I stood there shaking, legs barely holding me up, his c*m still leaking out of me in slow, warm pulses that slid down the inside of my thighs and dripped onto the tile. My shorts were tangled around one ankle, soaked through. I kicked them off and left them in a crumpled heap on the floor, the cotton sticking to my skin for a second before it let go.
He didn’t wait. Didn’t give me time to catch my breath. Just grabbed my wrist, fingers tight around the bone, and pulled me through the dark hallway to the living room.
The leather couch was cool against my bare thighs when he pushed me down on it. I landed on my back, t**s bouncing, n*****s aching from the cold air and the way he’d twisted them earlier. He stood over me, eyes raking down my body like he was already planning round two, like
