Mira

Sometime around evening, David carried me into the bedroom like I weighed nothing. My legs were still trembling, his cum trailed down my inner thighs and dry and chilly making me shiver with every step.

My arms looped loosely around his neck, my mind still hazy from a short sleep. I buried my face against his broad shoulder, breathing in the scent of his sweat, the sex, and that dark, masculine edge that had me addicted from the first time I put my mouth on his dick.

Every few steps, my hips rolled against him instinctively, my body waking up and chasing more even after he’d fucked me into...