I lay on my back in the middle of his bed, legs spread, knees bent, feet planted on the black sheets.
My skin felt too tight, every nerve buzzing from the way he’d just f****d me against the wall ten minutes ago. c*m still leaked slow from between my thighs, warm and thick, pooling under my ass.
He stood at the foot of the bed watching me. Shirt gone now, jeans unbuttoned, c**k hanging heavy between his legs thick, flushed, already hardening again. The rain light carved shadows across his chest, his abs, the sharp V that disappeared into his waistband.
He didn’t speak. Just climbed onto the bed, knees sinking the mattress, and crawled over me like a predator who already knew the kill was his.
His mouth found my neck first. Teeth grazed the spot he’d bitten earlier, then sucked hard eno
