Sky was limp.

Her body collapsed onto the soaked sheets, her thighs trembling, her mouth slack and wet. Her pussy was ruined. Xavier’s cum dripped from her swollen lips, leaking in slow, filthy streams down her inner thighs. Her makeup was wrecked. Mascara streaked down her cheeks. Her hair was a mess of knots and sweat.

But she wasn’t done.

Not even close.

Xavier stood at the edge of the bed, towering, chest rising and falling like a beast still hunting. His cock was still hard. Still soaked in her cum, in his own cum, in the filth they created. Veins thick. Tip red. Hungry.

“On your knees.”

His voice...