The quiet after the last orgasm lasted less than an hour.
Elizabeth woke to the thick, sticky slide of Aiden's half-hard cock still resting against the mess between her thighs.
Every shift of her body made more of his cum leak out of her in warm, filthy trails that ran down over her ass and soaked into the sheets. She was sore, swollen, thoroughly used—and already aching for more.
Her cunt throbbed with a deep, bruised pulse. Her nipples were still stiff and sensitive against the sheets. The air in the room smelled heavy with sex.
She reached back, found him, and wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. She stroked him slow and firm until he hardened fully against her ass, the head dragging through the wet mess he had left in her.
"Again," she rasped, voice ruined from screaming. "I don't care if I can't walk tomorrow. Fuck me until the bed breaks."
