The silence after Amina’s footsteps retreated was deafening. My heart hammered against my ribs so violently I was sure she could hear it from down the hall. Elias’s fingers were still buried deep inside my soaked p***y, his thick c**k pressed hot and hard against my a*s, the head nudging my entrance where I was already leaking his c*m from earlier.
He slowly withdrew his fingers, brought them to his lips, and licked them clean while holding my gaze. The sight was obscenely intimate — his tongue dragging over the evidence of what we had just done, tasting both of us without shame.
Then he moved.
In one fluid motion, he flipped me onto my back, spread my thighs wide, and thrust his thick c**k back into my dripping heat in one deep, claiming stroke.
A broken moan escaped me before I could
