Sky’s lips were still swollen, coated with his taste, her jaw aching deliciously from the brutal way Xavier had fucked her mouth, deep and filthy, making her gag and drool like a girl trained to worship every inch of him.

Her knees were sore from the carpet.

Her throat still burned from how deep he made her take it.

Her pussy? Dripping. Throbbing. Jealous of her mouth.

She was wrecked and exactly how he wanted her. Then his phone rang.

The sound was so sharp, so out of place in the heavy, sex-thick silence, it made Sky flinch. She watched him, heart pounding, as Xavier stood and still half-hard, cock...