Noah
Cassian pulled out of me slowly, leaving me empty and gaping. I whimpered at the loss, my hole twitching and leaking his cum onto the sheets.
The mirror across the room showed everything, my wrecked face, my ruined costume, the way my ass looked red and open after he'd used it.
I was drunk, hazy, floating in that perfect blurry space where everything felt too good and too much at the same time.
He turned me onto my back again without a word with my legs over his shoulders. I was still trembling from the last orgasm, but he didn't give me time to recover.
He lined up and pushed back inside me in one smooth, deep thrust. The new angle made me moan loudly, he felt even bigger like this, stretching me so full I could barely breathe.
"Cassian…" My voice was slurred, drunk and needy. "Wait…I just came… you're... it's hitting too deep—"
He smiled down at me, that slow, devastating smile that always made my heart stutter.
