My orgasm rips through me like a storm. I shatter around him, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream. My body trembles. Clenches. Milks him as I ride every last pulse of pleasure out of myself.
But he’s not done.
He wraps one strong arm around my waist and flips me with almost no effort, laying me back on the chair and spreading my legs. My panties are shoved to the side, the toy still buzzing against me, the mess between my thighs shameless and dripping.
Then he’s inside me again.
All of him.
Deep and brutal.
The stretch is dizzying. He pins my legs up, bending me in half, and drives into me like he’s trying to ruin my soul.
“f**k, Sloane,” he grits out. “You feel like heaven. So tight. So goddamn wet.”
His hips piston into me, again and again, each thrust dragging a raw
