Stiles’s body was still quivering from the earth-shattering orgasm Derek had pulled from her with his mouth on her pussy, her juices smeared across his lips and chin like a badge of conquest. She lay there on the couch for a moment, chest heaving, massive tits rising and falling, her white skin flushed a deep pink from head to toe. But Derek wasn’t done—not by a long shot. His dark eyes burned with insatiable hunger as he gripped her hips, flipping her over effortlessly onto her stomach.

“Turn over, beautiful,” he commanded, voice low and gravelly. “Ass up. Show me what I’ve been dreaming about.”