He grabbed my chin, lifting my face to look up at him. His c**k still glistened with spit and c*m, twitching like it was begging to be buried again.
“You want more?” he asked.
I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. My mouth was already open, tongue out, eyes begging.
He smirked and slapped his c**k across my cheek.
“f*****g filthy little slut.”
He dragged me up by the arm, tossing me onto the bed like a rag doll. My body hit the mattress, limbs sprawled, p***y soaked and swollen. I felt wrecked—and so goddamn ready for more.
He crawled over me, licking a stripe from my navel to my throat, biting my collarbone before flipping me onto my stomach again.
“Ass up.”
I obeyed.
He spread my legs wide, thumbs digging into my ass as he stared down at the mess between my thighs.
“f*****g ruined
