The afterglow of their possessive encounter still lingered in Elena’s bedroom, the sheets tangled and damp beneath them. Marcus remained draped over her back, his heavy cock softening inside her as thick rivulets of his cum leaked out around him, soaking the mattress. Rain continued its relentless assault on the windows, mirroring the storm of emotions and lust still raging between them. Elena’s body trembled with residual pleasure, her pussy fluttering around his length in tiny aftershocks.

Marcus nuzzled the back of her neck, breathing her in. His jealousy hadn’t fully ebbed—it had simply transformed into something deeper, more primal. He slowly pulled out, a heavy gush of cum following,...