Jezebel's POV
I was on my back with my legs open as my boyfriend's soft little c**k was already slipping out of me again.
“Almost,” he panted against my neck. “I’m almost there, baby.”
He thrust twice more, shallow and wet, then groaned like he had just finished a marathon.
Warmth spilled inside me for maybe three seconds before he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, proud of himself.
I stared at the ceiling and counted the cracks in the plaster while his heart hammered against my ribs.
He pulled out and rolled onto his side, already reaching for his phone.
“That was good, right?”
“Yeah,” I said. The word tasted like nothing.
I could still feel how empty I was. How my c**t throbbed with nothing to answer it. How my cunt had barely even clenched.
I slid my hand between my
