GLORIA

I gasped at the emptiness, the wet mess of me soaking the sheets.

He laid back against the headboard, grabbing a cigarette from the nightstand. He lit it with one hand, took a long drag, and blew the smoke toward the ceiling, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Look at you,” he smirked, “Six months untouched, and now you’re dripping my cum all over my bed.”

Heat burned my cheeks, but I couldn’t look away.

He tilted his head, exhaling smoke. “And don’t you dare lie to ...