Stiles was still catching her breath, her body buzzing from the orgasm Derek had just given her—his face still shiny with her cum, that shy grin on his lips like he couldn’t believe he’d done it. She reached up, grabbing the back of his neck, and yanked him down into a deep, filthy kiss. Hungry, all tongue and teeth—sucking on his lower lip, tasting herself on him, moaning into his mouth like she was starving. Her fat tits pressed against his chest, nipples still hard and sensitive from his earlier attention.

She broke the kiss with a wet pop, licking her lips. “Fuck, Derek—you made me cum so good. You’re already a pro at this. Eating pussy like that? God, you’re a natural.”