He didn’t put me down.
My body was limp in his arms, boneless and soaked, legs still wrapped weakly around his waist. My p***y throbbed—full, sore, dripping. I could feel his seed leaking out of me, sliding down my thighs, soaking into the moss.
Rael licked the blood from the bite on my shoulder.
Soft. Almost tender.
Then he pulled out.
I gasped, head falling back, my cunt clenching hard around the emptiness. A fresh spill of wetness dripped down my legs.
“Look at that,” he murmured, watching it. “Already losing me.”
I whimpered. My body was still twitching. Too much—but not enough. I hated how empty I suddenly felt. Like my body needed him again before it had even finished coming down.
“You thought I was finished?” Rael said.
He turned me in his arms.
Bent me forward over a moss
