They kept their word.

Twenty minutes was all I got. I was still lying in the ruined sheets, body aching and open, when Harlan walked back into the bedroom, already hard. He didn’t say anything. He simply grabbed my ankle, dragged me to the edge of the mattress, and thrust back into me in one deep stroke. The sudden stretch forced a broken moan out of my throat. My cunt was sore, but it still clenched around him like it had been waiting.

“Kitchen next,” he said while he fucked me. “I want you dripping on every surface of this apartment before the day is over.”

He finished inside me...