I must’ve blacked out for a second. Not fully, but enough to lose time, lose breath, lose the feeling of anything but the wet throb between my legs. My body felt like it wasn’t mine anymore, f****d open and used, aching, trembling, too full and still wanting more.
I was still lying face-down when Derek grabbed my hips and pulled me up to my knees again, his c*m dripping thick down the back of my thigh.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he muttered, spreading my ass with both hands and watching the mess he made leak out of me.
I groaned, weak, but didn’t stop him. Couldn’t.
“You still hard?” he asked, dragging his thumb down my spine. I didn’t answer. Didn’t have to. My c**k was hanging heavy and flushed, still hard, still leaking, even though I hadn’t touched it since I came the first time.
He lau
