Sky was trembling on top of him. Her legs were shaking. Her p***y was fluttering around his c**k, soaked, sore, and stuffed full of his c*m. Her body was a canvas of sin. Sweat. Slick. Owned.
But Xavier wasn’t done.
Not even close.
He slid his hand around her throat, tilted her head back until her eyes locked on his, glass-eyed, dazed, f****d out of her mind.
“You’re not finished,” he growled, voice low and thick. “You don’t get to c*m that hard and sit there like a little princess.”
He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her off his c**k.
And when his c**k slipped out, it was dripping.
Coated.
With her cream. With his c*m. With everything they’d made together on that desk.
It dripped down his shaft, over his balls, soaking into the mess between them.
Sky moaned when she saw it. H
