Isabella’s pov

We stayed locked against the door longer than either of us planned.

His cock softened slowly inside me but he didn’t pull out. Sweat cooled on my skin where his open shirt rubbed against my breasts.

My legs stayed wrapped around his waist and his hands held my ass like he was afraid I might slide down.

“You’re still pulsing around me,” he said against my neck.

“Because you’re still in me.”

He gave a low laugh that vibrated through both of us. “Fair point.”

Eventually he eased out. The wet slide made me shiver. Cum dripped down my inner thigh and he watched it with dark eyes,...