Cecelia's POV

The alarm continued its shrill, but Marcus didn’t pull out of me. He stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock twitching with the last pulses of his release. I could feel every drop of his warmth spreading through me, leaking slowly down my thighs as my walls fluttered around him.

He finally lowered my legs to the floor, but kept me pinned against the wall with his body. His hand slid between us, his fingers gently stroking my oversensitive clit, drawing soft whimpers from my throat. My legs felt weak and barely able to hold me up after the intensity of what he had just done to...