'No,' she said coldly, pulling back further, her curvy body coiling with rejection even as her p***y ached for his touch. 'I'm not interested. Are you blind? Look at me—I'm in a vegetative state, sore as hell from you f*****g me so rough last time, my walls still numb from your big c**k slamming into me. I can't even feel my p***y right now, and you still want to kiss me like nothing's wrong?'
He paused, breath hitching, his gaze dropping to her body, taking in the disheveled state—the tangled hair, the bite marks peeking from under the sheet, the faint tremble in her limbs. Guilt flickered in his eyes, mixed with that hungry lust that always simmered beneath.
'I'm sorry for hurting you so good,' he murmured, voice rough with regret and desire, his c**k twitching visibly in his slacks at
