Stiles’s body was still buzzing from the intense orgasm Derek had ripped out of her with his tongue buried in her ass and his fingers on her clit. She lay there for a moment, face down, ass red and stinging from the spanking, her pink hole still twitching from the aftershocks. But the fire in her wasn’t even close to out. If anything, it burned hotter. She wanted to worship him, to make him lose control the way he’d made her lose hers.

With a sudden burst of energy, Stiles twisted around, her big tits swinging as she pushed against his broad chest. Derek—still catching his breath, cock hard and glistening from her earlier blowjob—let out a surprised grunt as she shoved him back onto the bed. He landed on his back, muscles flexing, that dark smirk curling his lips as he looked up at her.