He stood there looking down at her. Naked. c**k still hard. Still slick with her juices. Veins bulging. Balls heavy. His chest rising with slow, dangerous breaths as he looked down at her like she was his next goddamn meal. Like he hadn’t just split her open and filled her and licked her clean.
She was wrecked.
Hair stuck to her cheeks. Sweat sliding down her chest. Her p***y twitching in the air. Thighs trembling. Lips red and bruised. Her t**s still bouncing slightly from the way he’d just f****d the soul out of her.
But he wasn’t f*****g done.
Not even close.
“Dominic,” she gasped, trying to shift. “Please.”
Please what?
Please stop?
Please continue?
Please ruin me again?
She didn’t even know.
But he did.
His hand wrapped around the base of his c**k. He pumped once. Slow. Le
