Stiles woke up slowly, her body aching in the most delicious and embarrassing way. Every muscle felt sore — her thighs, her pussy, her ass still tingling from all the slapping and gripping. The second her eyes opened, memories from last night flooded back like a dirty movie: how she had launched herself at Derek, begged him to fuck her, screamed his name while riding him, pressed her tits and ass against the window for the whole city to potentially see, and came over and over like a desperate whore.

She gasped loudly, face burning with shame. Oh my god… I behaved like a fucking whore. I begged him. I told him I was his campus slut. I screamed for his cock while my ass was squished against the glass. She felt mortified. The perfect, studious English major who gave him disgusted looks in class had turned into a cock-hungry escort begging her own professor to ruin her.