The sound of Sophia’s bedroom door slamming echoed through the Blackwood estate like a gunshot that never stopped ringing.
I lay limp and destroyed in Damien’s arms, his thick c**k still half-hard and nestled against my leaking, c*m-filled cunt. Fresh loads dripped steadily from my swollen p***y onto the ruined sheets, mixing with the evidence of hours of nonstop breeding. My belly felt heavy and bloated, already showing the first subtle swell from the relentless flood of his seed over the past three days. Bruises in the shape of his fingerprints marked my hips and thighs. My n*****s were raw and bitten. My throat ached from choking on him.
Damien stroked my hair almost tenderly, his deep voice rumbling against my ear. “She’ll get over it. Or she won’t. Either way, you’re not going anywh
