Stiles sat up slowly on the bed, body still trembling from the intense orgasm and the messy blowjob she’d just given him. Derek pulled her gently into his lap, wrapping his strong arms around her. He kissed her deep — slow, possessive, tongue sliding against hers as if he couldn’t get enough.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers. His voice was low, almost soft. “What made you so horny tonight, baby? You were all ready and waiting for me to fuck you… dressed like my personal little slut.”