like it was trash. I didn’t give a s**t if the line was still open. I didn’t care if the man was still screaming on the other end. None of it mattered.
All that mattered was Lyra.
Bent over in front of me. Shivering. Moaning. Still dripping my c*m.
She looked back over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wild, her lips parted in disbelief. Her hair was stuck to her face with sweat and s*x, and her whole body looked like it had been loved too rough and too real.
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