Chapter 3: Morning After

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the hotel curtains. Sara stirred first, feeling sore in the best possible way — her pussy and ass still tender from the wild night. Zavian’s arm was draped possessively over her waist, his morning wood pressed firmly against her ass.

He woke up moments later, kissing the back of her neck. “Morning, my little cumslut,” he murmured, voice husky with sleep and desire. His hand slid down between her legs, finding her already getting wet.

Without another word, he rolled on top of her. Sara spread her legs instinctively, still slick from the previous night’s loads. Zavian pushed inside her tight pussy in one smooth thrust, groaning at how warm and welcoming she felt.

“Fuck ... even after last night, you’re still so tight,” he growled.

This time it was slower but deep and intense. He fucked her in lazy, powerful strokes, pinning her wrists above her head while looking straight into her eyes. Sara moaned softly, wrapping her legs around his waist, her nails gently scratching his back. Every thrust made her whimper — her body hypersensitive after being used so thoroughly.

He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up slightly, and took her from behind, one hand reaching around to rub her clit. Sara buried her face in the pillow, moaning louder as another orgasm built quickly. Zavian kept a steady rhythm until she clenched around him, cumming with a shaky cry.