The next morning I woke up still inside her.
Claire was curled against me, my arm around her waist, the purple c**k buried deep in her cunt from the night before. She’d fallen asleep like that—full, claimed, exhausted—and I hadn’t pulled out. Every small shift of her body made her flutter around the dildo. Even in sleep she was holding me.
I kissed the back of her neck, slow and deliberate, and started rocking my hips in shallow thrusts. Just enough to drag the thick shaft against her walls. Claire stirred with a soft, sleepy moan, pushing back against me before she was even fully awake.
“Morning,” I murmured against her skin.
She tensed for half a second when reality hit—where she was, what was still inside her—then she exhaled and melted into it.
“Alex…”
“Shh.” I reached around and
