Derek wasn’t done—not even close. His cock was still rock-hard, slick with their cum, throbbing like it had a mind of its own. Stiles lay sprawled on the bed, legs trembling, pussy leaking his load onto the sheets, tits heaving with every breath. She looked wrecked already—hair messy, lips swollen, white skin flushed pink—but her eyes were hungry, that slutty spark still burning.

He grabbed her wrist, yanking her off the bed roughly. “Up, whore. We’re not finished until I say so.” She stumbled to her feet with a needy whimper, loving how he manhandled her. Derek dragged her across the plush carpet toward the floor-to-ceiling window that framed the glittering skyline—lights twinkling like stars, the city sprawling below like it was watching. He spun her around, shoved her forward until her massive fat tits smashed flat against the cold glass.