Derek was still buried deep inside her, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, chests heaving in the quiet aftermath. Stiles’s pussy fluttered around his softening-but-still-thick cock, little aftershocks making them both twitch. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a slow, deep kiss—tongues lazy now, tasting everything they’d just done. No rush, just filthy intimacy.

When he finally pulled out with a wet sound, a thick trickle of his cum leaked from her stretched hole. Stiles whimpered at the emptiness. Derek rolled to his side, pulling her close for a second, but she wasn’t done—not even close.