“You’re trouble, Lauren,” he murmured, as we came together, my whimper soft, “Fuck, Richard,” our bodies trembling.

Richard’s still buried inside me, cock twitching with aftershocks, when he growls against my neck, “We’re not finished.”

He pulls out slow, letting me feel every inch drag through my swollen walls. A thick gush of cum immediately follows, dripping down my thighs onto the bathmat.

“Look at that,” he mutters, voice dark. “Your married cunt can’t even keep my load in. Already leaking like a used-up whore.”

I whimper, legs shaking.

He scoops the mess with three fingers and shoves them into my mouth.

“Suck.”

I do, moaning around his knuckles, tasting...