Morning light streamed through the glass walls. Sia woke in Derek’s bed, sore and marked, his arm heavy across her waist.
She didn’t remember falling asleep, only the hours of f*****g, his voice in her ear, his c*m drying on her thighs.
Derek was already awake, watching her.
“Morning,” he said, his thumb tracing her swollen lips.
“Morning,” Sia managed, her voice hoarse from hours of deep throat blow jobs and ravage kisses.
He rolled on top of her, his c**k hard against her hip. “I’m not done with you.”
“Derek, I’m sore—”
“Good,” he pushed her legs apart and slid inside her, slowly this time, letting her feel every inch. “I want you to feel me all day. At class, at dinner with our parents, in your bed tonight when I come for you again.”
He f****d her slowly this time, no anger, ju
