Sky’s body floated, wrecked, oversensitive, barely able to move. Her thighs were trembling underwater. Her cunt? Still twitching from the last orgasm, still stretched, still leaking, still red and raw.
But Xavier wasn’t done.
Not even close.
He stood above her at the edge of the tub. Dripping. Massive. His c**k glistened with water and precum, veins thick, the tip flushed an angry, furious red like it had waited long enough.
He stared at her.
And climbed in.
Not gently.
Not sweetly.
He straddled her.
Water surged around them, slapping the edges of the tub like the bath itself couldn’t contain the weight of what was about to happen.
Sky blinked. “Xavier!”
“Shut up,” he growled.
He grabbed her thighs under the water. Pulled her down. Her back hit the porcelain. Her legs spread. H
