“I need a f*****g drink…”
The words slipped out of her mouth on a shaky breath as she sat up, sweat clinging to every inch of her skin. Her inner thighs were soaked. Not just damp. Not just wet. Soaked. Sticky. Slick. Still twitching. Still pulsing. She dragged the sheets off her body and stared down at herself, wide-eyed and filthy.
“Jesus,” she whispered, blinking. “What the f**k is wrong with me…”
Her legs shook as she stood, c*m trickling between her thighs like she’d just been f****d again. Her p***y lips were swollen. Her n*****s were stiff. Her entire body was screaming for something she wasn’t supposed to want.
“Elijah…” she groaned.
Even saying his name made her clench.
Her knees almost buckled.
She walked to the robe hanging on the hook and yanked it down with trembling fi
