Apphia
I wake up the following morning to the buzzing of a phone. I stir; my body feels like it's been run over by a truck.
My phone buzzes again, and I reach the bedside to check it. It is a message from Jerry. They have arrived in town. I check the time; it is a quarter to ten. I stretch my limbs, noticing my mate is not in bed with me.
I mind-link him, 'Where are you, my love?'
'You're awake. Good morning, baby. How was your night?' I can hear the arrogance in his tone. He knows too well that we barely had any sleep because of his s*x games. The whole night, he pounded into me, leaving his load dripping down my legs. We'd only sleep for not longer than an hour when I woke up to be f****d again, hard. My p***y still aches from getting pounded all night. He had his way with my body
