Sky could barely walk.

Her legs wobbled with every step, her pussy ached, sore and swollen and still stuffed with the memory of Xavier’s cock. She could feel him everywhere.

She was ruined.

Destroyed.

And she loved it.

But right now? All she wanted was to crawl into bed, bury herself in a blanket, and just… pass the fuck out.

No Xavier.

No punishment.

No filthy, devastating, orgasm-destroying chaos.

Just sleep.

She pushed open the door to her apartment, her body slumped forward, her heels clicking weakly on the hardwood floor. Her hair was a mess. Her blouse half-buttoned. Her inner thighs were sticky, her skin flushed, and she didn’t...