“Wanna go again,” Jace murmured against the shell of my ear, voice gravel-low and thick with fresh hunger. His c**k was still buried deep inside me, softening only slightly, every tiny twitch sending aftershocks through my oversensitive walls.
I could barely speak. My thighs were shaking, slick with both of us, the creamy mess already leaking out around his shaft and trailing in slow, obscene rivers down the insides of my legs. My sundress was still bunched around my waist, t**s pressed flat to the cool glass, n*****s so hard they ached.
“Yes,” I whispered, voice wrecked. “f**k yes. Again. Please.”
He let out a dark, satisfied chuckle that vibrated straight through my spine.
“Good girl.”
He pulled out slowly, deliberately, letting me feel every thick inch drag along my swollen walls.
