Derek collapsed beside Stiles on the bed, both of them slick with sweat and cum, their bodies heaving from the intense riding session. His massive cock was still semi-hard, twitching against his thigh, while Stiles’s fat pink pussy leaked a mix of their juices down her thick thighs. She looked utterly spent—her porcelain skin flushed, full pink lips swollen from kisses, massive tits red and marked from his hands and mouth. But her eyes shone with a soft, satisfied glow, her kind heart melting under his gaze.

He pulled her into his arms immediately, cuddling her close, his ripped body enveloping her soft curves like a protective shield. “Come here, princess,” he whispered, his voice turning gentle, a stark contrast to the filthy growls from moments ago. He peppered kisses all over her—soft, lingering ones on her forehead, her cheeks, her pink lips, down her neck, even her shoulders and arms. “You’re so beautiful… so perfect. I can’t get enough of you, Stiles. You make me feel things I never thought possible.”