The rain had softened to a gentle mist by the time the first pale light of morning crept through the curtains. Elias’s bedroom still smelled of s*x — thick, musky, and unmistakably us. I lay on my back, legs still trembling, his thick c**k slowly softening inside me as the last pulses of his release filled me. His c*m was already leaking out around him, warm and obscene, dripping down to soak the sheets beneath us.
He stayed buried deep, breathing hard against my neck, one hand possessively cupping my breast while the other stroked my stomach in slow, clingy circles.
“f**k, baby,” he whispered, voice dark and rough. “You feel that? Your tight little p***y is still fluttering around me, milking every drop. I love filling you up like this. Love knowing my c*m is deep inside you while we pr
