Devon emerged from the shower, the hot water still beading on his skin like dew on polished marble. Steam billowed around him, carrying the faint scent of his expensive body wash with a hint of sandalwood that clung to his pores. He ran a hand through his damp hair, pushing it back from his forehead, and a broad, predatory smile curved his lips. Sophie had slipped away already, no doubt slinking off in that ruined gown, her body still aching from the pounding he'd given her.
The thought sent a thrill through him, his cock twitching slightly at the memory of her clenching pussy milking him dry, her desperate pleas echoing in his ears. "Breed me," she'd begged, her voice raw and broken. He'd left her a dripping mess, cum leaking from her ravaged cunt, and the satisfaction of it all made him feel invincible.
