The first rays of morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Derek’s penthouse bedroom, casting a golden glow over the tangled sheets. Stiles stirred slowly, her naked body pressed against his, skin sticky with dried cum and sweat from their marathon fuck session last night. She was curled in his strong arms, her head on his muscled chest, one thick thigh draped over his hip. Her fat tits squished against him, nipples still slightly swollen from his bites and sucks. Between her legs, her pink pussy throbbed with a delicious ache—sore, stretched from taking his massive cock for the first time, cum still leaking faintly from her hole.

Stiles winced as she shifted, a small whimper escaping her plump lips. “Ow… so sore…” It was her first time, and he’d fucked her so good, so deep, ruining her in the best way. But even through the discomfort, a flicker of sadness hit her—Scott. That kiss with Lydia replayed in her mind, twisting her heart.