Stiles’s body was a quivering mess, sprawled on the couch with her legs spread wide, her fat pink pussy still pulsing from the aftershocks of her anal orgasm. Derek hovered over her, his massive frame casting a shadow in the dim firelight, his thick cock—still rock-hard and slick from her mouth—throbbing against her inner thigh. Jackson’s snores droned on beside them, the oblivious bastard lost in drunken slumber, but the risk only fueled the fire burning between them.

Derek lowered himself, pinning her down with his weight, the head of his cock teasing her slick entrance—rubbing up and down her swollen lips, coating himself in her juices. “You ready for this, baby?” he growled, voice low and dangerous, eyes locked on hers. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy up… make you forget all about him.”