NOAH
I was barely conscious, my eyelids heavy as lead weights, fluttering open only to droop again in defeat.
My body felt utterly absent, every muscle screaming in protest as if I'd been pummeled by a freight train, not once, but twice for good measure.
My thighs quivered uncontrollably, my arms hung limp and detached, and my shoulders throbbed from being pinned in that unyielding position for far too long.
Down there, my hole was a raw, pulsing wreck, stretched beyond any sane limit, still leaking Cassian's cum in warm, lazy rivulets that trailed down my inner thighs and seeped into the tangled sheets beneath us.
Is he ever going to be satisfied? The question floated through my mind like distant smoke, hazy and ephemeral. I feel wrung out, squeezed dry. There's nothing left in me.
Terror gripped me then, a quiet panic that I might actually die like this, death by fucking, what a pathetic, absurd end.
