I was still face-down in his sheets, thighs sticky, cunt throbbing with the aftershocks of how hard he’d just fucked me, when I pushed myself up onto my elbows and looked back at him.

Sinclair sat on his heels behind me, chest rising and falling hard, cock still half-hard and shiny with everything we’d done. His cum was leaking out of me in slow, thick trails that ran down the insides of my thighs and soaked into the mattress. He looked ruined. He looked like a man who had just broken every rule he’d ever set for himself and already wanted to break them again.

I turned over, spread my...